A/N: Here's the next set of reapings!

Disclamer: I don't own The Hunger Games, just the OC characters I made.

District 2 Reapings

Victoria Williams

"Get up, girl!" Victoria's mother, Jennifer, said. "You have a duty in this house! Today is Reaping Day! Wake up!"

Victoria opened her eyes to the sound of her loud mother. Oh, how she hated her. She never treated her like a real daughter, just a girl who had a duty.

"Alright," Victoria said, climbing out of bed. "I'll be down in a few minutes."

"Good," Jennifer replied. "You better be, girl."

Victoria sighed. Even though that was her real mother, it didn't seem like it. All her mother cared about was the family name. Victoria's older sisters, Melony and Linda, died a few years earlier in the Games. They were forced to volunteer by their mother, who wanted them to win.

The fourteen-year-old girl ran her hands through her hair and went downstairs to the kitchen. There was an omelet on her plate with two sausages. She had a glass of orange juice nearby.

"Well," Victoria's father said, putting down the newspaper. "You're going to volunteer today?"

Victoria tried hard not to frown. Her father didn't even say, "Good morning!"

She cracked a slim smile and said, "Yeah. May I have seconds?" She was finished with her first plate.

"No," Jennifer snapped. "We do not want extra pounds added to your body! It would only go to your thighs on camera."

Victoria frowned and washed her plate. Even though she lived in District Two, they weren't a rich family, but they certainly weren't a poor one, either.

The girl walked to her room and sat on the edge of her bed.

"Melony," she whispered, barely making a noise. "Linda, if you two were here, you would tell me to keep your head up. If only you were here, you would make everything better."

Victoria curled up around her pillow and thought about what was going to happen that day. She just hoped everything would go as planned.

Luke Kirk

Luke Kirk got up bright and early on the Reaping Day. This year, he was going to volunteer for the Games, since he was eighteen.

His girlfriend, Jeanette, begged him not to, in fear of losing him. He had just shrugged and said everything would be alright. I mean, what could possibly happen to a big, muscular, eighteen-year-old?

Luke saw Dean, his nineteen-year-old brother, at the table, gulping down some Cheerios.

"There's our volunteering boy!" Luke's father said. "Come have some cereal with us!"

Luke sat down quietly and grabbed a healthy cereal bar. Today was going to be a long day for him.

"Dear," said Luke's mother. "I bought you some new reaping clothes; it will be on your bed! And Dean, wear your old ones from last year."

Dean rolled his eyes and added, "Yes, because I'm not your favorite child."

"You're not in the reaping this year," replied the father. "Now eat up, boys, today's a big day!"

Victoria Williams

Turning around the corner, Victoria leaped up in the air. But it was too late, the group engulfed her.

Victoria woke up, with her heart pounding and with shallow breaths.

I must've fallen asleep, she thought. I have to get ready for the Reaping.

Victoria made her way to her walk-in closet and picked out a nice, light blue dress. It matched her eyes and went perfect with her light brown hair.

She dressed in it and picked out some glass slippers her mother had bought her. It made her feel like Cinderella. But Victoria did not want to be Cinderella or be a tribute.

She sighed as she slipped them on and walked around the room. The mirror showed her reflection and Victoria walked over to it.

"Mirror, mirror, on the wall," she said. "Who's the fairest of them all?"

The reflection stayed the same.

"Certainly not my wicked mother," she said, almost laughing. "It's like I'm in a Cinderella story. I'm Cinderella, my mother is the wicked stepmother, but where is my prince?"

Victoria shook her head from childish thoughts and said, "I don't need a prince!" Then, she made her way downstairs and out the door. Her parents were waiting for her.

"It's about time, girl," said the mother, annoyingly. "Let's get a move on."

The once big family headed to the town square, where all the other people who lived in District Two were gathered. Victoria's family stood close to the stage, so it'd be easier to see.

After about twenty minutes of waiting, Harold Hanks, an old man who talks on stage every year, arrived at the microphone.

"Good evening District Two," he started. "And welcome to the One Hundred Fourteenth Hunger Games Reaping Day!"

The crowd clapped politely and after that, Harold Hanks continued his long speech about the history of District Two.

"Girl," Jennifer whispered to Victoria. "When you get up there, stay loud, stay proud, and volunteer. If you don't, I'll throw you out."

"But I'm your daughter!" Victoria almost said, but she knew better. She didn't dare upset her mother.

Harold Hanks invited the correct ages on stage and smiled.

"Let's do ladies first," he suggested and the crowd agreed.

He reached into a bowl where many names were held and pulled out a slip.

"Jeanette Soles! Do we have any volunteers?" Harold asked.

Victoria hesitated and decided not to volunteer. She could just lie to her mother, saying someone else volunteered before her.

But when no one did, Victoria stole a quick glance at her mother. Her mother's eyes shot daggers through her and scared her more than anything else.

"I volunteer!" Victoria said weakly. Now Panem would know she was frightened. But she wasn't, she was relieved to get away from her mother.

"I, Victoria Williams, am fourteen, and I will be winning the next Hunger Games."

Luke Kirk

Luke dressed in his new nice shirt and his black pants. He was getting ready for the Reaping.

Luke's family already went ahead, because his girlfriend was going to walk with him to the town center.

He walked out of the door feeling confident and saw his girlfriend waiting for him.

"Hey," he greeted, giving her a quick kiss on the cheek. "Ready for today?"

"Certainly not," she said worryingly. "I really think you shouldn't volunteer, Luke! It could be really dangerous, you could die!"

"I know," he answered. "But I'm eighteen and I'll win. I promise!"

"Are you sure?" she asked, twirling a strand of hair in her finger.

"Of course," he said. "Because I love you."

Luke and Jeanette had been dating for over a year now. They held a strong relationship and they weren't about to break it anytime soon.

"Let's go."

The two walked to the Reaping and it was already filled to the brim with people. They were talking and making loud noises, all through the crowd.

After awhile, Harold Hanks reported about the history and called them up on stage.

Harold Hanks then pulled out a girl's name first.

"Jeanette Soles!"

Luke lost his breath; he lost his entire focus on everything. He saw Jeanette's face cower in fear, even though she was seventeen and had a good chance of winning.

"Any volunteers?" asked Harold.

Luke prayed that there would be, but there wasn't.

If Jeanette were to go in the games, then he could never volunteer, in fear of having to kill his girlfriend.

Then finally, as if she had heard his prayer, a girl volunteered. She sounded strong and bold, and her face cleared up from fear once she volunteered. She was fourteen and she looked like an easy target.

Luke sighed with relief.

After that was finished, Harold pulled out a boy's name, stopped for a dramatic silence, and then read the name.

"Quinn Far!"

Luke stepped up and shouted, "I volunteer!"

"Well, I didn't ask for volunteers yet, but that showed courage!" said Harold. "Come on and stand next to Victoria."

Luke walked across the stage and said boldly, "My name is Luke Kirk and I'm eighteen!"

"Whoa there," Harold joked. "An old one, huh?"

Luke went to stand next to the other tribute, who eyed him curiously. Then she turned away from him, after getting a long gaze.

Luke looked at Jeanette who seemed relieved, now that she was out of the spotlight. Luke somewhat thanked Victoria for that. Jeanette was safe, for yet another year.

"Thanks," he silently whispered, barely making a noise.

Victoria, obviously hearing this, slightly turned, but then turned away again.

"You're welcome," she said, "Because I'm going to kill you first."