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Arlo Emmy, 17, District 2 Male

I don't hear anything else except for the pounding in my head as I hit the punching bag over and over again. My head is messing with me again, telling me, "you cannot kill her" and "Emilia needs to be avenged". That Alina needs to be killed, I think to myself. She must pay for what she did to my sister.

I look down in pure rage and defeat. Then I notice that my knuckles are bloody and I think to myself, it is probably time to stop for today and head home to get ready for the reaping.

I trudge home dejectedly and yank open the front door. I drag myself upstairs to my room and make myself take a shower. After I get out and dry myself off, I pull on a light blue shirt and some khaki pants. I walk downstairs slowly and make myself some french toast and scrambled eggs.

My father and Ameil come into the kitchen in conversation about the reaping later today. They are discussing how they think that less victors are coming from District 2 nowadays and that more victors are starting to come from stronger outer districts like District 7, District 9, and District 10. They don't even seem to notice me until I clear my throat.

I tell them, "Maybe there will soon be a rise in the number of victors from 2." From behind my father's back, Ameil, my brother, shakes his head.

My father tells me sternly, "People are starting to realize that it isn't worth it to volunteer. They are letting the reaped children go into the arena, instead of volunteering to represent our district proudly and then dying."

I didn't know that was happening, I ponder. I always believed that people always actually fought for the spot to volunteer. That is what me and Emilia, my sister, used to do with other kids who were close to us in talent and almost beating us for the spot of our year's volunteer. One of those kids, is at fault for my sister's death, and she will pay for it.

All my wondering has made time pass by quickly. Now it is about the time that the peacekeepers start knocking on doors to escort people in the houses one by one. They always start in the richer section of the district and then go down through the sections that keep getting poorer and poorer. We always are in the middle of the district, where we are not rich, nor poor.

At last, I hear a knock on the door and I answer it. It as I predicted, is a peacekeeper. He is here to escort me to my group and to escort my parents and my brother to the section of people who are either too young or too old to be reaped or to volunteer.

The escort, who is wearing an extremely outrageous ensemble this year, welcomes us as usual to the reaping.

She chirps, "And now, we are going to watch a quick tape that has come all the way from the Capitol!"

Our president's monotone voice fills the square. They always show this excuse for a video every year. They think that it makes the younger kids more excited about it, but in reality, it makes them a lot more nervous.

When the eons that the video takes up are over, the escort walks briskly over to the girls bowl and calls for everyone's attention. She walks back over to her bulky microphone and rips open the crisply taped and folded slip.

She calls out, "Izy Scodelario!"

The girl who was reaped doesn't even have time to walk out into the aisle before another, very familiar girl calls out, "I volunteer as tribute!"

The applause suddenly becomes deafening and I can't hear anything else except my heartbeat. It's her, Alina. The one who killed my sister. My sight turns red and my blood starts to boil. I need to, no I have to get revenge on her. She was the one person who I actually tried to get along with, but then she goes and kills my sister.

I am barely paying attention when the little she-devil walks up to the stage, and when the escort finally walks over to the boy's bowl.

She barely has the time to call the boy's name before I am calling out, "I volunteer!"

I then march up the stairs and mount the stage. When the escort asks for my name, I smirk at the audience and state loudly, "My name is Arlo Emmy."

The crowd cheers louder than before. They always love it when the tributes look intimidating and fierce. I then am asked to shake hands with my new district partner. They are all lucky that I still did it. If it was under any other circumstances, I would have flat out refused, but if I had refused then I wouldn't be as popular as I needed to be.

I lock eyes with Alina, as if I am warning her. My expression tells her, "You will pay for what you did, and don't get in my way." Game on Alina, game on.

Alina Padme, 17, District 2 Female

My heart is pounding and I desperately wipe my sweaty hands on my silver dress. After I am forced to shake hands with one of the people in the entirety of Panem that absolutely hates me, we are also dragged to the Justice Building by a bunch of very nasty looking peacekeepers. Even though the peacekeepers come from our district, they still treat us like vermin similar to how other districts are treated by them as well.

The elevator that we were marched into stops and makes a noise, alerting me we are in the place where we will say our goodbyes to the people that we love.

I am practically thrown into a room and locked into it, and I hear the same thing happening to Arlo. After a couple of minutes just sitting on the floor and staring down, I hear the door creak and my head snaps up.

"My baby girl!" My mother cries and pulls me into her embrace.

"I'll be rooting for you girl." My slightly more calm friend Summer tells me when I manage to pull myself out of my mother's arms.

I manage to smile weakly at her and my mom, promising them, "I'll win and prove to them that we are not a disgrace to the family legacy of victors. Dad just wasn't as firm natured as the rest of the family was."

My mother grins tearily eyed at me and confidently says, "I know you can do it Alina, you have a good heart and amazing training. I believe in you."

Summer adds on, "I believe in you too Alina. I know you will come back home to us in the end."

I smile almost goofily at them, but on the inside I am a wreck. Now there is an even bigger weight on my shoulders than before. Not only do I need to win to prove that the family did not lose our legacy, but I also need to win because my mom and my best friend believe in me and I don't want them to deal with the burden of sadness if I don't become victor. I will do this and I need to do this. For my family's legacy, for my mom, and for Summer.

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