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DISTRICT 1

Tribute 2 – Luster Cinquain.

I woke when my sister knocked gently on my door. "Breakfeast is in 15 minutes, Luster," She called before returning back to the kitchen.

I clambered out of bed and into the bathroom, where I took a quick shower before changing into my reaping clothes, as today was the 75th annual Quarter Quell. I have trained for a while for these games, and the Quarter Quell is nothing more then another mere obstacle to overcome on the road to victory.

I changed into my close-fitting black suit, handed down for generations in my family. I tied my light blonde hair into my typical ponytail before heading down to breakfast.

INVISIBLE~LINE~BREAK

Breakfast was the same as usual, quiet, calm, and absolutely no talking. Didn't matter to me, anyways.

I met my friends Saint, Remy at the square, after greeting Carat, who has helped with my mask of stability through one-on-one therapy sessions. We then waited for the reaping to start. As my parents owned a large silk factory, I have had a lot of time to practice for these games, though it has been dubbed "illegal", though no one actually enforces these rules.

After the female tribute, a fragile-looking 16 year old that leaped up immediately to volunteer, it was our turn.

The Peacemaker dug his hand around in the fishbowl finally dug out a scrap of paper, smoothed it out and read out the name, "Remy Sharpiez."

"I volunteer!" I shouted, stepping up to the stage. Part of me didn't want to see Remy get killed, another part wanted to get revenge on Marvel, who died in last year's reaping, and a last part wanted to compete – and win – this years' games. "My name is Luster Cinquain, 17 years old!"

After I shook hands with Mayumi, the Peacemakers led us to separate rooms in the Justice Building.

My parents visited with, no, not my twin sister, but Carat, my best friend.

"Ruby didn't want to come?" I asked Carat.

He shook his head. "She didn't sound like she wanted to. I'm sorry-"

"It's ok," I said quickly. "I get it."

After a quick goodbye, I agreed to take my mother's silk scarf. I would have preferred something more…eh, dangerous to take with me to the games, but I later discovered it would be handy for strangling things…

Thus began my Hunger Games journey.

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