Samira Parsa

District 9

My wavy dark hair fell behind my back as my equally dark eyes squinted at my reflection. I felt so stupid, getting dressed up for something like this. I play with the black belt around my waist anyway, then proceed to admire my one shouldered dress. Its white, and stops just above the knees. I love it, which is strange because I don't usually care much for clothes. Well, for pretty clothes at least.

I feel bad, because I am about to go into my families first reaping. Next is Layla, but I'm the first. I can imagine how sad my family will be, but I'm sure I wont be picked. After all, we are pretty wealthy. Apparently, a long time ago when it still existed, my family moved from Persia to here. I wonder if Persia still exists and they aren't telling us. Knowing the capitol, it does.

That's not why we are rich though, we are rich because they brought over the clothes shop with them, where they also cut hair, which my mother now runs. My dad then runs a butcher shop, which means we get a pretty good amount of money running into the family. This also means that I will take either one of the shops, and my sister Layla will take the other, that is, if my parents don't have more kids.

I slipped on my favorite black boots, and clipped back my bangs. A lot of my friends would be putting on makeup right now, seeing we are in that point of life where we discover makeup, but I don't have too. My cheeks are naturally rosy, along with my lips. My lashes are also naturally thick, dark, and long. My mom tells me many people would kill for my looks, and I tell her no one should want to kill for this. I would never be able to kill someone like that.

I make my way downstairs, my black boots make a soft patter as I do. My mom has already made pancakes, something that many families aren't able to get. I suppose we are lucky. I also think people should work harder.

"Thanks mom!" I say before taking a bite. I should have guessed it would be burnt, but its better to know late then never. "Yum, this is good." I say with a hint of sarcasm, but not enough that she would pick up on it. I don't want to hurt her feelings.

"Hey, will you bring Layla along with you to the reaping? Your father and I will be a little late. We have to clean up." She gestures to the single plate I forgot to pick up, and I nod. I know she is scared for today, because neither of us have ever been in the reaping before. And now it was my turn. To be fair, I was scared too. A little. Not that I would admit it, though.

I slowly made my way out, with Layla following closely behind. Her dress was black, and I couldn't help but feel my mom had put her in it. Were they really that sad about me being in the reaping? I had one slip, that's all. One.

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I waited for my parents to come so that I could leave Layla, who was obviously nervous. As soon as they came, I waved and made my way to the 12's after she waved her hand. As soon as I stepped in, I saw that my family weren't the only nervous ones. Most of the 12's had frightened looks on there faces, except for a few.

I'm hoping I'm one of the strong looking ones.

I'm a little late, because I had to wait for my parents, which means that they are almost done with the speeches.

"Now let us welcome Sierra Royce!" Sierra, our escort, walks out with a cheerful smile on her face. Her hair is red and elbow-length, and she has on white sunglasses with a white sundress. She looks cool, but that's not really a way to dress up for the reapings.

"Ladies first!" She says excitedly, skipping over to the girls bowel. I cross my fingers and squeeze my eyes tight, hoping it won't be me.

"Samira Parsa! Come on up, everyone, lets give Samira some applause." I widen my brown eyes as I walk over to the stage. Sierra is a nice escort, and I know I couldn't have asked for a more normal one, but what does that help during the games?

My shoes make a soft noise as I walk onstage, which is pretty much the opposite of how I feel. I can hear Layla crying in the crowd, unless its my mom. My dads crying s louder, not that I hear it often.

"Any volunteers?" She asks out, and I lift my eyes to look out. No one volunteers, not that I thought anyone would. They think I'm doomed, but I'm not. I will live.

"Okay! Now the boys!" Sierra makes her way over to the boys bowel, and I hope I'm not stuck with someone to bad this year.

"Keiran Linx!" She calls out, and I hear a nervous laugh from the crowd, and after a few moments an amused looking boy comes forward. But I can see in his eyes he isn't so amused.

The escort has us shake hands, and I smile a bit before turning to the crowd.

"Congratulations to the tributes from District Nine, Samira and Keiran! Happy Hunger Games, and may the odds be ever in your favor!"

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My friends come to see my first. I feel like, out of all of them, I am the strongest.

If you were to be standing outside the room right now, you would defenitly become sad. Ariana, Erin, Tori, and Abby can't stop crying, and Abby, my… well most shallow friend, keeps complaining about her makeup running.

"You guys, I will make it back ok? I promise. I'm strong. Okay?" I look to each of them, and I can tell only a few of them believe me. Abby obviously doesn't though, even if shes still complaining on her makeup running. I think she is just trying to cover it up.

"Promise Samira? Promise, we need you." Ariana is looking me in the eyes, her bright blue ones telling me that I need to come back.

"I promise." I say, right before they are escorted out.

Mom, Dad, and Layla are next. Layla has already changed, and her mustard-yellow shirt is full of tears.

"Samira! I'm so sorry! I don't… I'm sorry… I'll miss you and I'll watch you. We will sponsor you!" My mothers eyes were wide with sadness, and tears streaked down her face.

"Mom, I'm fine. I'll come back. And I'm sure Layla." I could hear Layla's soft crying, and turned around to hug her. She sucked in the tears and hugged back, and I was thankful for her being strong.

My father shook his head and pulled a necklace from his neck. My eyes went wide yet again, because I hadn't seen him without that once. He muttered something quietly to it, before throwing it at me and leaving,

I just stare at it. A prayer my mind told me, but I pushed it away. I needed to get to the train.

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Luna Night

District 6

I feel mean. I know I'm not doing the best, but whenever I think of these stupid games I think of my dad. My dad burning me, my dad punching me, my dad getting the knife.

My dad being taken away for a public whipping to the death, and the whole family watching.

Me enjoying watching him die.

So a lot of the time I spend staring forward, my anger-filled purple eyes glued to an invisible point across the train. But then I decide to make some alliances.

I search the train for some kind of worthy alliance, and decide I could just talk to the people next to me.

"Roseabella!" I say, and the girl next me turns her head to look, tilting it a bit.

"Luna." She replies. Her voice sounds kind of strained, as if she doesn't want to be here. Of course she doesn't.

"Um…" I honestly don't know what to say to her. I'm not that great at talking to them, especially when I don't know what they are like. "What do you think of everyone here so far?"

She pauses for a minute to think, and then proceeds to speak. "That Avian guys kinda cute." She points to Avian, Lilly, and Jay, who had moved over to another group of three. "And so is the other guy. Not Jay, hes kind of…" She pauses to roll her eyes, then laughs.

I continue on what I think of some, cutting her short. "Careers." I state simply, pointing to what was now a group of 4 girls and 4 boys. She nods in agreement.

"Lets make our own alliance." Rosabella states, and then her eyes are searching the train for good people to invite into the alliance. "I've got Jay in. He would be good for a… Distraction. Why don't we go ask the people getting on?" She gestures toward the pair from 9. The girl looks about twelve, but I could easily be mistaken.

We step over, our heels making annoying clacking sounds on the ground as we do. Our feet stop right in front of them, and Roseabella smiles.

"Hey. I'm Roseabella, from 3. Luna Night here is from 6. What are your names?" Her smile is contagous, and soon I am smiling too. For real smiling.

"Samira Parsa. I'm from 9. Obviously." The girls voice was a bit quiet, but we all shook hands anyway.

"Keiran Linx." Said the boy. "From 5, you know. Where are you from? Your pretty cute." He had a bit of a smile on his face as he walks past me, and I resist the urge to slap him. It wasn't alowwed.

He walks over to the other group, and I find myself already despising him. He is the kind of person I absolutely despise. I turn my attention back to Samira.

Her and Roseabella are having a pretty intresting looking conversation, but, being in this now wonderful mood, I butt in.

"Sorry to cut this short, but I have just been reminded by that wonderful guy over there, this is the hunger games. Samira, how about you be in our alliance?" Samira hesitates a moment before nodding. "Smart." I say.

A/N – I'm so sorry! I finally figured out how to get rid of my writers block though (:

So, heres what I want to ask you. Besides your own character please, whose PoV would you like the next train part to be? Because I'm going to have a train chapter next chapter too. I may do two PoV's, who knows? It should be up in 2 or 3 days, ok? I started adding up some points, so here are the first 3 people Ive gotten -

Fananddiggyaremine-3

Sherry Lee – 5

Only Cady Maddox – 3