Faris Nye (14) D3M

I left my home in a hurry. I didn't like being there more than necessary; there were too many bad memories. My home was filled with things that reminded me of my mother Keya, and her many fights with my mother Tianna. Sure, it had good memories, but there were a lot of bad ones. I preferred just to stay away whenever possible in order to be able to be happier.

I often thought long and hard about my mothers, each time my hate for Keya growing. She was so nice when she was around; I didn't know how she could possibly leave us. Keya had always said that she would love me forever, but that proved to be a lie. She had left us in the middle of the night to fend for ourselves, a sickly mother and her little boy.

That was how I got to have a job when I was twelve. If Keya had stayed around, we would've had enough money that Tianna wouldn't be dying of sickness and exhaustion trying to provide for us, and I would've been able to live a normal life. My job had a lot of ups, but the fact that I couldn't go to school was annoying.

Reaching the lab, I was forced to stop thinking about my home and get my head in the game. I was a secretary, which seems easy, but when you have to handle about twenty workers things get rough. For the rest of my shift, I would have no time for thinking, only for doing tasks and passing messages. I didn't mind doing it, but it took a lot of my brain capacity.

I barely had time to get the coffee machine going before one of the workers was yelling at me. I turned to see Alesandro, who seemed to hate me. He was always finding something to yell at me for, and I had long since learned that there was no reasoning with him. All I could do was smile and be polite. "Hello, Alesandro!"

"What are you doing, Faris? You're three hours late!" He bellowed at me.

I gritted my teeth and kept my polite smile plastered to my face. "Sorry, sir. Would you like some coffee?"

"Just get back to work, you idiot!"

I smiled a more real smile when he walked away. Maybe he would stay in his office the rest of the day. It was unlikely, but a fella could hope. I sat down at my desk and starting organizing the day's papers like I was taught: First by hour completed, then by information, then alphabetize the final pile. It was a tedious task, but it was one of the most calm things I did all day, which was nice.

Not many people were in the lab that day, only about ten of the usual twenty workers. I assumed most of the people were staying home for some moral support before the Reapings. I found myself a bit worried that Norah would've stayed home, but I could see her working at her table, dissecting a frog.

I may have had a slight crush on Norah. Or maybe I was in love with her. It was always hard to tell. Either way, she was the best part of my job. Whenever she was working, she was always within eyesight of my desk. I could just watch her while I absentmindedly organized all of the papers, staring and hoping she would finally notice me.

Turns out, organizing papers without looking at said papers was a terrible idea. I was jolted out of my fantasies by Alesandro yelling at me again. "Faris! What are you doing now?"

I looked down at the stack of papers and felt myself pale a little. There was no way I was keeping my job after this. I had managed to screw up the piles, mixing two days worth of work. I kept my eyes down and tried not to freak out, knowing there had to be something good in what was going on. I found it and latched to it: If I got fired, I wouldn't have to work with Alesandro anymore. I kept that in my mind while I talked in order to stay calm. "Sorry, sir. I was organizing the papers, but I got a bit distracted."

"A bit? A BIT? Did an asteroid fly by the window? You made one of the biggest mistakes a secretary has ever made in this factory. The last secretary got fired for messing up some hours! What do you think is going to happen if you mess up entire days?"

I cringed a little, but took the yelling. "Sorry."

"I'm not done yet!" It didn't matter. The Reaping bells rang out loudly, and he was forced to stop yelling. "This is your last warning, Faris. You should be happy it's a Reaping day, so I pity you!"

"Thank you!" I responded as I ran out of the lab. He probably thought I was thanking him, but I was thanking the bells for getting me out of the situation. I could deal with it, but that didn't mean I wanted to. I was happy to get away and prepare for the Reapings.

Isaac Wyatt (15) D5M

I woke up, rolled over, and started trying to go back to sleep. I didn't want to get up today; it was the Reaping for the Hunger Games. I loved planning for the Games, but I didn't think any of my strategies could possibly get be through the Games. Strategizing was fun; putting those plans into action, not so much.

My odds of going into the Games were slim to none and I knew it. I had done the math a thousand times. There were about 3700 people eligible for the Games in our District. Roughly one thousand of those people were eighteen, with six slips each, making 6000 slips that weren't me.

Then there were the seventeen-year-olds, all roughly 800 of them. They have five slips each, making another 4000 slips that weren't me, 10,000 in all.

The rest of the kids added up to approximately 6500 more slips, making 16,500 slips in all. I was three of those, making me have a 3 in 16,500 chance, or a 1 in 5500 chance. Not going to happen. But all of the kids told themselves that; how could I know I wasn't the unlucky one?

I sighed and got up, walking over to the kitchen. I was going to make myself toast. Why toast? Because I knew how to make toast. My mother was out working, and my father was doing some important thing, so I had to make breakfast. I didn't know how to make eggs, or cinnamon toast, or French toast. We didn't have cereal in our crummy little house. That meant I got toast.

I turned the oven on and left, wanting to get dressed while my toast cooked to save time. I had been late to my last Reaping and I didn't want it to happen again. I hated running, so I had to be ready early. I threw on a button up shirt and an old pair of jeans that I'd had forever and went to check on my toast.

It was burnt. I figured that would happen, but I didn't mind. At least I had toast. Bon Appétit. I buttered my toast quickly, not worrying when my toast ripped slightly. I didn't mind ripped toast. It tasted like any other toast, so I was good.

After finishing my toast, I put on a coat and starting running towards the Reaping. I wasn't technically late yet, but I didn't want to risk it. I really regretted having toast instead of bread. Stupid toast, making me waste my short morning before the Reaping.

I planned what I would do if I got into the Games on the way to the Reaping. I decided that I would run away from the Bloodbath, and I would avoid anybody. It was better to stick to myself than worry about getting a higher kill count. Better to live a dog than die a lion.

A Peacekeeper was following me on my run to the Reaping, and I cursed under my breath. Late again. I picked up my pace, making a mad dash instead of a steady run. I could see the people gathering around the square and I hissed, throwing my hand to the Peacekeeper waiting to prick my finger.

Ovid Leek was pulling the name just as I stepped into the fifteen-year-old section. I tried to catch my breath while she yelled out, "And our male tribute is Isaac Wyatt!"

I freaked. I told myself to calm down, I could survive the Games. I knew I couldn't. I told myself I would. My brain wouldn't listen to what I was saying. I walked up to the stage still worried, standing next to my disrict partner. Looking at some of the screens, I saw that I looked way more confident than I felt. Good. Maybe you'll get some sponsors. You forgot about them in your strategy.

Faris is tall with short, light brown hair. He has tan skin and blue eyes. Isaac has light brown hair, pale skin, and electric blue eyes.

Also, Isaac's plan in his POV is different than his form said. Don't worry Nightcat, that's just what I threw together. His plan will grow and mature to what you asked for during the training and everything.