Right, District 6 is done. Sorry I didn't post this last night but I was busy. Hope you enjoy these two ^_^

Acacia Quinn POV:

It wasn't easy being the daughter of a victor. I loved my mother but the constant nightmares, jumping at her own shadow and how she would make herself sick with worry around the reapings. It was upsetting to watch someone you care about go through that.

Due to her paranoia, she trained me, her only daughter, so if I was ever pulled into the Games, I would come home. I wasn't sure what was better though. Life was always the better choice but after seeing how my mother coped, I wasn't sure if I would want to win. However, I was positive in the moment, natural instinct would shine through the darkness and clear my mind of these worries.

There was one more problem, training wasn't really my thing. It was true that I was skilled, going through with the back breaking sessions, but I was much more content with my life with my head in a book.

Books amazed me, taking me out of the dictatorship I was forced to be part off, into magical worlds, far beyond my imagination. I could be anyone and anything I wished. I could be a Queen, ruling with my handsome king, or a caged, winged girl, ready to break free from her brass cage or just simply a street cat, wandering the alleyways of long lost cities.

With books, I could forget about the bad in the world, I could be who I wanted to be. When it came to training, I was just a soldier, ready to kill if needs must. I wasn't sure why anyone would want that, I wasn't sure why the real world was so cruel.

However, no matter how cruel I thought the world was, nothing compared to that moment my name was called. My mother called from the stage, her cheeks wet with tears. I tried my best not to cry, not wanting to seem weak to the future tributes who might giggle at the crying girl from six. I was used to being the brunt of jokes, due to my love for books, but there was a difference, the cruel people in my District never wanted to kill me.

Just the thought of people talking about my worth as a human life was enough to burst into tears. No amount of willpower would stop me.

Through blurry eyes, I stumbled up towards the stage, clambering up the stairs as I avoided my mother's gaze. I used every ounce of my strength to cease my tears as I prepared myself for what was about to come. No matter how hard it got, not matter how broken my body was, I was going to win this. I was going to come home.

Kendrick Everborn POV:

I was chosen after the daughter of Fedelma, the first victor of District Six, volunteered for her friend. She cried loudly as she was guided towards the stage, I felt bad for her and her mother. Winning the Games and experiencing so much death at a young age, THEN watch her daughter go through the same thing, no mother deserved it.

I glanced over to the boy who was stood next to me. Tall, dark and good looking, my eyes couldn't help but wonder. People like him were my darkest secret, I could look all I wanted but I was too frightened to make a move.

No one but my best friend, Wrena, knew about my sexuality. She said it was unheard of but she accepted it, it was the best feeling in the world to get it off my chest. I didn't have the courage to tell my family yet. I was worried they would hate me, maybe even kick me out. My mother might cry when she realised she would never see me married, due to same sex marriage not being a thing. It wasn't illegal, I have just always assumed it was so rare, no one bothered to make it a thing for the Districts. Even if it was, there was too many things that could go wrong if I told them, I couldn't hide it forever, though.

"Kendrick Everborn!" the voice awoke me from my fantasies of being accepted and into the real world were a reaping was taking place. I was so sure it wouldn't be me that I awaited for this Kendrick Everborn they spoke off, to make his way to the stage. Only when all eyes were all on me did the truth hit me. Only then did I hear my mother's screams making tears build up in my eyes.

People made way for me as I mindlessly, moved past them and towards the Peacekeepers who waited to guide me. My father joined in now, calling for me to stop and run, even he must of known that was suicide, the only way out of this was by winning or a volunteer and I wasn't as lucky as the girl that was reaped.

I used up all of my strength to keep my composure, not wanting to cause my parents more pain than they were already going through and took my place on stage. My face showed confidence and a boy that was ready for a fight. Inside I was a frightened boy who just wanted to go home.