A/N: Part 2 :D

Any tribute that didn't get a POV in this chapter, will be given one during the train chapters as to space things out, so don't worry :)

Enjoy!

Charolette Belacruse, 12

District 11 Female

You know what? Charolette hated broken pencil crayons. Absolutely despised them, especially when they were broken right out of the box. Really, they can't just be packaged gently? The people at the factory had to know they were susceptible to being broken.

She sighed as she plucked out a pink pencil, reaching for her sharpener and sharpening the broken edge off swiftly. She only had a few more minutes left to draw the picture for Charlene before they'd have to go, and Charolette knew her sister had to be more than a little freaked out. She'd been having nightmares for weeks, not even Uncle Conrad could help soothe her, the only thing that could were the flowers Charolette had drawn for her. So over the past few days she'd been drawing flower after flower and hanging up the pictures for her around her twin's bed, hoping that it would help calm her as she fell asleep and woke up.

Finally the pencil was sharp enough, placing it against the paper and gently shading in the petals of the daisy she had drawn. It was one of her best, looked pretty realistic too, she was proud of it. Though she pulled the pencil away as the sound of footsteps on the stairs drew her attention away from the drawing, giving a small smile as Hennessy appeared, dressed up in a rather fancy denim dress with spaghetti straps, Charolette actually liked it.

"Hey.."

Charolette offered a smile in response to the greeting, going back to coloring in the daisy. Hennessy lingered by the stairs then, watching for a moment before stepping forward, drawing Charolette's gaze up to her again. Her friend held out a few fresh pieces of drawing paper and Charolette's smile returned immediately, she reached out for them, looking them over for any tears or crinkles. There was hardly even a fold of the corners.

"I.. thought you might want some extra paper for your flowers." she heard Hennessy say quietly, still looking over the paper. "Charlene really loves them."

She finally glanced up, setting the paper down quietly before standing up and walking over to her, pulling her into a tight hug. Hennessy, ever the peppy optimistic she was, latched onto Charolette, returning the embrace with a tight one of her own. Charolette took a deep breath, still smiling.

"Thanks, Nessy. Working on my last one now." she offered the brief response to her friend before turning and picking up the colored pencil again, hunching herself over the table to color in the tips of the petals before setting the pencil down and swiping the paper off the desk.

She turned and held it up for Hennessy to judge. The girl immediately lit up, clapping her hands together quickly.

"Oh wow, Charolette, that looks incredible! She'll adore it."

Charolette smirked quietly at the praise, turning back to her stack of sketches that she kept on her desk for inspiration. She began to pile them up, leaving the daisy on the corner of the desk before pausing on one of her sketches. The one with the burning buildings.

Slowly she picked it up, looking over it. Only in her dreams would the Capitol burn like that. It was actually one of her first sketches, one that was supposed to ease her anger and help her express the rebellious fury she kept locked up inside to fuel her imagination. One day she hoped the drawing would become reality, and she hoped to be the one that started the fire.

"My dad loves that one.. he wanted to frame it.." Hennessy smiled softly toward Charolette, catching her attention again.

She smiled. Of course he would, he was an underground rebel too, one that was making a lot more progress than Charolette. Yeah she was 12, but she could do a lot more than draw pictures and she knew it. She wanted to do something like Hennessy's dad did. She wanted to make waves too. But he'd never let her or any of his kids out with him. Never once. Not even Charolette's best friend Tanner who would often like to instigate the Peacekeepers. That was probably why.. he was a little bit too explosive.

"Anyway uhm... it's about time to head to the square... are you coming up now? Charlene's pretty scared."

At that Charolette blinked and set down her drawing, grabbing up the daisy picture and passing Hennessy silently. She heard her friend's footsteps behind her as she jogged up the stairs, immediately aware of the sound of crying. When she reached the top of the stairs she spotted her twin sister in the arms of her concerned-looking uncle.

"Charlene." Charolette quickly walked over, holding the paper behind her back.

Her sister perked up slightly, moving a hand up to rub at her tear-filled eyes. Charolette smiled, pausing in front of her and moving the picture out from behind her back, revealing the daisy. Charlene gave a small gasp, her eyes sparkling as she reached forward to take the paper, looking down at the daisy.

"I..It's really pretty..." she choked out quietly.

Charolette nodded, looking over her sister's faded yellow Reaping dress.

"So are you." she then reached forward and pulled her twin into her arms, away from their uncle who gave a deep sigh, rubbing a hand over his face.

Charolette turned away slightly as she hugged Charlene, hoping to avoid the look of pity that would eventually overtake his expression. Charlene clung to her sister, making it all the more difficult when Charolette eventually had to turn away from her at the sound of the train whistle echoing through the street. This was it..

And in that moment, she'd never felt more pissed off in her life. At the Capitol, at the Peacekeepers who were the reason their mother wasn't there with them, at the rat of a president. She wanted to stay put in her house, just let the Peacekeepers arrest her and drag her down there. At least she'd be making some sort of statement. But she wouldn't do that to her sister, as rebellious as she was, Charlene took priority.

And so out the door she went, their uncle lingering behind to wait for the others, but Charolette had wanted to get there a little earlier so she could make sure she and Charlene could stay together. But it seemed that everyone else had a similar idea. It was already pretty crowded, and Charolette's view of the square was obscured by the taller kids, parents and Peacekeepers, making it difficult for her to see over anyone. But she was able to find the line to sign in, nearly bumping into the trembling older girl in front of her. Charlene's grip on Charolette's hand tightened, prompting her to pull her sister closer as they waited.

"It'll be okay, Charlene... Hennessy said it doesn't hurt.."

Charlene glanced over to Charolette then over to the woman sitting at the wooden table stiffly, a small whirring device in hand. Charlotte's stomach lurched slightly at the sight. Yeah, it was kind of nerve-wracking.. but it wasn't going to hurt.. Hennessy said it wouldn't and she trusted her..

The tall girl in front of them quickly slipped off into the group of girls waiting in the square.

"Next." The woman's cold voice rang out, her gaze landing upon the twins.

Charlotte offered her sister a reassuring smile, practically dragging her over as she held her hand right out for her. Best to just get it over with.. show her sister she had nothing to fear, show this stupid Capitolite she couldn't intimidate-

"Ouch-!" Charolette hissed quietly as the device pricked her finger, her brows furrowing as the lady placed her bloody finger down on the paper, waving her away to get to Charlene, who looked suddenly horrified.

Before Charolette even had a chance to reassure her, the woman reached out and snatched her sister's hand, pricking her finger and prompting a squeak of pain from her. Charlotte's eyes narrowed and her nose pinched up in disgust, she almost said something... almost. But where what that get her other than in jail.. instead she quickly wrapped an arm around Charlene and hugged her close, slowly walking into the square where they made their way to the front to stand with the other twelve-year-olds.

Her sister trembled in her arms, but there was nothing else Charolette could do except offer her silent support for her twin. The square was relatively quiet as well, no sound save for the marching of Peacekeepers behind them and the other kids filing in. Charolette watched as the square began to fill up, little by little until the last few children trickled in, mostly other twelve-year-olds she recognized from school.

Charolette turned her head away from the entrance when she heard the microphone at the front being tapped by a gloved hand. She gave a small squint of her eyes as the escort grinned out at her District, his brightly painted lips causing an uncomfortable frown to pull at Charolette's lips. She thought his name was Leome, but he never introduced himself by name, instead choosing to hop right into the Reaping enthusiastically. As he began to do already.

"Welcome, everyone, welcome! It's such a delight to see all of your lovely faces.. as usual..."

Charolette was always good at tuning people out.. but the Capitolites were always a bit harder, their shrill voices, their caked on make-up and brightly colored clothes. It was a lot to.. not ignore. Though she was getting better at it, especially when she had other things on her mind. Not that she was very worried herself, her name was only in once, and she had yet to take out any tesserae. She would never let Charlene take out any so she was only in once too. The last time a twelve-year-old was picked from Eleven was definitely more than five years ago, the fact that she couldn't remember exactly when put her at ease.

She became vaguely aware of the video playing in the background, most of the sound came from the boys' side since the speaker set up on their side was all crackly and broken. She couldn't make out all that was being said and quite frankly, she didn't care. If it came from the Capitol, she was going to ignore it, she was going to automatically hate it and she was going to make sure that it didn't get anymore attention that it already was. It was probably a stupid video anyway, filled with propaganda and lies and over-exaggeration. She didn't have to watch it to know she hated it, especially when she felt Charlene's hand tighten around hers.

She gave a small scowl as her gaze found the ground and her shiny black shoes, tuning out the world around her again. She couldn't wait for it to just be over, she knew she wasn't getting picked but that didn't make it any less unnerving, and annoying frankly. She was being exposed to the very thing she hated, with the escort and the video and the Peacekeepers. Eck, it made her skin crawl.. she hated all of it... she hated every little bit-

"Charlene Belacruse!"

Charolette's head shot up, hearing the horrified gasp from beside her, the hand in her grip beginning to tremble violently. She turned fully to her sister, her brows furrowing. What? That had to be a mistake, there was no way her sister was just Reaped. No, they misheard. The escort misspoke. There was no way.

"Charlene? Come on up, darling, I don't bite, haha."

The crowd around them began to part and Charolette looked around frantically, her gaze hardening as she began to pull her sister away from the aisle, trying to get her back into the crowd. But the Peacekeepers had already seen them and their reactions were all that they needed to identify who they needed to drag up to the stage. They began their brisk pace over toward them and anger welled up inside Charolette immediately. She continued to drag her sobbing sister further into the crowd, moving to pick up her pace as well, but there was a sudden heavy hand on her shoulder, and her sister was ripped away from her.

"Charlene- hey! That's my sister- let her go!"

Charolette's heart dropped as her sister gave a horrified shriek as she was dragged toward the aisle, thrashing in the Peacekeeper's grip. No. The Capitol wasn't going to take her sister. She wasn't going to let them.

"Stop it- I volunteer!"

Charolette knew exactly what she was doing, despite the looks of utter shock on the faces of the people around her. The looks of disbelief, the jaws practically on the floor, their wide eyes and concerned stares. They didn't have to look at her like that.. she was keeping the Capitol from getting what they wanted.. they wanted her sister and they weren't going to get her.

Charlotte barely recognized the impact of her sister as she pulled her into a desperate hug, but she was pried away once again, still screaming, but her voice was far away in Charlotte's ears. She suddenly felt... nothing. No emotion.. no fear.. no defiance either.. she felt blank. Why did she feel blank? What was happening to her? She was jostled around by the Peacekeepers, flinching away from their disgusting gloved hands as she was ushered up the stairs and to the stage where she walked past the escort without saying a single word.

"Oh- darling what's your name!"

Charolette jerked her head back slightly as the microphone was suddenly shoved toward her face, the grinning escort's wide eyes staring down at her.. too much guyliner... too much make up in general. She scrunched up her nose and looked at the microphone, spitting out her name.

"Charolette."

"Do you have a last name?"

"Belacruse."

"OH! I imagine that was were sister! Wasn't it? You two look just alike!"

Charolette was silent. The square was silent... everything was... silent. She felt the eyes of the shocked escort lingering on her for a few more moments, he then gave a nervous laugh into the microphone and held up a finger.

"I believe that's my cue to get our next courageous young tribute up here!"

Charlotte's gaze locked onto the stone steps in front of her, she could still tell she was being stared at, the confused or sympathetic eyes from her district bore into her, and she could feel every one of them.

"Fowler Hayes!"

There was more silence, then the sound of hushed voices that even Charolette could hear. They were.. aggressive.. and pretty close to the stage. She glanced up curiously, her hands curled into fists at her sides. Giving a small squint, she noticed two figures near the front, speaking quickly to each other, one looked pissed and a tad frightened, the other just startled. The aggressive taller boy gave the scrawnier boy a shove, pointing a finger in his face as his gaze shifted to the Peacekeepers beginning to march over. Then suddenly the smaller boy hesitantly rose a trembling hand, his voice quiet and timid.

"I-I v...volunteer..."

Charlotte furrowed her brows, noticing the tears in the boy's eyes as he tripped multiple times on his way up the stairs, standing stiffly on his side of the stage.

"Oh my word, two volunteers?" The escort seemed over the moon, much to Charolette's disgust. "Please, please, tell us your name, dear!"

If Charolette could guess, she would say the boy didn't even want to volunteer... something happened.

"Rupert Mint..." his voice remained meek and unconfident, as if he was in a daze.

But she didn't have time to worry about someone she'd have to fight anyway.. not at the moment at least.. first she had to plan out every word and every move she'd make in the Capitol to make sure they understood just how much Charlotte Belacruse hated their guts.

Erik Quartz, 18

District 4

"Erik... Erik!"

Erik's eyes fluttered open slowly, giving a small squint as they pulled their fluffy white comforter closer to their head. They were vaguely aware of their sister Ruby shaking them excitedly. But they were still exhausted from yesterday, they'd spent all day in the training academy working their ass off to refine their skills. To be honest, they had been pretty surprised themself that they were even chosen as the volunteer.. they weren't the most athletically inclined, heck they weren't even the best with a spear, but they never shut up about the Games, the tributes who's names he'd memorized, the strength, weaknesses and theories about mutts, what berries to eat and not eat. Finally not shutting up was their blessing, not curse.

"Erik..! Come on, you told me to get you up early, didn't you?"

Instantly, they sat up, a smile beginning to stretch across their face. Sitting on their bed was their nine-year-old sister Ruby, her long black hair tied into two braids and her freckled face alight with the same joy Erik was radiating.

"I did say that."

Their smile grew as they threw the covers off the bed and stood up, picking up their sister who gave a happy squeal and giving her a little spin before setting her back down and giving her shoulder a gentle shove.

"Go downstairs, I'll meet you down there when I'm ready."

Ruby bounced on her toes and gave a nod before quickly turning and scurrying out of Erik's room, closing the door loudly behind her. The sound of running footsteps on the stairs were still audible to Erik who cracked another smile and walked quickly over to the wardrobe in the corner of the room. They'd never been more excited in their entire life... well... maybe they had been, when their parents had somehow gotten them a spot in the training academy. Erik still had absolutely no idea how they managed to do that. But the moment they stepped foot inside, they knew they were going to work hard. There was no way that they were going to pass up an opportunity to go into the Hunger Games. And not just any, but the Quarter Quell!

Excitement surged through them again as they picked out a baby blue dress shirt and a pair of white pants from the wardrobe, snatching up the shiny black dress shoes they had recently bought, just for this. They put everything on in a flash, going over to the mirror by the door to make sure they still looked presentable in their excited rush to put everything on. They tucked in their shirt slightly, tidying up their curly brown hair then flung open the door, not worrying about closing it as they hurried down the steps, going right for the front door.

"Oh-Erik-!"

The sound of their mother's voice nearly stopped them, but they were too excited, the front door slammed shut behind them as they practically pranced across the sandy street toward the square. They weren't necessarily apart of the richest family, but they were well off enough to get close to center of the District. They weren't particularly concerned that they'd be late either, they were just interested in getting a spot up front so they could see the video better than the last few years. Plus the volunteer always got to be up front too, so it was like a little extra special for them.

They wondered how Eytelia would look this year. The past few years she'd always dress in something from their District, which Erik thought was really nice of her to do. But they had also noticed how she always managed to add her own personal Capitol twist to whatever she was wearing. It intrigued them to say the least, they loved Capitol culture and the clothes were always so incredible and intricate. It was always a treat to see.

After signing in, Erik made their toward the front most part of the eighteen-year-old section, looking around, hardly able to contain their smile. This was it, they were finally going to do what they always wanted to. After years of fawning over the Games, memorizing every tribute, every arena, every weapon used in the finale, every strategy... they were going to participate. They were going to be apart of the biggest event in the world. This was it!

Then, out of the corner of their eye, they caught the sight of a shock of fiery red hair practically sparkling in the midmorning sunlight. They curiously turned their head to look, blinking as they took notice of the female volunteer for this year, Aadya Navarro. Erik's heart leapt, not that they had a crush on her or anything, but they definitely admired her, she was nuts during training, beat out all of the competition really quickly actually. The stuff she could do with daggers, and even her bare hands, was something Erik hadn't seen in District Four since Siren Finbar singe-handedly took out nine tributes two years ago. Not to mention she was pretty big, probably nearly 6'0 tall and muscular too. She was awesome.

"Erik Quartz."

They offered Aadya a bright smile and nod. She knew their name too! Wicked.

"You're Aadya Navarro."

"That I am.." she smiled and offered out her hand to them. "Thought I might come say hello and congratulate you."

Erik lit up, taking Aadya's hand and giving it a firm shake, though they noticed that when they went to pull their hand away, Aadya's grip tightened on it, in fact.. it hurt just a bit before she finally let go, the smile still on her face. Well she didn't have to show off.

"Thanks..." They brought their hand to their side, shaking it out slightly as they kept their gaze on her. "Congratulations to you too, you're pretty great."

Aadya smirked, sparking a twinge of confusion within Erik. Had he said something funny? She then gave a small sigh and looked around at the square, which was already beginning to fill up with people. It was almost time for their big moment!

"Well, I better get back to my spot. See you on the stage in a few." she tossed him a wink, then whipped around her singular long braid draping over her shoulder again as she did.

Well that was cool. Erik already seemed to be on fantastic terms with his awesome district partner! The two of them together were no doubt going to get tons of sponsors, they bet they'd even be the favorites in the Games as long as there were no surprises. They didn't think it could happen, but they were more excited than they were when they first woke up.

"What a delight it is to see all of your bright faces again!"

Erik turned their head at the sudden voice of Eytelia, the District 4 escort. They perked up, leaning forward slightly on their toes as a smile graced their lips. She looked great. They couldn't help up tune out the opening speech, they weren't missing much, she used the same one virtually every year and they'd practically memorized it by now. Instead, they focused their attention on her clothes. She was wearing a teal dress with a sheer fishnet skirt and these really awesome sandals with little fish on them. Erik loved it. As usual, there was that sense of familiarity for District 4 while also that cool Capitol flare. She really showed off the culture!

Shoot!

Erik glanced at the screen, having tuned out a little bit too much. They missed the video. Bummer. But that was alright! They had that down pat too, the video was the same every year, but that didn't mean they enjoyed it any less whenever it was played. It was just so amazingly written.

But their attention was snatched once again by the sight of Eytelia beginning to strut over to the girl's bowl. Erik turned their head toward the eighteen-year-old girl section, beaming as they watched Aadya already begin to move toward the aisle. Before Eytelia even got a chance to get the first syllable out, Aadya's hand shot up smoothly.

"I volunteer!"

The crowd roared and cheered as Aadya looked around, waving and smiling. The Peacekeepers didn't even bother flanking her, instead two just trailed behind her as she smiled and waved to the crowd, making her way up the steps. Erik applauded themself, cheering for their district partner. They watched as Aadya grabbed onto the microphone offered out for her by a delighted looking Eytelia and drawled out her name, her sharp ocean blue gaze flickering over the crowd.

"Aadya Navarro."

The crowd cheered loudly again. Gee, someone certainly was the favorite.. Erik shook off the brief pang of jealousy they felt. It was their turn next, they were going the same place Aadya was, they had the same honor of being the volunteer.

Erik leaned forward on the tip of their toes as Eytelia grinned and moved on to the boys' bowl. This was it, this was it! She reached in, plucked out a name and walked over to the microphone.

"Starlander T-"

"I volunteer!" Erik shot their hand up, grinning as they slipped out of the crowd.

The people around them erupted into loud cheering, their heart pounding loudly in their chest as they walked briskly over to the steps. The sound of a pair of Peacekeepers behind them spurred them forward even more as their feet found the stone steps leading up to the stage, smiling and waving out at the cheering crowd. They moved forward toward the microphone, pausing next to Eytelia, pulling her into a hug which she just ate right up, beginning to applaud as well as she pulled away from the embrace, her smile wide and looking as enthusiastic as Erik felt.

They walked over to the microphone, grabbing it as Aadya had done and continuing to smile out at the crowd, their heart fluttering slightly as they noticed their face was displayed on the screens set up by the entrance to the square. They took a deep spoke their name with a grin.

"Erik Quartz."

And no one was going to forget it.

Glitch Leroy, 15

District 3 Female

Dark, soulless brown eyes glared back at Glitch as she stared into the mirror, the brush stopping halfway through her hair as she paused to take in what she was wearing. She didn't like it. It made her look like she cared too much. At first she thought the dress might make her look innocent if she was Reaped, but what would it matter? She didn't care either way. If she came back to her hell of a home or went off to the torture that was the Hunger Games and the stupid shit leading up to them. Same thing, right?

She didn't care. So why did she look like it? It wouldn't really give her an advantage, she didn't know if she even bothered to want one. She just wanted it to be over so she could just relax and maybe... take a nap. That's what she needed a nap. She had just rolled out of bed not thirty minutes ago and she was still ready to go back to sleep.

Glitch settled on brushing out a few more knots in her hair before picking up a hair-tie a smoothing it all back, tying it up and out of her face. She gave a small sigh, reaching for the lipstick on her dresser before pulling her hand away and deciding against it. She then pushed herself up out of her chair and away from the small vanity she had bought for herself, avoiding looking at herself in the mirror anymore.

She slipped on her worn pair of black flats then quietly exited her room, choosing to slip out the backdoor where she wouldn't be able to have to see her skank parents. Her eyes remained half-lidded as she walked quietly on the gravel path alongside the curb, her gaze sweeping about at the various kids walking alongside their parents, even holding hands with them. A pang of jealous arose within her and she clenched her teeth, forcing her gaze ahead of her as she kept her head up.

At least she didn't have to worry about being dependent on anybody. That was a plus. Not having anyone there for her made it easy for her to sober up and take the world for what it really was. A shit show. And she pitied the idiots that would never know that until inevitably they wouldn't have anyone there for them either.

Glitch watched as most of them walked to the sign in table with their parents still attached to them, her gaze narrowed as she noticed some even picking up the pace to move around her. She was okay with it.. until she felt someone bump into her. She gave a scowl and jerked away from the contact, staring down at the small girl who had run into her.

"Watch where you're going!"

She watched as the little girl's face crumpled up, turning away before she could catch her mother's probable glare. Well it was her own fault, everyone was scared not just her. They needed to watch where they were going. Nobody got special treatment if it was their first Reaping, they'd learn that soon enough.

Glitch held out a finger to the man at the sign in table, watching with a vacant stare as they pricked her finger and pressed it down onto the paper, waving her on. About time it stopped hurting. She hated it the first time she had to sign in, mostly because they had grabbed her hand to do it. The very thought sent a shiver down her spine. She had soon learned they wouldn't touch her as long as she just went along with it. That's all they wanted, was for you to go along, so she did. It was a lot less trouble that way and a lot less fuss overall.

Quietly she slipped into the fifteen-year-old section, keeping her gaze away from everyone and everything in her line of sight until the district escort, Santhe would appear on stage. Thankfully it wouldn't be long before she did, Glitch was a little late this year. She flicked her gaze up to watch as the escort made her dramatic entrance onto the stage, waving and smiling, blowing kisses to the silent crowd as if she were some sort of celebrity. Glitch couldn't help but roll her eyes as she did so, watching her make her way to the microphone.

"What a lovely day for such an exciting event such as this, isn't it!" Santhe brought her hands together in an excited clap, her grin widening ever so slightly as she swept her gaze around the quiet district, not even looking the least bit disturbed by the silence that was her response.

Glitch frowned as the escort broke into a proud rant about the Quarter Quell, practically all of which the girl ignored as she glanced down to her nails, absentmindedly pulling at a hangnail as she finally shut up and the video began to play. Around her whispers from nervous children and reassurances from their older siblings reached her ears.. and almost got on her nerves. She frowned and gave a small roll of her shoulders before scrunching up her nose slightly as the video ended.

"Typically we do ladies first, but why don't we mix it up! After all it is the Quarter Quell, is it not?"

The girls around Glitch tensed at the thought of not getting it over with, though Glitch herself simply felt indifferent, watching Santhe strut over to the bowl on her right, smiling brightly as she reached a hand in and plucked out a name from the very bottom. She waited until she got back to the microphone to slowly open it up, then cleared her throat and paused, smiling out at everyone.

"Fibonacci Taylor!"

After a moment of silence and hesitation, Glitch caught movement out of the corner of her eye toward the sixteen-year-olds. She gave a squint as she observed the boy slowly walking up to the stage. Although his expression was unbothered, a smile even forced onto his face, the shocked look in his slightly wide eyes gave away just how frightened he clearly was.

She frowned as he made his way onto the stage slowly, his posture rigid and his eyes sweeping about as if he was expecting someone to volunteer. Ah.. so he was one of those. She rolled her eyes slightly and gave a small tap of her foot waiting as Santhe clapped him on the back then went over toward the girls' bowl. Glitch's gaze narrowed slightly as she pulled a name from the top of the pile of papers, this time unfolding it on her way over to the microphone and leaning closer to it, smiling as she gave them all a moment of silence. What a bitch.

"Glitch Leroy!"

Oh.

Glitch watched as the crowd almost immediately parted for her, the intense stares or smug faces of the girls watching her begin to move from her spot sparked something within her... more anger than fear. Fine.. she was just reaped. That was fine. She didn't give a shit about the Games while watching them so why should she give a shit about them if she's in them? She'll go along with it... She'll be fine...

She finally made it to the stage, her gaze glued to the gravel path rather than all the faces staring up at her. Santhe said something into the microphone.. but she didn't hear it. She was vaguely aware then that the boy had turned to shake her head. She only turned her head, looking at his hand then looking back at him before slowly turning her back to the crowd and ignoring him altogether. She wanted off the stupid stage now.

Not only was he not worth it, neither was the discomfort she knew she'd have from the handshake. No, Glitch was doing her best to be indifferent, but she knew she'd need an ally if she were to get any sort of far.

So far she was underwhelmed.

A/N: Hey yalll! I hope you're having very happy holidays! Next chapter we gonna be on th n. ayYYYyyy

So see you all then! :D

~ Anna