Glamour Wintersilk, 18

Queenie stands opposite of me, with a sword in her hand. I lunge at her, colliding with her sword. I dive roll and get behind her, taking out her knees. If this were the Games, I'd stab her in the back. But this is training, and Queenie is no threat to me.

"How are you always so perfect?" She asks me. I laugh and flip my hair over my shoulder.

"Oh, it's natural." I wink at her and she rolls her eyes with a smile on her face.

"Shall we?" I nod and we put our swords back. I grab my towel to wipe the sweat off of my face as I hear a whistle behind me.

I turn to see a group of boys checking me out. I turn completely and put my hands on my hips, leaning to one side.

"Hey boys." I flirt with them. One of them waves at me and I wink back. I feel a tug on my arm.

"Let's gooooo." Queenie complains. We laugh together as we leave the training room and go back to my house.

I enter my parents house in the Victor's Village and see my two brothers have joined us for lunch. While they each have their own house in the village, but they spend a lot of time with the rest of us.

"Hiiii" I say with a large smile on my face. I hug Beau first and he pretends to hold his nose.

"Oh god, you smell." I pull back and smack him on the arm. He laughs and I give Logan a hug next. He does not resist like Beau.

"I always liked you more anyway." I say jokingly. We share a laugh before I disappear into my room with Queenie.

I hop in the shower right away, letting her pick out my outfit. I'll look gorgeous no matter what.

I get out of the shower and admire myself in the mirror. Platinum blonde hair with gorgeous green eyes. Curves in the right places, muscles in the rest. Loved by many, jealously with the rest. I love it.

I enter my room and Queenie has laid out a frilly teal dress. She helps me dress and I put on matching shoes. At the last moment I put on my grandmother's emerald gem ring. It matches my eyes.

"You look stunning." She says. I smile. I do, indeed.

I let her pick out one of my dresses for her to wear at the reaping. Unlike me, she doesn't have a family of victors.

She settles with a cute white dress and we head back into the kitchen with my family. They serve us a nice lunch and go over basic training.

Both my parents lecture me in what to and not to do once I volunteer. All eyes will be on me from the moment I step onto that stage. I have to make them like and fear me at the same time. I have the advantage of all four of my family members being past victors. They truly know what to expect.

I kiss my parents goodbye, give a friendly wave to my brothers, and Queenie and I exit my house arm in arm.

I see the boys from the training center signing in. I run up to the cutest one and give him a kiss on his cheek.

"I'll come find you when I return as a victor." His friends pat him on the back and I rejoin Queenie at the back of the line.

"You're going to get in trouble, one day." I laugh. Maybe one day, sister. Maybe one day.

We sign in and shuffle to the back of the crowd. I see the familiar faces of girls who trained next to me in the academy. Some give me scolding looks. Many are mad they weren't picked to volunteer. Tough love.

Our escort bounces onto stage, welcoming us to the 101st Hunger Games. We give a polite clap and she glows.

"Let's waste no time and meet our female tribute!" I don't let her take a step before I walk out of the crowd and onto the stage. I look at our escort.

"Glamour Wintersilk, I volunteer." The escort gleams with pride and the audience applauses. I cannot wait to return home, as victor.

Majesty Holland, 17

I sit on the towel with Jewel as we overlook the trees that surround District One. I take a bite of my apple and admire Jewel. Her hair flows in the wind, only adding to her beauty. I smile.

"What are you thinking about?" She asks me. I place my apple down in the basket.

"A lot. Everything. Nothing." I say. And it's true. Today is the day I'm to volunteer for my district, bring pride to my family. However, I feel no pride, no joy.

"You shouldn't do it. You should let someone else volunteer." Her diamond blue eyes look into my eyes, pleading.

"I wish I could." I say, taking her hand. My parents have always been bitter that they never got the opportunity to volunteer for their district. So they vowed to have children that would. My three older sisters have failed them, so I"m their last hope. I can only imagine how distraught they would be if I bailed out.

She starts packing up our picnic and I help, wishing time could stand still. Wishing I could spend the rest of the day out here with her.

We stand up and I embrace her tightly.

"I'm sorry." I say. I hear her muffle a sob and she hugs me back.

Hand in hand, we return to her neighborhood. I kiss her goodbye as she dips into her own house. I make the long trek back to my house. My parents appear to be waiting for me as I walk in.

"Where were you?" My mother asks. Not training.

"I was with Jewel." I say shortly. I try to walk past them, but my father puts his hand on my shoulder, stopping me.

"Do not fail us, son." He says dryly. I nod and continue to the back of the house.

I shut my bedroom door and exhale. I close my eyes and imagine myself as one of the other boys training in the academy. One of the boys who wants to compete in the Games, bring pride and glory to his district. I try to be happy when I think about volunteering. But I only find sadness.

I walk to my dresser and pull out a white cotton cardigan and some black pants with matching black shoes. It's simple, yet nice.

I brush my hair back and exit my bedroom. I find my sister Meadow has taken the place of my parents in the kitchen. She sees me and smiles at me.

I hug her tight. This is her last year eligible, and she will not be volunteering. My sisters were not a natural in the academy. Unfortunately, I was.

"I'm sorry." She tells me. I nod, not saying a word.

"Shall we?" I ask, holding the door open for her. We walk together to the square and sign in together. I find Jewel in the crowd and hold her hand tight.

The escort starts her yearly ramble and we get a female volunteer. I recognize her from training. She's not one to be messed with.

They reap a boy, a fifteen year old I've seen around the academy. He looks confused. I sigh before I start my walk.

"I volunteer." I say with as much energy as I can muster. I hold my head up high, hoping no one notices the shaking that has started in my body. I look at Glamour in the eyes and see a combination of a flirty, friendly girl and a bloodthirsty killer. I shudder.

We shake hands and are taken away to say goodbye. Jewel enters first and gives me a ring.

"Promise. Promise you'll return home. Promise we'll be together forever." I put the ring on and kiss her.

"I promise."

The first reaping! Only eleven more to go, haha

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