Author's Notes:

This is the district 1 reaping, my first reaping. I hope you guys like it, please review.

Oh and for the mystery question, I apologize. Before the mockingjays podiums said that there were four, but they recently removed it. Actually though, look up mockingjay podiums. There are even a few victors that were never mentioned in the book. Ever hear of Justin Hix or Megan Hayes? Apparently they are the morphing. Anyway, enough blabbering. I'll add the points.

Special thanks to Rosemarie Benson, for Flame, Jamez S for Andre, and Wandering Princess for the district 1 escort, Plaudit Sparkler.

D1's Female tribute: Melinda Adelaide "Flame" Sinclair 18 POV

This is my last year. The final year a have a chance of going in to these wretched games. My parents love the Hunger Games. They are so freakishly obsessed with it that they modified my birth date. So now, my birthday is a day after the reapings, so that I could go when I'm technically 19. I hate the Hunger Games. The warped idea that they send in twenty-four innocent children into an arena of hell and force them to fight to the death. It just disgusts me. 12 year olds sometimes get reaped. They haven't even gone through freaking puberty yet. Like are you kidding me? The problem is, everybody from District 1 loves the Hunger Games. Parker, Anne, and I know what the games truly are. District 1 can't grasp the concept that we are just here for entertainment. Just puppets in the Capitol's game.

I get up off of the freshly stained couch. I look around the poorly kept hut, a vast contradiction to the stereotypical District 1 mansion.

I decide to head out for the reapings. I look over to my makeshift family and say,"See you later, Parker. I'm heading over to the readings. Bye, Anne, bye Em."

Without looking up from her magazine, Parker replies,"Bye, sweety, I'll be here. You know that I won't get within a mile of that place."

"You mean the Justice Building?" I point out.

She waves me off," Whatever. You get my point."

"I'm pretty sure you live less than a mile away," I reply.

Anne laughs in the background,"Ok, look who's so smart."

I laugh as well. It's not everyday that you can outsmart Parker. She may not have a bit fancy degree, but she's still as sharp as a cat.

Anne skips over to me and gives me one of her hugs,"Bye Flame, I have to show you picture that I drew when you get back."

I nod, acknowledging the when,"Ok, I can't wait Anne."

I live with Parker now. I ran away from home a couple of months ago. Eventually, I ran across this old hut thing, where I met Parker and Anne. Parker was 23, and Anne is her 13 year old sister. Esmeralda is Parker's baby girl. Parker hid her younger sister, so that she wouldn't ever get reaped. Parker was in a serious relationship with to this guy, Zephren, but they disagreed a lot. Mostly, they would disagree about the Games, well, it got bad, and he started abusing Parker. She did what she had to do and got the Hell out of there, especially when she found out that she was expecting.

We agree on about every note about the Hunger Games. That's why I stick around here, plus I couldn't live without them now. They're my new family. Parker's only 4 1/2 years older than me, but she's like the mother I never had. Well, the mother I always wanted.

D1's Male tribute: Andre Brede 18 POV

I thrust my hand at the bag, immediately, powder flies out falling on my hair and arms. Quickly I brush it off and throw a left hook. More powder. This is how I train. I just stay here in my "home," if you would be so kind as to call it that. It's an old store that got run down, they tried to sell it, but it was in such shitty shape that no one would buy it. Now it's my place of residence. Everything old that they throw out of the academy, I bring here to use. Fortunately,most of the equipment isn't in that bad of shape. However, I've caused the punching bag to consider early retirement. Literally, it's being held up by duct tape. I even have weapons, knives, spears, and swords. I don't get to train with other kids, but I can still kick every single kids ass. Well, if I wanted to.

I don't have parents. My dad, was an asshole. He left after I was born. I ended up running away from home when I was six. I was tired of my trashy mother, and her even more trashy boyfriend. They would go drinking every night, sometimes they wouldn't come back for days. That's why I had to leave. I guess the reason that I'm the way that I am is because I never was loved. Not like a girlfriend way, but a family kind of way. Thing is I didn't do anything wrong, but I don't want to get hurt again. If I went back to see my mom, to see her all hungover, it would be a big mistake. She might have even gotten married to that douche bag.

I've never met my dad and my mom never talked about him. He is a complete mystery to me. For all those reasons, I have shunned everyone out of my life. I'm going to volunteer this year. I'm going to win and I will live in solitude for the rest of my life. Don't call me sad, or a disheartened little fellow, I'm tired of that shit. I want respect. I want them to remember who I was and then never care. That's just what I want.

POV: Melinda Adelaide "Flame" Sinclair D1 female

As soon as I start walking down the long path to the square, where the Reapings will commence, I see somebody move to my left. What the? Somebody taps me on the shoulder.I turn to look at the stranger. This sleazy looking guy is the prodigy of poor dental hygiene. Missing one of his two front teeth, which is an unhealthy color, is eyeing me. Then he flashes me with a what should be a good looking smile, but isn't.

"Hey, I don't reckon we've met," the creep tells me.

"Well, I'm sorry, I'm very busy, I have to get to the Reapings."

He smirks again, trying to get closer to me, "Sall right with me, I could escort you."

"No thanks, I'm fine," I say as I start to walk away.

"Oh, but I was so looking forward to gettin to know you," he says.

I tense up, knowing that I'm not in a good situation. There's nobody around and this guy definitely wants to do more with me than just escort me to the Reapings. I know most people have this delusional thinking that in District 1, everyone is rich and wealthy, but that is a stereotype. They have guys like this all the time. Only thing is, I've seen them when there are people around. Even then, the sleezeballs aren't right next to me. He moves closer. Suddenly, there isn't any room between us. I can feel his intoxicated breath throughout my nostrils. He's had way too many drinks.

"Well, you probably won't get reaped, so why don't you just come over to my place, maybe you could even stay the night."

Thoughts are flying through my head, should I run, scream, fight, or do all three? What would Parker do?

Then he grabs my ass, that does it, I shove him away.

He looks at me, then he tries to grab my left arm, but I'm to fast. I slam my right arm as hard as I can down on his right arm.

He squeals out in pain like a stuck pig. Then I quickly kick him in the groin, immediately he falls to his knees. I take my knee, and drive it in to his forehead. He slumps to the ground, I check his pulse, it's still there. I just knocked him out cold. An adrenaline rush comes, and I find myself jogging to the Reapings, not because I'm late. Well, they didn't give me the nickname Flame for my red hair, it's my personality that they named it after.

POV: Andre Brede D1 male

I walk over to the Reapings. It's's only like a five minute walk. When I get there, I get my finger pricked, then I head over to the 18 year old boys section, there are some hot girls hanging out there. Probably talking to their boyfriends. One of them even glances towards me, when she starts coming over near me, I try to turn around, but she knows that I saw her.

"Hi, I have never seen such a hot guy before."

"Uh, thanks, I'm trying not to blush."

"Haha, and your funny, what a sweet package."

I swear, most teenage girls are so stupid, but so are guys.

I rudely point to the female sections, "Listen, you might want to head over to your section, I thing it's starting soon."

You could see the her face fall in disappointment. I almost started to feel bad, but I have a mission to win the 100th Hunger Games. I don't have time for distractions.

Our escort comes out. Plaudit Sparkler skips onto the stage. As usual, her dress looks like a wig. It's hard to explain, it's full of braids, and colorful hair extensions, but she is known for her bedazzeling skills, if that's even a word.

"Well, hello district 1, I'm so glad to see all of your bright and wonderful faces again. I hope we do as well as we did last year!"

She goes through the whole thing about the Hunger Games and shows us the same video that we have to watch every year. Finally, she heads over to the girl's reaping bowl.

"Ladies first, Melinda Sinclair."

A scream comes from the 18 year old girl section, then I hear silence, no volunteers. The girl manages to compose herself, as she walks up the stairs of the Justice Building.

"That must have been a squeal of delight, says our over eager escort. "Now, on to our gentlemen."

She takes a slight pause before reaching in and picking one out.

"Janko Rich-"

I don't even let her finish the kid's name. I am already bounding up the steps.

"Ooh, I volunteer, how exciting. What is your name honey?"

"It's Andre Brede."

I hate it when people call me sweety, or honey, or any of those childish names. I could break her arm right then and there if I wanted to.

"Please shake hands."

I look at this girl as we shake hands. No competition at all, course she would have to defeat all the other girls first, before I would have a chance to kill her.

Flame POV

I am freaking out, what went wrong? Why did no one volunteer? Once the peacekeepers escort me into the Justice Building, I feel like I'm about to pass out! They shove me in a little room, with a soft couch. I sit, nobody is going to come because Parker and Anne are at home. The doors open, I start to stand up thinking that the peacekeepers have come back to put me on the train. Wrong, my parents walk in. I haven't seen them in 1 1/2 years. My mom tries to give me a hug, but when I start to bristle up, she drops her hands. My dad is the first one to talk.

"This is it, I'm so happy that you can go and win, the 100th is a very big deal!"

"Shut up," I tell him.

Immediately, he looked hurt.

"Listen, I don't care what you wanted for me, I just didn't want to have to go in. Obviously that isn't going to happen."

The peacekeepers arrive then, and my mom looks at me and says "I am sorry, that I haven't been the mother you wanted me to be. Good luck, I will always love you."

Great, now I'm actually going to miss them, well, maybe just my mom.

Andre Brede POV

The peacekeepers guide me straight to the trains, not shocking. I am glad no one came to visit. You don't have to worry about good byes and tears. The photographers are snapping pictures at me, I wave and smile, who knows what sponsors are watching. I climb aboard the train, it's black and very sleek looking. As the train doors close, I look out at my district. Good bye District 1, I'll see you soon.

Author's Notes:

1. What do you think?

2. Who do you like better?

3. Helpful suggestions?

4. Fun Question! What is your favorite pump up song? Mine's If I Lose Myself, by One Republic :)