Okay sorry for the long wait for the next chapter I just got back from vacation. If you can, please send in more tribute forms.
Reveena Teria
I hate the capitol, I really do. They are just a bunch of spoiled, pampered, stuck-up, rich people that enjoy watching people die. I mean seriously as soon as one game ends they're just waiting for the next batch of tributes to roll in like a plate of cookies just getting ready to be cooked. Or in this case die.
Today is the day of the reaping and I'm really not worried about being picked at all like most 12 year olds. I could really care less about the capitol, or the hunger games or the reaping. They've taken enough away from me; I don't have much too really live for anymore it seems like. My family was deemed useless and thrown out onto the streets. We live in an alley right near the edge of the district where we can easily sneak food away from the others in the district.
At the reaping I brush some dirt from my dress and twirl some of the ripped fabric between my fingers. I'm not nervous at all about being picked; it's another thing in the circle of life. The reaping, the hunger games, it all goes around.
"Good morning, I hope you all slept as well as I did last night!" Castella Light calls out in that stupid capitol accent, with her stupid clothes, and her stupid attitude. "Well it is time for the Reaping" She smiles again in that stupid capitol white smile. "May the odds be ever in your favor!"
The girls around me shiver and look around nervously as she walks towards the girls bowl. What's wrong with these people if they think watching poor children die is fun! Just when I'm about to go on thinking about their stupid clothes I hear her call out the girls name.
"Maria Teria!" Castella cry's out. Maria, she can live without me, I guess I should volunteer, she doesn't need me, and nobody wants me.
"I volunteer!" I shout and walk towards the stage without a second glance at Maria, or the gapping girls and boys. I walk toward that stage because nothing matters anymore.
"And what may your name be?" Castella asks
"Reveena Teria" I mumble almost un-audibly. Cameras are pointing at my face they're trying to catch a glimpse of the little 12 year old who just volunteered. I put my hand in front of the closest camera and stay emotionless.
Darren Cross
I hate my district, I hate my school, and I hate everything except for my microchips and I. My dad forced me into a special training school for the Hunger Games, but I don't like it. I wish I could go to regular school and study technology more than my school lets me but I can't. I've tried talking to my dad about it but he's at the lab most of the day.
"Hey Darren, you ready for the reaping" my 10 year old brother Max jokes, he knows how nervous I've been for it, after all I had been chosen to volunteer this year, even though I was only 13. I shoot a look at Max that could cut through steel and continue adding some of the final touches to the new microchip I was designing. Happy with my work I place it in a necklace that keeps all my other microchips safely stowed.
I head downstairs for breakfast and sit somberly as Max and Sierra fight over who gets the last slice of toast. I quickly swipe it off the plate and tear it into two, not wanting to hear the fighting anymore. I really don't ever want to see fighting, especially a fight to the death.
"Good morning sunshine" dad says as he walks into the room directing it to Sierra. For the first time since last year's reaping he's not wearing a lab coat and goggles.
"Morning Daddy" She says, her voice sounding like the mocking jays that flit around the trees.
"Max, Darren" He says addressing us "Good morning, and I'm excited to see how the reaping turns out Darren, I wonder if any ones going to volunteer?" he smiles and Max just grins at me, trying to get me to break.
"Morning" I manage to mumble back.
At the reaping girls and boys are all dressed in their finest clothes, that haven't been eaten by moths, or shrunk due to age.
The escort is wearing platinum heels, a golden top with princess sleeves, and a puffy pink skirt she reminds me of someone you'd see in a science fiction movie that they used to play at 7:00 o'clock on Fridays.
She starts talking in that capitol accent and I pretty much blank her out until I hear her call the girls name. "Maria Teria!" One girl starts walking up slowly in a old worn dress before a 12 year old surprisingly jumps out and says-
"I volunteer" Pure shock echoes through my body, a 12 year old, volunteering, that's almost never happened before. What's going on? The girl who volunteered I notice I walking toward the stage with no emotion like the other 12 year olds that get picked, and I notice she's also wearing a tattered old dress with dirt smudges.
"And what may your name be?" Castella asks
"Reveena Teria" She mumbles.
"Now for the boys" Castella calls out. This is my time, I have to volunteer, but I don't want to go into the Hunger Games. I turn around and see my teachers all looking at me, waiting for me to call out in a monstrous voice and shout 'I volunteer' but I'm not going to.
"Darren Cross" I stay quiet looking around for the boy, who's just been called, but I realize after all the staring, it's me. The boys make a pathway for me to get out and I notice, some of them sneer at me, and snicker under their breaths. I walk down the path with my head down and I move slowly, but fast enough that the peacekeepers don't have to drag me to the stage.
"Our tributes for District 3 Reveena Teria and Darren Cross" Forced cheers come from the crowd as Reveena and I shake hands. May the odds be ever in my favor?
Sorry it's short, well shorter, lacking creative juices. I need a boy tribute for District 4; I need some ideas for the arena, if you could send some in along with another tribute for any of the other districts, preferably 1 or 2 more tributes. I still need the boy for 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, and 12, and the girls for 6, 7, 8, 9, and 10. Thanks R&R. P.S. read my hunger games/the 39 clues crossover fan-fic if you've read the 39 clues.