Kylass Glade POV
I get up before anyone in the house, which is easy because it is only my dad, Tydal Glade, and me. I'm making a huge pot of oatmeal when I spy a small cloth neatly tied up with a piece of string. "What the heck. It is the reaping day after all," I say to myself and I dump the small amount of cinnamon into the oats.
"What do you think you're doing," my dad questions me. I can tell he really doesn't care but he isn't happy about getting up on his one day off.
"It's okay. I can find more." I'm quite thrifty with food. I can find anything and make anything edible, and pretty tasty if I do say so myself.
"Fine," he half says/ half yawns and tosses my curly brown hair at the same time.
"I'm going to get ready. Knock yourself out," I demand him and point to the pot over the fire. He doesn't eat very much between work and me and it worries me sometimes.
I brush my hair down to my shoulders, throw a skirt and nicer sweatshirt since I really don't feel like changing shirts, and slip on some sandals.
"I'll be outside waiting," I call to Dad. Normally people would be rushing to talk to their friends, possibly for one last time, before the reapings. But, I don't really have any friends. There's no specific reason really. I wonder about it sometimes but it doesn't bother me so whatever. Dad comes out and we walk to the center.
"See you soon," Dad says.
"Yeah, hope so," I joke. At least I'm hoping I'm joking. I make small talk with the 15-year old girls around me. I think about our business while the annual speech drags on. About finances, and the fast approaching end of lobster season, about getting a new boat some how.
"And now let's get to the reapings shall we?" The escort calls out. She's about 5'7", and very pale with bleach blond hair that's no more than 6 in. long, or tall I should say. She has it spiked straight up with the tips dyed all sorts of colors. It looks like a rainbow hugged her dress.
"And the girl tribute is... Kylass Glade!" At first I think it is someone else because she pronounces it Kilass, and people are cheering, I never knew I was so popular but my dad is shouting my name forces me to the truth. I have officially been reaped. I do not get it; surely, tons of people have more slips of paper in that, surely someone actually wants to be in the Games, surely. By this time there are people shoving me up there because they are tired of the escort shouting my name in her stupid Capitol accent.
I really wish I had my mom here now.

Ozzy Rodregez POV

Everyone's already at the center. Keith Woodshurro, Riaka Totumia, and I have been here longer than most of them but we've been hiding behind the stage playing catch. Technically Alana Reyna is on my team but she isn't of any use. I don't mind though, only because it's Alana, anyone else and I'd kill 'em for making me lose.

"Guys we ought to go, their going to start soon and if the peacekeepers find us here—" I cut Alana off short.

"They won't! Calm down, it'll be fine the games almost over." Truth is I wouldn't care if we were late. Who does? Maybe if we were locked up we couldn't get reaped.

"She's probably right bro, don't yell at her." Dang, I hate when Riaka's right. But he is.

"Sorry Alana, if you want to go get reaped, be my guest," I say as I motion towards the stage. She gives me a dirty look, grabs Riaka's arm and walks off. Then there were two.

"Alright I guess we ought to go," Keith says with a chuckle.

"Sure."

"Don't beat yourself up, she'll cool off. Keep hope," ugh, he winks at me. He's the only one who knows about my crush on Alana, and he abuses that power frequently.

"Let's just go. So you still plan on volunteering?"

"I don't know. I've been training forever and I know I could do it but is it worth it?"

He's right, he could do it, he's there best there is in District 4, but no one knows it.

"I guess you just got a figure that out, and fast." The reapings have started. 'Let the games begin.'

"The girl tribute is: -." I don't even hear cause apparently this girl is really popular. Everyone is rooting for her and whistles are going up everywhere. Can't blame 'em though, she's kinda hot.

"Dude, that's you!"

"What?" I didn't even see the escort pull out the slip.

"Are you sure? You don't want to—"

"Nah man, it's your time." Great. My time to… die?

I walk up. Who am I kidding? I can do this. Heck I've beaten Keith in training tons of times and like I said, he's the best there is.

"So, you're ready for this," the girl tribute asks as I shake her hand.

"Ready as you are I'm sure," I reply because I'm not sure how that was meant.