Bloodshed and Tears: The 66th Hunger Games

District One Female Reaping: Sapphire

"Saffy, wakey wakey."

"You have to get up."

"Why aren't you getting up?"

"Wake up!"

"Saffyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy, Mummy said you have to get up now."

"Wake up. Mummy said you need to have a bath before the reaping.

"Hurry up. If you don't hurry up then you'll miss the reaping, and then you won't be able to volunteer, and then we won't be able to live in the big house in Victors Village.

"Saffyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!"

I rolled over and glared at my six year old twin sisters, Diamond and Ruby, were stood either side of my bed, moaning at me to get up, and each tugging at one of my eyelids.

"Shut up. I'm getting up okay. Now scarper so I can get ready, or I'll tell Mum you're being pests again." I hiss menacingly as they scuttle off, desperate not to get into trouble.

I look at the little clock on my nightstand and realise that I do in fact have to tear myself from my comfy, welcoming bed. I sigh and drag myself into the cold morning air in my bedroom. I fumble around sleepily for my special wash bag, towel, clean underwear and bathrobe. When I have them all safely tucked under my arm, I head towards the bathroom, trying to clear my groggy head.

I turn the shower on and step into it. I let the warm droplets embrace my body, slowly helping it to wake up. I wash my hair with shampoo and conditioner and have a good wash. I know I will be able to shower again tonight on the train, but I want to look my best for when I volunteer today. When I am clean enough and I am sure that I have rinsed out all of the conditioner, I turn the shower off and step out of the shower onto the tiled floor. I dry myself with my fluffy, pink towel and pull on the bathrobe and underwear. Then, I grab the hairdryer out of the cupboard. I turn it on and spend about half an hour trying to get it completely dry. We can't afford one of the new, state of the art hairdryers which dry your hair in minutes, so we have to make do with this older one. We're not poor, but we're not rich either. My parents are both jewellers, and although they sell thousands of pounds worth of jewels, they don't get to keep even half of the money. It all goes to the Capitol. My parents get ten percent of the cut, which means that although we are not rich, we are not poor either. We are comfortable and do not have to worry about money as long as we are careful.

When I am happy that my hair is dry, I get out my little hairbrush from my wash bag and brush through my golden blonde hair so it goes all natural and wavy. Then, I put on a thin coat of a light pink lip gloss, just to outline my plump lips. When I am happy with how my face looks, I pull the bathrobe tighter around me, grab my wash bag and wander back towards my bedroom. When I go into my room, I see my Mother has laid out my new dress that I am wearing today. I pull it on, along with the shoes and then stare at my reflection in the mirror. I smile, knowing I look gorgeous. I am wearing a tight, curve-hugging, sky blue dress which makes my sapphire eyes stand out on my pale face. The dress hugs my curves perfectly, and comes to just above my knee. Satisfied with my appearance, I saunter downstairs, to see both my parents ready to go, hand in hand with the twins.

"Oh, you look beautiful!" my Mother gushes.

I follow them to the door and walk alongside my family to the square, the place where I will volunteer. I will not return until a few weeks time, and I will be Victor. It has been my dream to volunteer for the games since I was a young girl. When the twins were younger, I used to tell them tales of what will happen when we live in that giant house in Victors Village. I knew this would always happen, I just had to wait until I was eighteen, until I had enough experience and enough training.

I waved a jaunty goodbye to my parents and sisters and head to register with the peacekeepers, not even wincing when they stick the needle into my finger. Then I head towards a large group amongst the eighteen year old girls sector and stand with them all. They all know who I am and respect me because they know I am volunteering today. Everyone smiles at me and cheers for me, and whacks me on the back in appreciation. All of the younger kids who go to the training centre as well, look at me in awe and scuttle out of the way when I walk near them. I smirk and stand in between two girls who like to call themselves my friends. I don't know half their names. I won't need to after today. Once I've won the games, I will be friends with all the top people of the Capitol and all of the rich aristocrats. I will be happy and fit in.

Soon enough, our stupid escort, Flambeau Escargollet, clatters onto the stage in her stupid, ten inch heels. She reads off the speech and shows us the video from the Capitol. I've seen this video eighteen times now, so just mouth the words along with it. Then, finally, she puts her thin, bony hand into the bowl and pulls out a name. Before she can read it out, I stroll forward.

"I volunteer!" I call out before strutting to the stage, simpering and smiling to my adoring district.

A/N: I hope you liked the first reaping. Thanks so much to Luana012 for Sapphire!

Also, just a little message to DarkHorseBlueSky: Thank you so much for all of your reviews. I will definitely use both of your tributes in my syot. Thanks for all of your kind advice, I have definitely taken it all in and will apply it to my SYOT! I'm really sorry about getting your name wrong earlier! Sorry! Also, I checked out that syot guide and it really helped, so thanks. Also, I really didn't like Sam Tsui's mashup either. :) x