The Final Reaping guys...are you ready? Remember to tell me your district, so I can give you your budget for sponsoring! Anyways, on with the show! ~Annabeth Pie

The day before the Reaping

Rose Kathrine Oliver's POV

Blood. Screams. Death. The last LGBT march replays in my head as I lay awake. It was broadcasted live as the Peacekeepers ran into the streets, demanding for Capitol citizens to go into their homes. I watch in horror as Maeve tries to escape along with a few others. Gamemaker Talia Legiert runs into the street, telling the Peacekeepers to hold fire. But not before a few bullets are shot. As if the Capitol didn't have enough murder, a few teenagers fall over dead. Some try to latch onto life, but they quickly die. One of them is Maeve.

I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to forget the horrible moment, but it's no use. That memory is going to be burned inside if my brain for life.

Reaping Day

Beautiful Asholond's POV

Crack! Snap! Thwack!

The dummy falls apart in pieces as I get some last-minute training in before The Reaping. Unfortunately, there's no cheers from friends or girlfriends as I finish off the dummy. Instead, I'm greeted with dead silence. Well, until the noon bell rang.

I quickly grabbed my school bag from the bench, sling it over my shoulder, and run down the hall to the auditorium like I do every year before The Reaping. As I push open the doors, I slide into an empty seat beside one of the 17 year olds, Lili.

"Oh, hey hot stuff," She gives me a smug look like I don't deserve the nickname, which I do.

"Wow," I roll my eyes. But, before I can make a snarky comeback, the Head Trainer walks up to the stage.

"Alright!" She barks, her mocha hair in a high ponytail, her piercing blue eyes looking into the crowd. "We chose our volunteers last week, but let's have one more cheer for them before they head to The Reaping. Let's see...Beautiful Asholond, come on up!"

I hop out of my seat, and walk onto the stage. I give a bow, but no applause. They won't applaud until Trainer Gelina tells them.

"Okay, Hunter Gonzales, come on up!"

Silence.

"Hunter Gonzales?"

Shuffling goes through the crowd.

"Does anyone know where the Heck Miss Gonzales is?" Gelina demanded.

"She's terribly sick," Her 12 year old sister, Marina, piped up. "She'll go to The Reaping, but she is in no condition to go into the games."

"Oh dear," Gelina turns pale. "I didn't assign an understudy..." Suddenly, a voice on the loudspeaker cuts her off.

"Good Afternoon Careers!" The cheery voice exclaims. "Headmaster Ezzyi here, as you know, it's 12:15! If you will, go back to your rooms and get ready for the Reaping!"

"I guess we're going without a female volunteer this year," I heard Gelina whisper as I walk off of the stage.

Rose Katherine Oliver's POV

"Mom, I talked with the Peacekeepers," I began. "You're cleared to stay home this year."

"Oh, thank you Rose," she whispers, bringing a tea cup to her mouth.

I pull a purple jacket over my white dress, and smile at my mom.

"I'll see you in a couple hours!" I call.

"All right, dear."

I opened the door and walked into the crisp, cool breeze. I slipped into line, and couldn't help noticing the worried looks on the girls' faces. Since I never went to the academy, I figured it was some prank put on by them.

I walked to my square, 18 girls, and watched as the escort, Lyn May, walked up to the stage. She watched the clock, until the bells tolled twice.

"Happy Hunger Games!" Lyn called. "As usual, ladies first."

She walked to the girls bowl, reached a tan hand in, and plucked a slip right off of the top. She cleared her throat, and read:

"Rose Oliver!"

I stared at the stage, unwilling to move. The volunteer would come...right? Lyn looked confused as well, scanning the crowd. She read again

"Rose Oliver?"

My legs suddenly began to move, and I made my way to the stage. Why did the Capitol send kids off to die like this?

Beautiful Asolond's POV

I feel bad for that girl. We haven't had a Reaped girl in 1 since, well, ever. Lyn calmly walked over to the Reaping ball on the left. She plucked another name right off the top, and opened it.

"I volunteer!" I call, running out of the boy, 18 section. I sprinted up to the stage, amd exclaimed-"Beautiful Asholond!"

"Well, Beautiful," Lyn began.

"Thanks!" I exclaimed. The crowd laughed hard.

"Our tributes for District 1!"

Justice Building

I've been orphaned as long as I can remember, and I was never good at making friends so I was surprised when the door opened.

"Time to go," Lyn told me.

I shrugged. I knew it.

Rose Katherine Oliver's POV

"Hey, hey," my dad told me. "It's alright. You're going to make it!"

"How do you know?" I asked. "Maeve died doing something less intense!"

The Peacekeeper came to the door, and dad told me one last thing before he left.

"Maeve is alive."

Okay guys! Reapings are done :) Next will be train rides, so stay tuned!