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Invidia Aurel, 18

District 2 Female

District Two disgusted me. Just the thought of it sat wrong in the pit of my stomach like a rotten meal. Sure, we were the second best District in Panem and in no capacity did I want to be like the fools in the Capitol. Bright clothes, repulsive body modifications. They may have had the money but clearly no sense.

However, I far from hated my District, I just hated what life it offered. There were very few options and people wondered why we had so many volunteers and the most victors in Panem. Because what else did the youth have to work towards?

Stonemason, blacksmith, quarry worker? The best normal prospect was a Peacekeeper and that left you with little pay, hard work and you couldn't have a family. Always seemed like a poor trade of ambition in my eyes. Although it was the best option if needs must.

Then again, there was one more option. A choice of career that had brought Two fame beyond our wildest dreams. Volunteering for the Games. Sure, it didn't work out, most trainees were not even chosen to volunteer, they went on to the next best thing, Peacekeeper (and what the academy was set up for). And seven times out of ten, our Volunteers died in the Arena. However, more times than any other District, our Tributes won, achieving a life of luxury and relaxation.

See, we always got the bad end of the stick, treated like the bad guys when in reality we were just smart enough to chase a better life. Sure, the Games were a risk but the rewards were great. A week of interviews, pampering and pretty clothing. Then was the hard work, up to a few weeks, maybe the worst weeks of your life but if you can make it through, you would never have to work again.

It was the only path I could see for me, I didn't even want to settle for a Peacekeeper role. I wanted the greatness and life that only the Games could bring. Eight years of training, a magnitude of weapons I could use and the desire to win. Did all of that make me a killer? Sure. Did it make me a bad person? No. If anything, it made me intelligent, I was able to use something used to punish us to make my life better.

District Two had been made a laughing stock last year, I wouldn't allow the same to happen to me.

Stefan Roberts, 18

District 2 Male

Hey there. Yeah, you reading this. As you can tell from the header, I am Stefan Roberts from District Two. Now, I'm sure someone as lovely as yourself is not all too bothered about how my Reaping went. In short, I volunteered. Achieving a lifelong dream of mine...well, a dream since I was ten and became a trainee. Why did I sign up to kill a bunch of people? Well, like my gorgeous District partner stated above, there isn't much in Two for anyone. Unless you have a twisted fetish for rocks or you enjoy living your life through a nine to five job. Unfortunately, I fit into none of those categories which means the chance of winning the Games is worth the cost of my life or the lives of other people. Hopefully the latter.

Anyway, about myself? Well, my mother accidentally fell pregnant with me when she was sixteen, my father eighteen. As all well-meaning, loving parents did, their families kicked them out onto the streets forcing them both to get menial jobs in order to raise me. They are good people and I love them. I love my little sister Nikaela, born four years after me when my parents had more of a stable life. She a sweetheart, in personality and looks too, apparently. I can not tell you how many guys have tried their luck with my sister. Most girls, I wouldn't mind, it is their life. But my sister? Nah, she deserves more respect and the perfect guy. May seem harsh but guys, any of you with younger siblings have to agree. We ain't going to just let any old guy walk away with them.

Thing was, for every punch I had swung at one of my sister's suitors, I had seven more thrown at me. I respect women, don't get me wrong, they are human beings. However, they are also a lot of fun. If I can find a girl who is up for little no strings attached fun, why not go for it? If the girl doesn't want it, then I know there will always be plenty more who are willing to bounce on my wood bamboo.

Sure, I'm maybe a bit kinky a sex driven but I am only a teenage boy. Y'know, I have to satisfy these hormones somehow and why not do it while I'm young. Later, I might have a family, a wife. I have never been one for cheating, it's why I try not to get into relationships. I'm not ready to settle down yet but if I did, I would make sure to be faithful.

So, if I like the highlife sex life so much, then why am I volunteering for a Game where I have to marry someone. Well, I am going to have to get married at some point. Not to mention this is my last chance of volunteering. Afterall, to gain things in life, you have to make sacrifices and marriage won't be that if the girl is into sex and a bit of kink.

It felt unreal to be on the train. The small movements as we raced through Panem left my stomach feeling fuzzy. However, it wasn't from happiness or excitement, it was from fear.

Invidia Aurel, 18

Train Rides

To my left, Stefen was flexing his arm muscles and to my left, Enobaria and Brutus were whispering to each other. No doubt about us. I knew I should have been impressing them with my knowledge of the Games or discussing the other Tributes with Stefan but I couldn't find the strength.

I found myself gazing out of the window when I decided to speak up about my issue.

"Is it normal to feel sick on this train?" I asked the mentors, interrupting their conversation.

Enobaria thought for a moment before smiling, showing off her sharp, filed teeth. "It's fear, nothing to worry about, no one likes the idea of dying,"

I stiffened up, puffing out my chest, I could feel Stefan grinning from across the room. I wished Enobaria had not made me look weak in front of him.

"I'm not going to die," I said, clearing my throat. "I'm in this to win it and there is no other way."

Brutus didn't seem convinced as he leaned back in his chair, rolling his eyes. "I hope you enjoy married life then-"

"Brutus!" Enobaria hissed, nodding her head towards a plain wall but Brutus didn't seem to back down.

"No, let them know of my disappointment," the middle-aged man growled. "They should have killed the two lovebirds from the start, now we lost most of the good volunteers-"

"Hey!" Stefan barked, earning a disapproving look from the man. "I'm skilled, the academy chose me-"

"You're not the best and the academy chose you because you two were the most skilled out of the people who were willing to marry at the end of it." I could tell Stefan wanted to argue his case more, I had seen us both train, neither of us wasn't unskilled. However, I knew better than to get on mentors bad side. However, the only thing I didn't understand why no one more skilled than us didn't volunteer, surely a fake marriage was better than anything District Two had to offer? Right?

Stefan Roberts, 18

Train Rides

Brutus clearly doesn't know what he is talking about. The rambles of an old man I guess. Sure, there were people who were more talented than me and my lovely District partner but none of them had the guts to chase their dreams. For me, the marriage rule was a bummer but even so, the Games were still worth fighting for.

For me anyway. Now all those dropouts could be Peacekeepers, keeping the snot nose rats in order back in Twelve or Eleven. Meanwhile, I would be in my Victors mansion relaxing over a warm cup of tea as I watched a playback of my Games. It was clear to see who was the real winner here.

But what if I die? What a dumb question to ask, Reader. Of course, I won't die but I will amuse you and answer anyway. Clearly, If I was going to go down, I'd go down fighting, with a bang and a bash. A sword in my hand with honor in my heart or however you want to put it. In that case, I would go down as a hero in Two. As long as I made it into the final five, they would honor me like they did with Cato. Some were angered that he died but most saw him as and a hero who had victory stolen from him. I agreed with those people.

Cato would have won last year if Katniss and Peeta had kept their noses out of it. Sure, Katniss deserved to make it that far, she had the skills even Brutus could no deny. However, Peeta should have died at the start. Why on earth the Careers took him on I will never understand, he led to the death of two of the pack because of it.

Then again, Cato made his own mistakes. He should have just chopped off Peeta's head off instead of cutting his leg and trying to be clever. That would have allowed Cato and Clove to be the main pair once the rule change was brought in, leading to a double victory. He should have just jumped off with Peeta at the end. At least Katniss would have been forced to take her victory then and we would never have this stupid twist this year.

"Sometimes confidence can be your own downfall,"