As me and Alma find ourselves sitting together on the train ride, I notice that he keeps glancing at the two female tributes

Though his eyes keep looking up at Ceres who is angrily glaring at the ground. I also find myself looking back and forth between the ground and Alma. My thoughts still sway back and forth. Why? Just why? However, I'm not crying so I guess that's a start...

Even then, as the train continues speeding through grassy plains and towards the great beyond, I find myself missing momma... and even District 11.

I shake my head. Did I really just say I miss 11? Well, considering the circumstances of the situation... I'd rather be home... Even so, I keep looking back to Alma for his thoughts.

His face shows pure resentment as we speed along. Meanwhile, Cere and Soya are both glaring at the floor but they keep looking back at us. By this point, we've been doing this for over half an hour.

"So... what are you in for?" Cere finally speaks up, sounding cold and unemotional. Soya raises her head and turns to Ceres. Soya is clearly the only one who cried. Her eyes were very red by the time we got on the train.

"What are we in for? We haven't targeted the Capitol. Can I assume you have?" Alma asks. Ceres gives a grin. "Of course, I burned a bunch of crops. Corn, wheat, you get my point. Though it's taken until now for them to track my name down. Thankfully, they decided to put me in the Hunger Games since I'm obviously coming out alive." She admitted.

"I doubt it. We're in for a mess." Soya said, quietly. Ceres only rolled her eyes. "Are you saying that I don't have a chance. Maybe you three don't, but I'm obviously coming back to haunt the Capitol." She claims.

Alma stands up. "Actually, I believe me and Altar will be attempting to make it back. We're gonna make sure they pay for making us unable to say goodbye to momma." Alma says.

Ceres only rolls her eyes. "Keep dreamin boys. I've fought all my life, nothin is keeping me down." Ceres bragged. By this point, I've found myself annoyed at the girl. The sun is already mostly down at the point and we still haven't even seen our mentor.

"Well our mentor is... too old so I can assume they aren't showing up any time soon." Soya admitted. I facepalm. "Well that's just great. We're on our own for now." I roll my eyes.

Allma puts his hand on my shoulder. "Don't worry. Even on our own, we've got this." He admitted. I sigh, not believing a word of what he just said. However, from what I can tell, not even Syrio is going to bother.

At this time, we see the Capitol seal show up on the television screen. "Oh yeah. Almost forgot about the reaping replays." Ceres admits. I look back to the screen. I'm actually pretty thankful that we have our reapings late in the afternoon considering a few things.

For one, we get on the train right on time for the replays. That and we get to miss the replays of every single Hunger Games before so. Yeah, the usually replay just the recent games but they chose to replay every event since its inception. I lay my head back a bit. I want to relax a bit as the replays begin, but I clearly am unable to.

At the moment it began, we were at the 80th or so games... we ignored it until now.

The reapings begin with Ceaser Flickerman Junior. He has a smile on his face as he welcomes all the viewers to the replays of the reapings from each District. He begins talking about how grateful he is to be able to be the host of the show and the games. As he finishes talking, it heads out to the Districts.

District 1

A 15 or so girl is reaped before suddenly, someone volunteers in her place. The girl who volunteers has a silent but confident smile on her face. As the next one is reaped, someone else quickly volunteers in her place. This happens again with the boys as well. At the end, we have 4 volunteers with smug grins on their face. They seem to look almost happy.

District 2

We get here and two girls are reaped. One of them has a volunteer... the other doesn't... She has a very shaken face when realizing nobody volunteered for her. However, the boys have two volunteers. Hooray for them?

District 3

No volunteers. A young girl, an older girl who glares at the camera before giving it a rude gesture. Expected from 3... The boys, one smaller boy and one much older one. He rolls his eyes to the camera...

District 4

We actually get three volunteers from this District to my surprise. However, what makes it even stranger is that the first two seem like our legit careers while the third... an 18 year old girl randomly takes the place of an even younger girl. She seems a little worried about her odds.

District 5

Ceres actually gets up a little more... interested in the 5th District. We don't bother questioning it as we watch the tributes from this District get up to the stage. A 14 year old boy is called to the stage. He looks like the boy from last year in fact. However, an older kid quickly volunteers and quickly takes his place.

District 6

No volunteers. 4 kids are reaped... tears, worry, anguish, a neutral sigh to the camera. The 4 children give different outlooks and I'm left baffled by how little hope District 6 has.

District 7

Unlike last year where 7 had two volunteers, this year they have none. A small girl takes the stage, clear fear in her eyes. The next girl is also as small as her. She seems to be shaken up. The first boy to be reaped is pretty young as well. This is odd... these younger tributes... He breaks down in tears. Our final boy is tall and looks like he can do pretty well.

District 8

District 8 shows up. They seem to have been recovering from the accident from last year pretty well. First up, the first girl who is called up is pretty old. Her emotions are hard to tell but she looks only frustrated... That's quite surprising. The next female is once again... a young girl. Though this time around the 14, 15 mark. Alma begins to glare at the TV. He's begun to notice the pattern.

Then comes the males. The male tribute walks up the stages with a face of worry and shock. The next one... he seems to cry as he moves up the stage.

District 9

Our eyes actually focus up here this time. Considering the fact that 9 won the previous games... we feel kind of interest to see what tributes they bring to the table. First off... a 14 year old looking girl comes up to the stage. She has no clear emotion. Just annoyance. However, on stage, she turns to the victor of the 99th Games (Dagan Hadoka). His face clearly says something is not right with her being reaped. He tugs on his shirt collar before the next name is called.

Another girl, a lot older this time, is reaped. She seems to slowly get to the stage. Her face is filled with anguish. Close to crying. She can't hide her emotion. The boy... the boy is a 15 year old. He seems to be close to hyperventilating. As he reaches the stage, he turns to the victor of the 99th Games.

I can tell that Dagan (Victor of the 99th games) is sweating. Something is not right with 9's reapings...

Finally, we see a 17 or so boy get reaped and he quietly walks up the stage. A face of pure horror. He seems on the verge of vomiting...

District 10

Nothing really happens here actually. Nothing noteworthy outside of one of the older girls flipping the bird to the camera.

"I like her. I hope I get paired with her." Ceres laughs. Alma only rolls his eyes in annoyance.

District 11

We pop up finally. Soya comes up first. Her face is filled with pure terror. The next one to be reaped is of course, Ceres. I notice something I didn't originally notice. Her face is filled with pure rage as she walks up the stage. She pulls some of the hair from the front of her face. Next, Alma is called. Alma actually had quiet the shocked expression when he began to get out of his section. As he walks along, he looks through the crowd before I begin shouting his name.

He closes his eyes before breathing in and keeping his head high. However, his face has a very sorrowful expression. Maybe the thought of leaving his little brother behind him hurt him more than the thought of dying...

However, the fact of the matter is that I'm picked next. Even the commentators are shocked. One of the few and rare occurrences. It's only happened once or twice they think. Siblings... in the Hunger Games. Obviously, this is the first and only time when they are both brothers. I make my way up the stage. My teeth show fear and worry. I begin hyperventilating as I make my way up the stage.

I turn to my brother... worry clear in my eyes.

District 12

Nothing much here... we're still busy taking in the replays of our reapings. As we continue our thoughts, Syrio walks in.

"Bad time?" He asks. We all turn to him. "No." Alma answers him. Syrio smiles as he walks into the room. "We have dinner ready if anyone wants so-," He begins. However, we don't even let him finish as we all jump out of our seats and run through the door to get our dinner...

Not very long after...

As I continue licking my fingers after eating so much food, I look up and notice the horrified expressions on Syrio and Soyas faces. Alma finishes eating and gives me a smile.
I somehow manage to give a smile back. Ceres gives an annoyed look at Soya. "What? Are we offending you by eating?" Ceres growls. Soya rolls her eyes. Alma also gives an annoyed glance at Ceres who seems annoyed.

"Well... I'm not used to seeing people eat like that." Soya admits, quietly. Ceres only scoffs. "Yeah, that's because your the mayors daughter and you just so happen to get more than us. Hell, you probably don't work as much as we do." Ceres angrily shouts.

Alma's annoyed glance turns into a glare. "We see you're point. Here's my problem though. You shouldn't just talk to people like that." Alma argues. Ceres only turns to Alma and laughs.

"Yeah, well she doesn't deserve to survive. I'll give her like... 30 seconds tops." She laughs. By this point, I get out of my seat and leave, already tired of this girl. I turn around before I leave.

Soya seems to be coming close to crying now. "You should stop trying to stand up to me. I'll make sure the games come early." Ceres grabs Alma's shirt collar, putting her fist close to his face and threatening him.

By this point, Soya just breaks down and runs through the door. I look behind me and just give a sigh, shaking my head. Soya runs to her room, I begin to head to my room.

As I do, I close my doors and finally feel the impact of the day. I miss momma already. I've had Allma with me though... I don't miss home as much because of that. I take off my socks and shoes as I sit upon my bed... thinking.

I feel the impact of the games to come forming around me... I feel the dread... the worry... the fear.

"Am I going to die? Is... this..." I feel my heart pulse beginning to rise, tears swelling. With Alma, I found myself comforted. However, I begin to realize what all this means.

I lose. That's all that happens. If I win, I still lose. I lose my brother. Besides that, how would I win? Hiding? Yeah, fair chance. Considering I'm obviously one of the youngest this year...

Someone else would probably kill me right away. I put my head into a pillow and find myself dreading the next day. "Alma... Momma... I need you all..." I say to myself before turning over in my bed...

This story isn't my priority at all but I found myself typing away when writing these chapters. In the original draft, we were going to go back and check some of the first few Hunger Games and even see how the 74th Hunger Games played out in this timeline (In the original, this did happen). However, I changed my mind and decided to just focus on our male and female characters.

I really wanted to bring out some more of Ceres considering I never EVER focused on the female tributes of 11 during my first two drafts. However, I knew Ceres would be pretty fun to write. Just I needed a little more from Soya...

Anyways, I wanted to try and flesh out our District 11 tributes. Altar, the young one and the worryful one. He's actually a semi-scholar or as close as one as you can get in 11. Alma is a hardworking older brother who comforts his younger brother at every chance he gets. This is because of the sad fact that his father was never around in his life...

District7axemurder - It really isn't a coincidence... Oh, glad your excited for the story. Funnily enough, I have very little interest in the food Districts for some reason. I did 9 in the previous story since it was barely cared for in the real series. In this story... It's hard to explain. Long story short, back when I originally wrote the idea, I wanted to have 11 because I thought 11 was close to where I live in real life...

I was totally off but it was a funny thought...

I was tempted to age Altar a few years but I changed my mind. I was also a little worried about Rue being related to Altar considering how people hate that stuff in fanfics... but I thought I could write it out. Thanks.

cjborange - That awkward moment when we're both working on 100th Hunger Games stories... Heh, anyways I'm glad you took time to read this and even enjoyed it.

Fun Fact: The 100th Hunger Games was originally based upon a dream I had when I was 11 or so (At the time I began to get into the Hunger Games). In this dream, their were two arenas and also my older brother was there... No Altar is not a self-insert.