Double the Chances: The 100th Hunger Games

by idkwhatmyusernameis

This is The Hunger Games 4th Quarter Quell. Who will be reaped, who will volunteer, who will die, who will win? With the added perspective of a capitol citizen welcome the the 100th Hunger Games!

1. Introduction to Characters

District 1: POV: Glamor Price

The lights clicked on and my eyes were bombarded with a harsh red light. I groaned trying to get a few more minutes of sleep.

"Glamor, GET UP!" My mother screamed at me. I sighed to myself, I normally never want to wake up but especially not today. Today was reaping day.

"Glamor we're going to be late! You know what happens when people are late!"

"I know, I know they get hanged in the square you don't have to tell me" I sigh exasperated. You know, I'd rather be hanged than have the chance of being sent into the Hunger Games. This year's games are supposed to be more 'fun and exciting' but really they're just ten times as deadly. This year is the games 100th anniversary also known as the 4th Quarter Quell.

Every 25 years the Capitol has a special new twist added to the games. We still don't know what this years' game's twist is going to be. If I had to guess what this Quarter Quells twist was going to be, well, I really couldn't tell you because whoever makes these Quells has a really twisted mind.

I slowly roll out of my bed, wash my face, and put on my reaping day outfit. A pretty green cotton dress that we bought specifically for this day, the day that could very well be the worst day of my life.

District 1: POV: Leif Villain

Well todays going to be an interesting day. The day of the reaping. The good news is this is my last reaping day that I'll ever have the chance of being a tribute for the games.

I walk down the stairs and see my father, Jair Villain, sitting at the table sipping his morning tea. Jair what a peculiar name, I know right the people in District 1 have such weird tastes in names. His name means 'he shines' in some language. Hey, not as weird as mine right? Leif, never really liked that name. Too bad I can't change it.

I blame my father for giving me that name. The name thatI was bullied for all throughout school. They'd call me names and make fun of my name saying that I was meant to be a part of some tree out in the forest, that I was never meant to be born. When in reality my name means heir, my dad meant it to be that I was the heir to the throne of the Villain family. That someday I was going to be the next King of the family's jeweling business.

He was so stupid as to think that I was going to be just another jeweler in District 1. No I was going to win the Hunger Games and prove to him that I am something more than just an heir to some stupid throne.

I stared at my father, resenting him for causing me so much pain. I was going to volunteer. I was going to volunteer as tribute for the 100th hunger games. I realize that I'm risking my life to be in these games but even if I don't win I still won't have to see my fathers stupid face again.

I storm out of the house slamming the door behind me leaving it swinging on its un-oiled hinges. I walk angrily down the street making my way to the square not caring what anyone thinks of me. Not like anyone is going to notice anyway they're all too caught up in their own silly little lives to care about just another kid heading to reaping day.

District 2: POV: Astra Noire

"Astra it's time to get up darling." Mother says quietly standing in my doorway. I knew she was there already, I've been awake all night unable to fall asleep. I pretend like I don't hear her, I don't want to face the horror that awaits me. Reaping day, otherwise known as the worst day in existence.

My mother shakes my shoulder gently. "I know you're up. Come on Astra, why do you have to be so gloomy all the time?" She says.

She knows why I've been acting strangely. We all have been acting strangely ever since Slayte was reaped for last year's Hunger Games. "You know why mom!" I snap.

Slayte and I were very close, I mean we were all close since I had to look after him because he was my little brother.

"Alright calm down Astra, calm down I'm not meaning to aggravate you. After all, it is reaping day." She says as she opens up my curtains sending a blast of light straight into my eyes.

"Hey, watch it!" I shout at her.

"Fine have it your way, you get ready for the reaping all by yourself and I'll go get your father and sisters ready."

With that she whisks out of my room leaving me feeling guilty for snapping at her and annoyed that she was treating me like a baby. I'm 16. I think I'm old enough to get ready by myself. I can hear my mother arguing with Calista and Cora about getting up. My twin younger sisters, next year they'll both be entered into the reaping for the first time. I've taken six tessera every year since the last to feed my family. That means my name is in the bowl 31 times this year.

I put on my slate grey dress, even looking at the color brings back memories of him, my beautiful brother who didn't deserve to die.

Once everyone is ready we all leave the house together and head for the middle of town which holds the stage where some unlucky childrens fates will be sealed.

District 2: POV: Baylor Arkose

All the kids hate me. They hate me just because my father is a peacekeeper here in District 2. I bet that they wouldn't even give second thought to me if not for him. Lets just say my father and I's relationship is a bit rocky. We fight all the time and the only thing stopping us from killing each other is my mother. Beatrix Forge. The best person in the world. I love her so much, it's a shame the only side of me she ever sees is the one that's always fighting with dad.

Schools canceled today and that's a huge relief for me because that means that I wont get punched in the face today, at least not by the other 13 year olds. The down side to school being cancelled is that it's reaping day, the only day that school is ever cancelled.

I walk down stairs still in my pajamas and I see my mother sitting on the couch watching the daily news broadcasted from the capital.

One of the floorboards creeks under my foot and Beatrix notices me. "What are you wearing Baylor! It's Reaping day, you can't be seen wearing those horrendous pajamas! Go back to your room this instant and change." She scolds.

I chuckle to myself listening to how ridiculous my mother is, though I follow her orders and quickly change into some suitable clothes.

When I return, my father has arrived and is angrily shouting at my mother for who knows what.

When she sees me her face softens from the hard expression she had been wearing to shield herself from his anger.

"You look wonderful darling." Mother says crisply.

Then she marches me out of the house and into the middle of town for the reaping.

District 3: POV: Byte Pixel

I stare glumly at my bowl of oatmeal and slowly stir it with my spoon. Today is the day of the reaping, the day I seal my fate. I have decided to volunteer for the hunger games this year, for I have nothing left to live for.

First my father Ray died, then my mother Dell, and lastly my best friend Leone. They all were killed in a factory explosion when some computers overheated and exploded.

They were my life. Without them I'm lost. I don't even need to be here anymore, what is the point. I will be out of this world one way or another in just a few days.

I march into the middle of town, sign in, and stand rigidly with my fellow 15 year olds, waiting for Reign Queen, District 3's escort, to start the ceremony.

District 3: POV: Coraline Dellmare

"Coraline, do you ever think about what would happen to you if you were in the games?" Asks Darci, my best friend.

"Of course I do Darci, all the time," I sigh, "but there is such a low chance that you or I will be picked that I'm not worried too much."

Darci nods her head in agreement, "We'll always be best friends right?" She asks me.

"Always." I reply solemnly.

We head our separate ways, we still have to get ready for the reaping. On my way home I think about what would happen if I actually were to be picked as tribute. No way I would be picked, it's impossible my name is only in there once! I think to myself. But what if... I would train hard in the training days, maybe learn how to fight, and definitely learn about food. Though I doubt that I'll be picked, the what if's are still creeping in from the back of my mind.

I walk in the door and glance at the dining room table. On it lies a happy periwinkle blue dress, not very fitting for such a serious and depressing day. Next to it there is a note that reads, I bought this dress for you isn't it nice Cora? I for one love it, I know it doesn't really fit the occasion but I thought reaping day needed a bit of cheering up. Love Mom.

"Of course, leave it up to mom to make every situation cheerful." I mutter under my breath.

I put on the blue dress and twirl around to see how it fits. Perfect. I think sadly.

I leave the house and run up to the square, which is now just filling up with the citizens of District 3.

District 4: POV: Marina Pearl

Trent grips my shoulders firmly, "You have to win okay Mari? You have to win for mom alright?"

"I'll try my hardest." I say.

Ever since my mother, Misty died my brother and I have been the only members of the Pearl family left to survive. My brother just passed over the age limit for the Hunger Games, otherwise he would have been the one volunteering. The Capitol is the one to blame for all the pain that moms death has caused us. Competing is our way of getting back at The Capitol.

The capitol killed her just because Trent stole a loaf of bread from the bakery, we were starving and Misty's job at the net weaving factory wasn't paying enough. He stole it because we were dying, without that bread we wouldn't have seen another sunrise on the ocean.

Trent leaves me to stand with the other 17's and I stand there rigid with sadness as I play back all the memories in my head. Fiona Bone will start the reaping very soon.

District 4: POV: Fjord Reed

I find myself sitting on my bed deep in thought, I jerk out of the haze and check the clock. It reads 9:50, "Oh shoot I'm gonna be late!" I realize. I rush to my dresser and grab the first things that come to hand. I scramble to put them on, fumbling with the buttons on my shirt. I race out of my room, down the hallway looking into all the other rooms looking for my family. I don't find them and think, They left without me! I sprint out of my house down the street, and I manage to scramble into line without anyone noticing that I had been late.

I try to calm down as the person at the checkpoint pricks my finger and stamps the blood onto the paper. When she's done I speed walk to my age group and take my place and hope that the peacekeepers didn't notice my absence.

District 5: POV: Feu Lionne

I stand in front of the fabric store deciding on what color dress I will make my debut in, maybe a fiery orange, no to joyful, maybe a deep green to show my disgust with the capitol. Yes that's it then a nice dark green fabric.

I walk into the store and approach the counter, I keep my eyes down trying to have as little contact with this salesperson as possible. "Excuse me ma'am may I please buy a few yards of that emerald green fabric?"

"Sure." The cashier answers in a husky voice.

I leave the store with my fabric and head home to my mother and father.

I enter my house and drop the fabric beside my mother on the couch. "Sew me a dress for the reaping." I tell her and turn on my heel and storm off.

I'm not sure what I'm mad at but I am in a destructive mood. I slam the door, spin around and punch it as hard as I can. My fist hits the door. There's an explosion of pain inside my knuckles but I don't care, I push harder and my hand flies through the door leaving me with a fist full of splinters and only a fraction of my anger has been quelled.

I realize that my anger is aimed at the Capitol. I'm angry at them for making me watch children be slaughtered and for making them be the murderers. I will do everything I can to destroy the capitol when I get the chance, it's just a matter of time before it comes.

My mother walks into my room holding a long and elegant green dress, it's so beautiful, it sparkles in the sunshine. I look up into my mother's eyes and genuinely say "Wow, it's beautiful. Thank you mom." Praise like that is hard to come by from me and you can see it on her face, her eyes light up and she smiles, I haven't seen her smile in years.

I put it on and I'm completely dazzled by my beauty in this dress. "It matches your eyes perfectly." Mom whispers in my ear. My eyes are the same shade of green that the dress is and it really does match them quite well.

I glance at the watch on mothers wrist. "Oh no mom! We're going to be late!" I realize and I break the serene silence. "How could I lose track of time! I never slip up like that!"

I start pacing around my room words flying around in my head making it hard to think. I grab my head, it feels like it is going to explode in panic. My mother touches my arm unexpectedly. I jerk it away.

"Well what are you going to do about that Feu." Mom tells me.

"Oh I gotta go! I have to go now! Bye mom love you, see you after the reaping." I say as I'm racing away through the house and I sprint to town.

District 5: POV: Alaci Belette

I was working on some engineering homework when my little brother raced into the living room howling with my mother Luna was chasing after him. "Come on Finn you have to wear this, come on now cooperate!" My mother commands.

Finn listens and hastily runs over to her, my mother hands Finn a fancy little outfit and tells him to go and put it on as fast as possible.

"How's it going?" Luna says to me.

"It's alright." I respond to her.

"Don't forget Alaci. It's reaping day, you better start getting ready soon." She tells me.

"Fine, fine." I say going back to focusing on my homework.

"Alaci." Luna says sternly, tapping her foot.

I get up, brush off my pants, and change into more formal clothes. I grab an apple from the dining room table and hug my mother goodbye and I walk out the door, heading downtown to check in.

Once I arrive I see my best friend Rain. "Hey Rain!" I shout across the lines.

"Oh hey Alaci." He says back.

Rain has been my best friend since we started school, we would go to either of our houses every night to finish our homework and then play with our siblings. Our families are really close too, the Belettes and the Limits have always had each other's backs. Whenever either family didn't have enough to eat the other would pitch in and help them get back on their feet.

"Think you'll be reaped today?" I say jokingly to Rain.

"Not a chance my name is only in there seven times. That's basically a third of everyone else's." Rain says back. "What about you?"

"Yeah I've got more of a chance than you but hey, I hope the odds will be ever in my favor today." I say mimicking our escorts voice, Thyia Brison.

We both fall silent and we walk together to our places in the 18's area.

District 6: POV: Kieha Ridge

I skip down the street as light as a feather, not a care in the world until I start to come back to my reality. I see people being beaten by the peacekeepers and people dying of starvation. I slow my pace as I start to fall back into the rut of depression and anxiety that has been my life since I turned 12.

I feel the quick wind fly past my ear, of a silent train passing though District 6 carrying our escort, Mai Adinio. She's the one that takes away the lives of the people that she reaps from those awful glass bowls. I shudder as I think about what horrible twist of fate that this Quarter Quell is going to take. I can only hope that this year there will be a victory for District 6.

I try to find my friends Raven, Elle, Franny, and Leo. I find them in our usual spot, a log next to the river on the edge of the district.

"What's up guys." I say as I walk up to them.

They look up at me from skipping stones across the water. "Not much K, just trying to distract ourselves from the thought of the games." Leo, the most talkative of the group answers.

"That's great because that's exactly what I came here for." I answer trying to sound cheerful when really I'm feeling quite the opposite.

I sit down next to Raven and ask, "Hows Crane?"

Raven looks up at me with eyes filled with tears and pain, "She died earlier this morning K," His breath shudders as he draws in a breath.

I hug him trying to comfort him, though I'm the worst at comforting people. Elle looks up at the sky, groans and says," Hey guys, looks like it's time, we've gotta go."

I stand up still comforting Raven and the group starts the long walk to check in.

District 6: POV: Raven Surge

My little sister Crane died this morning, you could say it was a good thing because this was going to be her first year being eligible for the games. She was such a happy go lucky kid, when I would walk her home from school she would tell me all about her day and would happily tell me about how excited she was to go back tomorrow. If only she knew how awful this world really is, she wouldn't have any reason to smile anymore. At least she died before she had to face the truth.

I walk along the road, my hands in my pockets trying to stop crying before anyone else sees me. Kieha has been comforting me along with Elle, Leo, and Franny. I'm by far the most sensitive of the group, and the most vulnerable to.

Once we reach the check in table the person seated there asks for my name. I answer bitterly, "Raven Surge."

"Don't you have a sister being entered for the first time today?" Asks the stranger cheerfully.

I feel the tears coming on, I feel my eyes welling up with them. The world goes blurry for a second and the salty tears start to pour down my face and fall onto my shirt. "She died this morning." Kieha explains quickly, trying to shield me from any further questions.

"Oh, I'm so sorry." The stranger apologizes.

I just wave my hand at her and wipe the tears from my face, Leo leads me away to stand with our group as the girls head over to theirs, the female 15's. The gravel on the ground suddenly becomes very interesting so I start to study it very closely.

District 7: POV: Elm Sol

I had been chopping down trees with my favorite axe since dawn and after what felt like an eternity finally one of the peacekeepers blew a whistle that signals the work day is over and now it is time for the reaping. I rip my axe out of the birch tree I had been chopping and I head back to my house to get ready for the reaping.

This is my last year being in the reaping and who knows what could happen with it being the Quarter Quell and all. My brother Pine was in the hunger games a couple years back. Sadly he didn't win but he did get second! My little sister and I are the only ones left, if I get reaped and don't win she'll be all alone. I can't do that to her. We can't afford to lose another hunger games.

I'm a lumberjack for a lumber company here in District 7. I'd say I make pretty decent money, it's just enough to feed Sage and I. I walk out of the forest and slowly jog down to the district school.

Sage is waiting for me at the bench next to the playground. Sage is still only seven but she understands the pressure I'm under. "How was your day Sage?" I ask.

"It was okay." She answers glumly.

I sit down on the bench and look into her eyes as I say, "What's wrong Sage?"

"It's just I know that today you could be sent into the games and I'd be left here without you and-" She didn't get to finish because I interrupted her, "Oh Sage you don't have to worry about that, there's nothing to worry about, theres one in a thousand chance of me getting reaped." I say trying to comfort her, though we both know that I'm lying.

My name is in that bowl 26 times today. We both know that I have a pretty good shot at being reaped. I don't want to believe it. No, I won't believe it. I'm not going to accept that the Capitol might rip me away from Sage and in the process take her entire future away. I stand up, grab her hand and quickly walk away from the school. I lead us back home, I need to get ready.

I put on my formal clothes and then left the house again with Sage in tow, we briskly headed to check in. I sent her to wait for me at the bakery. I watch her go and she sits on one of the benches on the bakery porch. I take my place with the 18's and anxiously await the reaping.

District 7: POV: Violet Hue

I stare into the mirror. All I see is a little girl with dirt on her face. I see a little girl with unnaturally purple eyes. I have my name for a reason. My mother named me after the wildflower violet because of my eye color. It doesn't matter anyway because she's already dead. I hate being different. I don't blame her, if I had a child with bright purple eyes I would have named her Violet as well.

I wash the dirt and grime off my face, trying to make myself look presentable for the reaping. I tie my hair up in a braid and put on my yellow dress. I've worn this dress to the reaping for four years now. The dress is supposed to compliment my eyes. I think it just makes me look stupid and childish. I know I'm still young, only 15 but I feel way older. Also yellow is my least favorite color, it's just too happy for me.

Just then my older sister walks in and leans against the bathroom door frame. "Ready Violet?" Rosemary says.

"Sure I'm ready to go to see who's going to be chosen to fight to the death, if that's what you mean by 'Ready Violet' then yes I am ready." I say sarcastically.

"Hey I don't make the rules and if I had any say I would do it your way. We're going to be late, let's go." Rosemary snaps.

She storms out into the hallway and starts to leave. I rush out of the bathroom scramble to put on my shoes and I race to catch up to her. "I'm sorry Rose, I didn't mean to snap at you, I just am not looking forward to this." I apologize to my older sister.

Her gaze softens and she tells me it's alright and by this time we are almost at the check in table.

Once we get our fingers pricked and stamped we go our separate ways, her to the spectator area because she has passed the age limit for the games and me to the area for the 15's.

District 8: POV: Cairo Ode

I had been peacefully eating my breakfast and working on sewing a patch for my little brother, Max's backpack, when my father stormed into the room. "I was supposed to be buying us some more food at Fred's store but no, they had to have close the store because it's 'reaping day'!" My father says angrily pacing around the room. The tension was rising, I could feel it.

And my stupid mouth had to go and say, "Well it is reaping day after all."

I get up from the table quickly, leaving behind my half eaten bowl of oatmeal. I head straight to my room trying to avoid my father's anger. When he gets mad you don't want to be around. He got so mad once that he killed my mother and got away with it! I had felt the danger rise while I was sitting at the table and I knew I had to get out of there as soon as possible. Then I remembered Max. I have to get Max! Once it hit me there was no going back. This was do or die. I raced out of my room, ran to Max's, picked him up, threw him onto my shoulder and sprinted out of the house.

I booked it out of the house, racing down the street and skidded to a halt at the back of the lines for check in. I looked back behind me and saw that my father wasn't racing after me. I put Max down and told him, "It's alright dads just mad that all, we just need to let him cool down a bit. And look, we made it to the reaping without being late!" I tried to sound happy and nonchalant. I'd rather be at home facing my father's anger than be here with the risk of being reaped into The Hunger Games.

District 8: POV: Dusk Morning

This morning is the worst of my life. Today is my first Reaping day. I turned 12 just a few weeks ago and that means that I am now eligible to be in the Hunger Games. This year is an even worse year to be able to go in because it's the Quarter Quell. The Quells are just there to entertain the capitolites with even more death.

If I am in the games I for sure won't win because, again, I am literally 12. I'm just a scrawny kid from District 8 not a district known for winning now is it?

I am walking down the street to go and help my friend Star get ready for the reaping. While on my way there I spot an old looking man walking down the street with a very nice looking scarf. I walk up to him and carefully unravel the scarf from his neck, he seems to be blind so this should be a sitch.

The steal was as easy as taking candy from a baby (which I've done before). The stupid old man didn't even notice, just kept hobboling down the street. I chuckled to myself at his ignorance.

When I got to her house, I let myself in. Her parents don't even question me as I walk up the stairs to her room. I walk in and she is staring into the mirror with a distant look in her eyes.

This happens every once and awhile, she'll start having flashbacks to when she was forced to watch her brother being brutally murdered by some kid from District 3. Look I understand, but how can someone actually care that much about a person other than themselves?

I walk over to her and snap her out of her flashback with a quick, careless snap of my fingers. Her eyes suddenly come back from that far off place.

"Sorry D, just another flashback." Star apologizes.

"No need, you can't control them." I shrug pretending not to be annoyed even though I am. She should be over this by now.

I grab a hair brush and start to brush her hair which seems to calm her down.

"Hey lets play a game. We're going to guess who's going to be reaped today. Doesn't that sound fun?" I try to brighten up her mood all the while faking my friendliness.

"That is the opposite of fun. But anything to get my mind off this." Star says.

"Okay let's see who is the most likely to be reaped?" I think aloud. "I think it's going to be Saffron Beau. Don't you think? I mean she does have her name in there 42 times!"

"Yeah maybe." Star brightens up a bit. "No, I think it's going to be Kelsi. With her bad luck, I mean come on!"

"You know you're probably right!" I agree.

Just then her mother walks in and tells us that we have to get going.

We quickly pick up our things and rush out of her house and down to the square. On my way out of Star's room I notice a really pretty silk hair ribbon just lying on her bed. I quickly snatch it and follow her out. I don't think she noticed, few.

District 9: POV: Fern Rye

The wind blew hair across my face, I slowly reached out and pushed it back behind my ear with not a care in the world, just watching the clouds float across the sky. My gaze drifts around the sky, it lands on the sun, I stare at it for a while. The sun's position is fairly high in the sky meaning that it is nearing the time of the reaping. It takes me awhile to notice this and when I do I start to get up but I get distracted by a pretty yellow flower blooming in the grass. My lazy focus is broken by a distant voice calling my name. I recognize it as my mother Mazie's. I get up fairly quickly, embarrassed by my own foolishness, that my mother had to come and get me for the reaping. My first reaping at that.

You would think that someone like me would be scared of their first reaping and not want to be late for it, and not dare to let it slip from their mind. But no I just have to be so stupid as to do just that.

I run up to my mother and quickly apologize. I then proceed to finish running up the hill from the bottom of the valley, I don't even have time to stop at my house before leaving for the reaping, that's how late I am. I sprint through town and burst into the square.

Peacekeepers are everywhere, lining the walls and perimeter of the square making it impossible to leave. I quickly run over to check in and nervously scramble into line. I wince as the needle pricks my finger, I've never had that happen before. Once it's done I try to figure out where the other 12's are standing. I spot them and run over and try to find my place in line. Once I do the ceremony has almost started.

District 9: POV: Rhyse Bruin

Well I had been planning on going out with my friends today but that plan got ruined because of the stupid reaping. If I were in the games, which I doubt, I would totally win. I mean I live in a district which has basically infinite food. I may steal a bit of the crops from time to time but I hardly ever get caught.

Even if my name gets picked from the bowl I'm sure that one of my friends will volunteer for me, they've always had my back.

I walk down the street with my usual swagger mixed in with my steps. People usually give me weird looks in the streets. It's definitely because I look so great.

I'm not quite sure where I'm heading but I know that I'm supposed to be going to the square for the reaping. What I do know is that I'm not going there. I quickly take a sharp turn into an alleyway to wait out the ceremony. Unfortunately I wasn't looking where I was going and slammed into a peacekeeper.

"Hey watch where you're going!" The peacekeeper snarls at me.

"Oh uh uh, I'm sorry sir I'll-" I stumble over my words.

I quickly back away from him and run to the square. I know I was going to wait out the reaping in the alleyway but that peacekeeper scared me dude.

I impatiently wait in the check in line, once I've finished checking in I run over to my spot with the other 16 year olds.

District 10: POV: Thorn Hill

Leaning on the pasture fence staring at the grazing cows, thinking about nothing.

Some time passes and the sun climbs up into the sky. I feel a tap on my shoulder and look over to see Willow Blade. Willow and I have been friends since forever. I still can't seem to stop being so awkward around her, around everybody in fact. Whenever I talk to her I find myself stumbling over my words.

"Oh he-hey Willow." I say shyly.

"Hey Thornbush." I hate that nickname. Not like I'm going to say anything about it though.

"How's it going?" She asks.

"It's alright," I say. "Just watching the cows." Wow I'm impressed with myself. I didn't stammer at all in that sentence!

"Yeah. It's alright for me too." Willow answers, shifting her gaze into the open sky to the west, her beautiful brown hair blows in the wind.

I can tell that somethings up. "Hey what's wrong?" I ask her.

She sighs, "It's just, you know, the whole idea of the games. The killing and everything. It's just not right." Willow confesses.

"O-oh." I answer.

"I just hate having to watch our classmates kill each other just for the capitols enjoyment! It's sick!" Willow explodes in anger throwing a rock across the road. It slams into the ground making a huge indent in the ground.

Willow tries to calm herself by taking deep breaths. I'm taken aback by her abrupt mood change.

She looks back at me, "Sorry, I don't know what got into me."

She blushes and looks back at the ground. I'm not used to this from her. Normally Willow is super confident, happy, and always the talkative one. Now she seems shy and angry.

"Hey le-lets take a walk, maybe buy some bread from the b-b-bakery." I try to say it without stuttering, but of course I fail.

"Sure." Willow returns back to her old self.

"Lets go Thorn!" She waves me on and sprints away, kicking up dirt making a cloud of dust so I can't see.

"Wait up Will!" I call, chasing after her.

At this moment I'm happy but that can change in the blink of an eye. I skid to a halt next Willow as we stare at the lines of peacekeepers stationed all around the town.

There are never this many here in District 10. I guess they're all here as extra precautions for the reaping. I realize that the reaping is going to begin soon. "Hey Will, I think we be-better take a rain check on the bakery plan. We've g-gotta sign in for the re-reaping." Ugh why do I have to stutter so much!

We quickly sign in and we seperate, I go to the 15's area and Willow goes to the 14's area.

District 10: POV: Leanne Bright

The stick snaps shut and a chicken is now stuck under a box. "Ha ha got you now you stupid chicken!" I mock the chicken that I just caught.

The chicken bawks are muffled by the box covering it.

My father is a previous winner of the hunger games. He won his games by surviving on his own for the whole game, then at the end he had to face the last player. He won by grabbing a venomous snake that was slithering by his feet, then he forced the snake to bite his opponent, some say that he didn't deserve his win, and that he was a coward. I think that he was smart and clever, he used nature to kill instead of a bloody fight. My father, Cleave doesn't like gorey fights, doesn't like killing, doesn't want the blood on his hands. He used a snake so he could blame their death on something other than himself.

He has been training ever since I could walk. He has been training me in the ways of survival for the games. It is more than likely that I will have to be in the games. The capitol loves to throw victors' children into the games. It's a miracle that I've made it this far without being in the games yet.

Cleave has taught me how to be self sufficient, provide my own food, how to fight. I think that I'm pretty prepared for when I get sent into the games.

Today I have been practicing my trapping skills, I have a feeling that this is the year, this is the year that I am sent into these bloodthirsty games. I just have that feeling and I can't shake it off.

I lift the box and let my chicken escape. It quickly runs off to join the other chickens. I start to walk back to the house to get ready for the reaping. I slide the door open to see father standing in the middle of the room, tapping his foot.

"What did you catch?" He states bluntly.

"A couple chickens." I answer.

"Good," Cleave answers. "I think you're ready. This is the year. I'm sure of it. You're definitely going this year."

"I know dad, I had the feeling too." I say cracking my knuckles nervously.

My father was never one to talk all that much, and I'm not expecting some grand pep talk either. "Alright Leanne, you're the daughter of a victor. The capitolites are going to be expecting alot from you. You have to please them in your interviews. You have to get sponsors, that's the only way that you're going to survive. Now I have faith in the skills that I have taught you but they are no match for what's going to be in that arena. You can never give up hope in there Leanne. You know what happens when people give up on themselves. They're throats get slit like that," He snaps his fingers. "Promise me you wont give up on yourself for me okay?"

"I promise." I answer.

"Good. You have to be alert at all times, you have to be ready for anything. Train with the knives, they are the most likely to be in the cornucopia or in the bags scattered around it. They are good for long distance and for close range fighting. You know about edible plants and how to catch animals. Don't be stupid, don't light fires unless absolutly nessecary. Don't align yourself with anyone, you can't trust them. When the time comes they will turn on you in a second if it means your death or theirs. Grab a bag and some water if possible from the cornucopia then run out of there as fast as possible, if you don't you'll find yourself with a knife through your back and you'll be dead before the games even begin. Do you understand?"

"Yes." I say, memorizing every word of advice father says.

These words will be very useful in the arena, this advice could be the difference between life and death.

"I'll be rooting for you always Leanne, remember that. I know it might seem like a waste of words right now, but that little scrap of hope can give you the will to keep going in that arena. Remember this Leanne, remember that we love you and you will make it out of there alive, I'll make sure of that."

I turn to leave but I catch my father saying something, "Leanne be sure to play the game very safe, trick the capitol, make them love you, that will increase your odds. Don't give away your skills to the other tributes. Pretend to be weak. They will leave you alone until the very end if they think that you're weak. They will take out the biggest threats first and leave the weak for the end if they're smart. I love you, never forget that."

With that I leave our house in the victors village go to the ceremony.

I have been waiting in the 16's section for what seems like forever, I have been playing back fathers words in my head this whole time knowing that I will need them. I hear feet skidding on dirt, I turn my head and see the shy awkward boy which I think his name is Thorn? Something like that standing next to a girl that looks to be around 13. They quickly sign in and they rush to their spots.

Finally the reaping can begin.

District 11: POV: Autumn Morgan

Some people say that I'm popular. I don't really believe them. I mean I guess I have a few friends but not enough to be considered popular. I feel like most of my friends are fake. Like they don't actually care about me. I only have a couple really close and real friends. They're names are Camellia (Cammy), Rowan, and Paisley. Cammy and I have been friends the longest, Rowan and Paisley joined the group a few years ago.

The thought of the games has been looming over us all for months because between us all my have upwards of 60 entries for the games this year.

I'm really scared that one of us is going to be reaped. Should I volunteer if one of us gets called? But what is this quells twist going to be? While all the thoughts are spinning around in my brain time slips away.

When I come back from my spell of being lost in thought my friends have gathered around me in my room. They're all whispering things like "Is she ok?" or "What's going on?".

"It's alright guys." I say to them. "I was just lost in thought."

"Oh good! We thought something was wrong." Paisley exclaims.

"Oh no everythings fine." I say, I'm flattered by their concern but there really was nothing to worry about.

"Hey let's get to the square early this year!" I say to get the topic off me, "It'll be fun."

They all shrug and we leave my room, my house and then walk down the street towards the square.

District 11: POV: Bane Hedge

I see a kid trip on the sidewalk, the kid scrapes his knees and bursts out crying. Other people's pain is just hilarious! I find it so enjoyable. I cross the street, in my carefree and casual manner. The kid is struggling to stand up. "Hey kid, I want some help?" I ask with a sneer.

"Oh umm-" He doesn't get to finish his answer because I kick him straight in the gut, he slams onto the ground, paralyzed with fear and shock. His eyes are welling up with tears, he tries to back away from me, his hands slipping on the ground that is slick with his own blood. It seems to be coming from the back of his head.

Good. I think. That should teach him. I turn back around and act as if nothing happened. I can hear the kid scramble back to his feet, I glance back at him. Making eye contact. His eyes open wide in fear and he turns and sprints away, tripping on rocks but still running.

I'm happy that I instilled some fear in someone today. He definitely won't forget me anytime soon. I wish I could have gotten a few more kicks in though before I let him get away.

I shrug it off, no big deal anyway. If I ever see that kid again I will make sure he remembers me. I continue on my way, nobody stops me because they know not to mess with me. I calmly make my way through the district and I finally make it to the square. It is filled with people there for the reaping.

This is going to be fun, I think Today I get to see some kids' fates get sealed with the insignia of the capitol lighting up their faces in the night sky, after their cannons boom. They won't make it past the first day. The tributes from District 11 are never any good anyway. They don't have what it takes.

I carve a path for myself through the crowds of people, pushing and shoving people out of my way. I reach my spot with the 17's and wait for the reaping to begin.

District 12: POV: Jade Cavern

I've always feared being in the games. I have always been afraid of them like everyone else, but unlike them I have been preparing. Using the skills that my brother has been teaching me.

My brother and I have a very close bond, ever since our parents abandoned us when we were just 7 and 9. Blaze would train me to fight using shovels and other things that he could sneak out of the mines.

We have been training for years, and I feel like all the training has helped me get to this point. I have a pretty good job that doesn't include the dangerous mines because of how strong I am. I help merchants load and unload their wares into the district, I don't always trust the people that I am working for because it is very hard for someone to earn my trust.

I have always been very untrusting and standoffish because I am afraid of getting hurt by someone, not in the physical way but the emotional one. Not again. I won't let that happen again. I won't let someone hurt me like my parents did, ever again. We had done nothing wrong but they just decided that they didn't want us anymore and sent us out to fend for ourselves in the poorest district in all of Panem.

Anyway for the past couple of hours before I have to be in the middle of town for the reaping I have been practicing my hand to hand combat skills. They have been pretty good today not going to lie. I should probably get going. I think to myself. I set down my shovel and head back to town.

I glance nervously behind my back every once and awhile just to be sure that no one is following me. Stop it Jade, no ones going to follow you. They have no reason to, stop being so paranoid. I scold myself. Though I steal one last glance behind myself just to be sure.

I don't acknowledge Blaze when I walk into the house, I just head straight to my room. I wash my face hastily, quickly put on my reaping day outfit, and leave the house once more.

I walk down the street uneasily, passing strangers on my way. I am suspicious of everyone, you never know what they are thinking for sure. I'm the one who's always had my own back, I always looked out for myself and no one else.

Unexpectedly soon I reach the check in lines. I wait restlessly for my turn, when she pricks my finger it feels good. The pain feels great, the blood dripping down my finger soothing. Once I arrive at my spot with the other 14's I notice a boy sprinting into the square. He's late. I think reproachfully. You don't deserve to be here if your going to be so stupid as to be late for the reaping! If I get reaped to be District 12's female tribute I know exactly who I'm going to kill first.

District 12: POV: Pierce Wood

I was wandering around the district for a while, just minding my own business when suddenly a stranger came up to me, "Boy, aren't you supposed to be at the reaping?" They ask, pointing to a clock hanging up in a shop window.

"Oh shoot! Uh yes, yes I am. Thank you!" I answer quickly starting to sprint away from them.

While racing through town my lungs start to burn with the effort. I have to stop for a minute, grabbing at my chest, trying to catch my breath. My dang asma always has to get in the way of things. Once I finally recover I start ripping through the streets again. Why do I have to be so stupid! I scream at myself in my head.

I run into the square panting and all the heads turn towards me, one girl in particular catches my eye. She's pretty and standing with the 14's, black hair with dazzling green eyes. She doesn't seem pleased with me being late to the reaping and all. Well that's what you get Pierce for being such an idiot.

I quickly sign in and the person seated at the table tells me this, "What makes it so that you think that it's okay to be late to something so important like the REAPING!"

Everyone in the square is silent and watching the scene unfold in front of them. " I uh, I lost track of time that's all." I answer.

"Well you should learn to keep an eye on a clock then!" The person roars.

They prick my finger harder than usual and send me off to stand with my age group.

Capitol POV: Sophia Hera

I was sitting on our sofa impatiently waiting for the reaping ceremonies to begin. I tap my foot in annoyance, why do the reapings always have to start so late in the morning? I start fidgeting with the ruffles on one of the pillows on the couch.

The television projector switches on and a picture of the president lights up the wall. President Ross starts to open this Quarter Quells envelope, that holds this year's twist.

"Mother, Father the reapings are about to begin!" I scream to get their attention.

They race into the room and scramble to get a seat on the couch. The president starts to speak and the suspense is killing me.

"This year's games are very special, as you all know this year is the 4th Quarter Quell. So exciting yes I know," I'm on the edge of my seat in anticipation.

He starts to open the envelope, he pulls out a small paper with the insignia of the capitol on it's back.

He reads, "This year all the tributes will be sent into the arena with one of their parents, either their mother or father. If their parents no longer exist we will move to siblings, then to close friends. Happy Hunger Games and let the Reapings begin!" Ross announces.

"YES!" I jump for joy with this wonderful news, this year we get to see families kill each other and friendships die! "These games are going to be great!" I shout, startling my family.

"Calm down Sophia, we're all excited about this wonderful news but you don't see us announcing it to the whole of Panem." Mother scolds.

"Sorry Mother. You know how much I love the games." I apologize.

"On another note, how many do you think will volunteer?" My father asks us.

"I think about five." Mother guesses. "That would be very interesting."

The picture projected onto the wall changes to a live video of the reaping stage in District 1. "Shh guys, be quiet the reaping is about to begin!" I command excitedly.