Hey Guys! For district 2 there is only one chapter because, well you'll see why. Anyway, I got a Beta! Yay! So lets give a big thank you to Rose Paterson-Cullen! Whoohoo! Enjoy!

Argent Melanger POV

I punch the dummy that stands in front of me. Man, that felt good. I swing again, catching the dummy in its stomach. I continue beating it up, letting adrenaline run into each strike.

"Argent?" Harrell's voice sounds beside me. I stop my exercise and turn to her, my eyebrows raised. She's leaning against the wall, and adjusting the gold clip with an aqua gem in her hair. As usual, her auburn hairis down. I never understood that. Didn't it get in her face when she trained?

"Yes?" I push my bangs from my eyes, but my red hair just falls back into place. Oh well.

"You're not going to… you know. Are you?" Her deep chocolate brown eyes are filled with worry. It's not hard to figure out what she's talking about. Will I volunteer for the games? I shake my head.

"Nah, maybe next year though," I say. She nods.

"Well, I want to get out of here." She says, flicking her hair out of her face. "Wanna come?" I know what she means. It's starting to get crowded here, just like it always does on reaping day.

"Sure," I agree. She turns and I follow her outside. We go sit on a patch of grass. I lie on my back, and close my eyes. The sun beats down onto my bare chest. It's especially warm today. My black shorts attract the sun and I feel it baking me. The feeling is surprisingly pleasant.

"I wonder what it was like," Harrell starts, and I turn my head so I can look at her. She's looking off into the distance, in her own world. As usual. "To be in the rebellion, I mean." She turns to look at me as she says this. I shoot up into a sitting position. How come we always had to go back to this conversation?

"The rebellion was stupid for the districts to do," I snap.

"Clearly not," she disagrees, shaking her head. "I mean if the Capitol will send innocent children to their death, then clearly there's a reason to rebel!" She throws her hands up in exasperation. I scoot over and cover her mouth with my hand.

"Harrell! You can't say those kinds of things," I whisper, looking around to make sure no one heard. "Do you want to get killed?" I'm sure worry was prominent in my olive green eyes. Good thing no one could see them.

"Sorry," Harrell says once she gets my hand off her mouth. "But that's how I feel. Now I have to get ready so that I'm presentable for the Capitol." She says 'presentable' with such disgust that one would think she was talking about eating worms rather than getting dressed.

I stand up and make my way to my house. It's hard when she gets like that. I'm the only one she's ever told these things to. Her family puts too much pressure on her to win the Hunger Games. That's why she has been training for them since forever. It's kind of ironic that the girl who has one of the best chances to win the Hunger Games hates them.

Once I get home, I wash up and put on my black dress pants and a black button down shirt. Then I walk to the town square. I stand in the fifteen section, and prepare myself for another reaping. I want to go into the games more than anything, but I can't volunteer this year. I'm not ready. The mayor presents his speech, but I'm not really listening. Then the escort with long silver and orange glossy lipshair jumps onto the stage and I tune in.

"Happy Hunger Games!" She exclaims "And may the odds be everin your favor! Ladies first!" Then her hand dunks into the girls' reaping ball, and she pulls out a perfectly manicured scrap of paper. She opens it slowly, smiling the whole time. She opens her mouth and says the name of our girl tribute. My heart nearly stops.

Harrell Lennox POV

I look around the square, watching the various faces of the district. I touch my gold belt and trace the ruby that is embedded in the polished center. My dress is pretty. It's purple with a gold trim at the bottom. Simple, but nice. Perfect. I look at my purple silk flats and sigh. Why couldn't I wear I dress like this for a nice occasion? And I would never consider this a nice occasion.

I begin to dream of a time where I don't have to deal with Hunger Games. It's a nice peaceful world, where I can write and read all I want. And when I'm not doing that, Argent is hanging out with me. Just him and me, lying next to each other in the sun. Argent telling me he loves me…

I'm forced back to reality when the escort with long silver hair and plump orange lips calls the girl tribute. Then I realize who that girl tribute is.

"Harrell Lennox!" Silver (my own personal nickname for her) calls again. I blink and start to make my way to the stage. This is district two, someone will volunteer, I reason. But when Silver calls for volunteers no one raises their hand. What the hell? Then I realize my mistake. Who in their right mind would volunteer for a Lennox? My brother won in the games, as did my father. My sister died trying. There was no way someone would volunteer for me.

Great, I'm going into the games. Then Silver's hand goes into the boys' ball, but I'm not particularly interested. That was before she calls his name, and my blood runs cold. "Argent Melanger!"

Argent steps slowly out of the fifteen section. He's dressed in his usual black attire. His outfit reminds me of Westly from the book The Princess Bride. I found it in the library; it's from before the Capitol existed. The copy was really old and hard to read. But I read it anyway.

It's obvious to me that he's trying to hide his true feelings. He walks onto the stage with a slight skip in his step. I'm probably the only one who senses the dread vibrating off him. No one will volunteer for him either. He's one of the best fighters in the district, despite his size. As I'd predicted, no one does.

"This year's tributes!" Silver exclaims, showing us off to the audience while we shake hands. Then we're off to the Justice building. My Family comes in and tells me I'll win. They have no doubt in their minds, but I know I'll probably lose. Then their time is up and I sit alone waiting for the peacekeepers to come. I don't have any friends other than Argent, so no one else comes in. I clutch my notebook and pen to my chest. Thank god I brought it to the reaping. Then I open it on my lap and begin to write. This is the only thing that will keep me sane.

So? How was?