Crystal Coriander's POV

"Dame it." I got up off the ground, and wiped the blood from my knee. I was on a jog, my last jog before the games. I would be a tribute this year along with a brutish boy from school, he had been bragging about volunteering for about a year. No body knew if he would actually volunteer. He's 18 it's his last year for the reaping.

"You look stupid!"

"You're ugly!" 2 horrible boys from across town were teasing my little sister, Callan. I sped up.

"Hey jerks?" I yelled even though I was only a few feet away. "You think that's fun? Huh? Huh?" I rammed my shoulder into the first one. He fell to the ground choking on the air in his lungs. I punched the other in the nose, and kicked him in the groin. They were both on the ground now. I smiled. "Hey sis, what's up?" Her eyes were wide with enjoyment.

"This is the best I've seen them all year." She said with a smile.

"You wanna race home?"

"You're on." She took off. It amazed me how fast she was for 11. I took off after her. It was 2 miles to get home. After about 1.5 miles she began to slow. I blew past her and beat her home by a minute. "I'll get you next time." She's panting a little but she is almost as fast as me, and I'm 5 years older.

"Girls, time to get ready for the reaping."

Perry Welchman's POV

I combed through my white hair, wanting it to be noon so the reaping could happen. I wanted to volunteer. I hope a girl will volunteer also, so we can show up Broder Frall, I hate that guy. You think by know he would know that District 2 is the best. I hoped he would cry on live television.

"Perry it's time to go!" My father yelled with an edge to his voice. He never really has loved me; tolerated would be a better word. I threw on my red, leather vest. I left it open you could distinctly see my 6 pack. I smiled, I looked vicious. My pack will be totally badass. "PERRY!" I've been training daily since I was 6. I am the most dedicated person I know. Not that I had friends, I think people are too annoying for relationships or even speaking. My mother came upstairs.

"Come." Her eyes were hard and her voice was solid. She couldn't wait for my victory.

In the square, I stood in the very front flexing all my muscles. I kept my face straight nobody needed to know what was coming. A few people gave looks, one girl winked. I never look at anyone except to insult them. The tall District 2 clock tower rang, and we all looked to the stage. The mayor took the podium.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, we are gathered here today to . . ." I didn't hear the rest of what he said because I was busy trying to figure out a way to kill him from where I was standing.

"Now let's reap our future victor." The escort Manella Chell, a thin, purple skinned, extremely competitive, woman, said into the mic. She reaped the girl first. "Farow Linhu!" Farow walked up to the stage.

"Any volunteers?" You could tell the small girl was praying someone would come forward.

Crystal's POV

I had to volunteer; Father would be so disappointed if I didn't, maybe next year. .

"I volunteer!" I shouted. Oh man, I just volunteered, was what came into my head. To late now, I can't look like an idiot. I stood on my black 2 in. wedges, straightened the bow on my knee length, blood red dress and walked confidently to the stage.

"What's your name, deary?"

"Crystal Coriander." I said just a little shakily, no I had to be strong. I knew I could be strong, knew living with peacekeepers my whole life made me the one of the strongest tributes. I fixed my golden hair, and held my head a little higher.

"What a lovely name, now for the male tribute." She hurried over and grabbed a slip out of the boys' bowl. "Nor-"

Perry's POV

"I volunteer!" Everybody was looking at me, I flexed my chest muscles. I looked straight ahead and popped an evil grimace on my face. I walked heavily across the stage.

"It's Perry." I said to Manella.

"Um, what's your full name?"

"Purgatory Welchman, I hate that, it's Perry."

"Uh, let's have it for the tributes of District 2!" I could tell I had corrupted the flow of her words. That's just the way I like it.

In the miniscule room I was placed in, my parents came to say goodbye to me. My father came in first.

"I love you son." This surprised me; he hadn't told me he loved me since I broke my arm the year before. My face lit up, I knew because my father smiled at me and handed me a wrapped box.

"Open it." I looked at my father in disbelief. I opened it removed the box lid and inside found a gold wrist band. I knew it was a proclamation of love. "Good luck, my son."

"Goodbye, Father, see you in a few weeks." There he leaves.

Crystal's POV

My whole family comes to say goodbye together. My mother, my father, my brother, and my sister are all confident I'll come back, more confident than me at least. My brother, Cash, was a victor 3 years ago, he has confidence in me. Callan, of course believes what my brother says with all her heart, him being a victor and all. My parents are both peace keepers, they believe I'll be back as well. I pass around hugs say farewells and they are gone.

Next to come in is my best friend in the whole world, Koen Fennel; we're so close he's practically my brother. He comes in and pulls me into a tight hug.

"I'm so proud of you." He whispers through my hair.

"I'm going to miss you so bad. Watch over Callan please?"

"You know I will. Do you have your token?" I did have it. My token was a gold ckoker with purple, oval, gems hang off it. I point to my neck. "Good. Don't mess your self up too bad ok?"

"I'll try." I laugh. He really was my best friend. Always would be, I hoped. "Take care of yourself, alright?"

"Yeah." The Guard appears. "Goodbye Crystal."

"Goodbye Koen, see you soon." Then he is gone. I have no more visitors.

Perry's POV

My only other visitor is my mother. She simply comes in hugs me, whispers, "I'm so proud, goodbye." She gives me a kiss and leaves without another word.

A car pulls up outside.

Thanks for Reading. I intend to speed things up a bit once all my tributes are in. I still need 7 tributes and 11 mentors. Remember the limit is 2 tributes and one mentor per person. i still need boys from- 3, 4, 5, 7,8, and 11 and i need a girl from 10. Keep submitting the actual story will soon begin.