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District Two Female: Diana Ferris
I opened my eyes to blinding light. Oh, great. It's my little brother Eddie again, pointing a flashlight in my eyes. Rubbing my eyes, I turned on my side to look at the clock. "It's only one in the morning. Go back to sleep," I muttered blearily. Eddie poked me. "I had a nightmare. Can I stay with you? Please?" I blinked in surprise to his request but let him onto my bed. "Okay, pipsqueak." He and my father had been the only ones to accept me after I announced that I didn't want to participate in the Hunger Games, so I owed my brother at least this. My friends all abandoned me and started to bully me with the others. It had been getting better, but I knew and they knew that it would be only a matter of time before I let my guard down. Being unathletic, I trained on almost everything and so had somewhat of a schedule. The others found out and have been plaguing me almost every day. Yesterday it was rocks in the punching bag. I rubbed my bruised knuckles gingerly as I adjusted my pillow and fell back asleep.
~Timeskippy~
I woke up once more to find myself lying on the floor, covered in blankets. When I looked up, I saw Eddie soundly asleep using my pillow. I smiled. He's so cute! Carefully, so as not to wake him, I stood up and put the blankets over him. He murmured in his sleep but didn't wake up as I tiptoed out of the room and down the stairs. When I reached the kitchen, I noticed my father had made breakfast. "Thanks, daddy." I said softly. He smiled and reached out a hand. I grasped it and let myself be pulled into a tight embrace.
"Whatever happens today, just remember that I'll always love you," my father said.
"I know, daddy." I replied as he tousled my straight light brown hair. I quickly scarfed down a quiche and walked back upstairs to my room. I stopped when I saw my little brother, and tiptoed past. Suddenly, I froze as a worry came into my mind. What if he's chosen? I can't protect him if he's chosen! I panicked but smoothed down my nightgown and reassured myself. He' be alright. Someone else would be chosen. I picked up my little brother and carried him downstairs. He was fast asleep as I set him down on our couch. I headed back upstairs, my mind buzzing with activity. I brushed it all off as I walked into my room and opened the closet doors. I grabbed the first things I saw and put them on. I walked into my bathroom, grabbing a brush on my way out and running it through my hair. I grabbed a pink bunny hair clip and fastened my hair in place. I looked at myself in the mirror. I was wearing a long-sleeved pink silk shirt with brown cargo pants. My side part was nicely held back by the pink clip. I slipped on pink flats as well and headed downstairs. I ruffled my brother's golden curls and headed downstairs, slipping out the door before my father could notice me. My family would come later on. I walked to the square, sitting down on a bench to watch the TV crews getting ready for the Reaping.
~Another Timeskippy~
It was mid-afternoon now, just in time for the Reaping to start. I glanced one last time at my family as I headed for the 15-year-old girls' line. Time inched by, slow as a snail, as I watched our escort Lisia prance up the steps and stop in front of the girls' ball. Dramatically, she plucked a name out of the bowl and unfolded it. I watched, stone still, as she read the name out. "Diana Ferris!" she called with her lilting Capitol accent. I laughed. This has got to be a dream! No way could I be picked! But then someone shoves me forward, and I walked up the steps to the escort. Nobody's going to volunteer. My heart sunk as all that could be heard was silence. The escort smiled brightly. "What do you think your chances are of winning the Hunger Games, dearie?"
I gulped. I flashed a quick smile at my family to reassure them as I took the microphone. "I think I have a good chance." I said.
But we all know that's a lie.
District Two Male: Thomas Grey
Thunk. Another knife hit the bulls-eye as I readied my arm again to throw another knife at my target. As I threw again, I glanced towards my hand and notice that it was empty. I looked up towards the target, breathing hard, and saw that I had a dozen or so knives scattered across the center. I smirked in appreciation of my skill and whirled around, leisurely walking out of the training center. I left the knives in the target, not caring who got annoyed at me not cleaning up. As I reached home, I walked into the bedroom and pulled out a pair of black slacks and a black button-down shirt. I put them over my arm, and headed to the bathroom. It was time to clean up. I rubbed soap over my skinny frame and rubbed a handful of shampoo into my brown hair.
~Short Timeskippy~
Toweling my hair off, I stepped out of the shower into the steamy air of the bathroom. I pulled on the slacks and button-down, and walked out of the room. Grabbing some black leather shoes, I put them on and hurried out of the house.
When I reached the store, I was pleasantly surprised to find no waiting line. This was usually one of the most popular shops in our district on Reaping day. I checked my sterling silver watch, realizing that I had come early. Well, that was fortunate. I strolled into the shop, and was instantly greeted by a middle-aged man with a gleaming bald spot on his head. He led me into the depths of the shop to a black leather chair and gestured for me to sit down. I did so, and he took out a polishing cloth and began to shine my shoes. They had become slightly dirty as of the last few months. As my shoes were being shined, the tinkling bell sounded the entry of a customer into a shop. Soon enough, a stocky boy with dirty blond hair was ushered into the chair next to me by a slightly younger man- the owner's son, I presumed. I sat stonily as the boy glanced my way. "Preparing to volunteer, perhaps?" he said in a nasally voice. "I, James Tyler, am going to be tribute this year. You have no chance whatsoever." I narrowed my eyes and spoke quietly. "Even though you are sturdily built, I could overpower you in the arena." He shook his head. "Maybe, but we are not going to be in the same arena. I am going to volunteer before you." he repeated. I was getting annoyed at him. As soon as my shoes were properly shined, I took off for the Reaping. I had had enough of James Tyler. It was about to start as I took my place in the 14-year-old boys line. As the crowd hushed, the escort dipped her hand elegantly into the bowl and plucked out a name from the girls' bowl. She read the name aloud. "Diana Ferris."
Oh, it's that girl. The one who never liked the Games, I thought dismissively. She has no concept of district honor whatsoever. A short silence was heard, but then someone shoved her forward and she walked up to the stage timidly. "What do you think your chances are of winning the Hunger Games, dearie?" The escort said cheerily. Diana visibly gulped as she took the microphone from the escort. "I think I have a good chance." What a lie, I thought. You have no training whatsoever, I bet you'll go down before you can even reach the Cornucopia. Then, Diana Ferris retreated to the back of the stage and the escort stuck her hand into the boys' reaping bowl and picked out a slip of paper. I looked to my side and saw several other boys ready to volunteer for their district, including James Tyler. I clenched my teeth in frustration. I had to beat him and gain my district honor. The escort unfolded the slip, and just as she opened her mouth I shouted, "I volunteer!" I hurried up to the stage, almost running, before anyone else could step forward for me. I grabbed the microphone out of the escort's hand roughly, leaving her stunned as I raised the microphone to my lips. "My name is Thomas Grey, and I am the next Hunger Games victor." As I walked to the back of the stage, Diana glared at me darkly and furtively whispered, "I don't think you can win. You're just a spoiled brat who only believes in district honor." I glared back with equal dislike and replied, "But you can't hold your own in a fight. All my other opponents will be weak. Just like you." Diana didn't reply for a second, as if she was deep in thought. Then she spoke. "My small hope of being allies with you has gone out the window just because of this one conversation. It has proved to me that you are arrogant, self-centered, and nobody in their right mind would want to have you as an ally." Unconcerned, I replied to her. "We'll see. Consider us enemies."
(A/N): Hi there! It's officially the end of the chapter. I just wasn't feeling this one, I hope it wasn't to horrible. Please review with constructive criticism and ideas! Praise is also accepted, but no flames please- they will all be extinguished rather quickly with a hose. That button down there is there for a reason- please review! Reviews are like food- I need them to survive! On a side note, this story will possibly be going on hiatus once I finish the tribute introductions. See you next chapter!