SYOT: THE 30TH ANNUAL HUNGER GAMES

District One Female Reaping:

"Pi rounded to fifteen decimal places is 3.141592653589793" I recited to my Father, who was testing me.

"Good. The Capitol of Namibia is...?" he responded.

"Windhoek." I responded, without even having to think about it.

"Brilliant. Okay, go and get some breakfast, and then get ready for the Reaping." he answered briskly, packing all my college papers into his briefcase.

I smile and clamber down from the chair in my Father's study, and head to the kitchen to help my Mother lay the table. You might think it's weird, but I'm a very intelligent twelve year old, a lot of people even go as far as to call me a child prodigy. This is because when I was six, I developed a photogenic memory, which means that anything I see/read, I will remember instantly, causing me to get 100% in everything I do at school. I'm top of the class. It's a gift and a curse, I suppose. My Father is very strict because we are Asian Filipina, and we wants best for us, so he pushes me to do my best. As well as school, he trains me for an hour every morning and an hour every night to do better, and I am doing college work at the moment. He is hoping to soon get me a job a scientist, so I can start earning an income for the family. My dream is to be a Capitol scientist. Or win the lottery.

I stroll into the kitchen where Mother is boiling the porridge over the hob. I smile and get the bowls out to lay the table.

"Bonjour Maman, Cava?" I ask.

"Bonjour Lynn. Cava bien merci, et toi, cava?"

"Comme ci comme ca, merci. Maman, est Brynn jusq'a encore?"

"No, j'ai essaye de la reveiller, mais elle ne me leverai pas."

"Bien, je vais aller chercher maintenant." I respond, putting the last bowl down in my twin sisters place, before heading upstairs to wake her.

Every morning I communicate with my Mother in one of the five languages I am fluent in. These are French, Japanese, Tagalog, Spanish and English. This morning I chose French, just because I haven't used it in a while.

I head upstairs to force my twin sister, Brynn out of bed. We don't get along at all. She is your typical dumb blonde. She is head cheerleader of our school squad, and is a proper bitch to all the unpopular kids. She is obsessed with clothes, make-up and this little coffee shop in the square called Starbucks. Her and all her clique hang around there after practice.

"C'mon Brynn, you gotta get up. It's reaping day." I hiss as I barge into her bedroom.

"Fuck off, stupid cow." she hisses back menacingly.

This doesn't even faze me.

"Oh, I'm the stupid one. At least I can spell my own name." I retort.

"I can spell my own name!" she snarls in response.

"Well done, you can now spell at a first grade level!" I cheer sarcastically, giving her a little round of applause.

"Oh, shove off why don't you. Tell Mum and Dad I'll be down in a minute." she groans, swinging her legs out of bed and getting up.

I snort in response and leave her room and head back downstairs for breakfast.

"Were you arguing with your sister again?" my Father asked impatiently.

"It's not my fault she's such a cow." I retort.

"And it's not my fault she's such a pig. Oh wait, that's an insult to pigs." My sister replies as she waltzes into the kitchen, smirking.

"Why you little-"

"Girls that is enough!" Father yells, slamming his hand on the mahogany table, "I will not have you using profanities and name calling in my house!"

I storm past and take my place at the table next to Mother. I eat quickly, so I can get the bathroom before Brynn, because I know she'll take ages. I look at her, and see that she is also trying to eat quickly, in order to get the bathroom first, just to annoy me.

"Oh, Brynn, as Lynn helped lay the table this morning, and had training, you can do the washing up after breakfast.

I smirk as she groans in response, but neither of us say anything in fear of upsetting our Father again. I purposely eat my breakfast a bit slower though, just to piss her off some more.

When I have finished, I thank my Mother for breakfast, pass my bowl to Brynn, and go upstairs. I go into the bathroom and start running the bath. Then I go into my room and grab two towels, one for my hair and one to dry myself with. I pile all this up on my bed with my wash bag and bathrobe. Then, I sit down at my desk and quickly finish Diamond Martinez' homework. Diamond is a year thirteen student at my school, so six years older than me. She, along with a lot of other older kids, pay me a good price to do their homework for them. I don't mind though, they're my friends.

When I hear footsteps on the stairs, I grab my stuff and sprint to the bathroom. I shove Brynn out of the way and burst in first, slamming the door firmly in her face, laughing to myself. I hear her scream in anger, and thump the door angrily before storming off to her room. Usually I would take a really long bath to annoy her, but I have to be at the Reaping in the square in just over a hour.

I quickly was my hair and body until I smell of lavender. This is one of the great advantages of living in district one, we are the richest district, so we can afford luxuries such as lavender shampoo, conditioner and body wash. I clamber out of the bath, leaving the water in for Brynn, and then dry myself until my fair skin is all smooth and silky. Then, I pull my underwear on and wrap my bathrobe around me tightly, before grabbing my stuff and heading to my bedroom. I go in and sit down. Firstly, I unwrap the towel from my head and dry my hair until it is all soft and fluffy. Then I comb it until it goes silky and cascades in waves down my back. Looking in the mirror, I smile, satisfied with my appearance so far. Because I have quiet fair skin and sparkling green eyes, I don't usually bother with makeup, but just for today, I add a slick of mascara, just in case I get reaped. Finally I pull on my reaping dress and shoes. Satisfied with my opinion, I grab my bag with Diamond's finished homework and head out of the door.

I walk to the square and scan the crowd for her. I find her quickly because I know every corner of the square off by heart. I give her the completed homework, which in exchange she gives me £2.00. I then go and sign in, and stand in my designated area for my age and gender. Since I am twelve years old, I am right in the front row. I stand round by myself waiting for our stupid escort to clatter onto the stage in whatever ridiculous outfit she is wearing this year.

"Good morning district one!" she squeals in her silly Capitol accent.

"Lady's first!"

Slowly, she places her chubby hand into the bowl and pulls out two slips. She smiles slyly, and puts the one closest to her back. I hold my breathe.

"Lynn Markwood" she calls out.

Shit. I slowly make my way to the stage, trying to calculate the chances of e being picked. Quite remote to be honest. Ah, do you know what fuck it. What's done is done. I'm gonna win this thing.

A/N hey, thank you to JustAWriter for Lynn. Please review and let me know what you thought of her! This syot is still open, so please check out my profile for the form and tribute availability, and then PM the completed form! Thanks again :)