Alright, this is an extra long chapter for those of you who want to get to see who the other tributes are. The rest of the story will be in either Page's or Eric's views, and when it's not, it's just in a narrated view.

Plus, if this confuses anyone that I started with District 6, I'm sorry but it's only because he has an important role in the rest of the story.

I have chosen my favourite tribute from each district and put the reapings in their points of views.

I am only doing this chapter in one of the tributes from each District, either male or female.

That way, it's less confusing.

You don't need to remember these names if you don't want to, but I find the more detail, the better.

Dedicated to: again, potterhead-girlonfire because of all the helpful ideas. :D

-ForeverPotter17

Sphens POV (District 6)

I hate District 6.

I mean, all it's known for is 'transportation,' and that's not exciting at all!

I also hate the Capitol.

It's full of sick idiots who like watching kids become tortured, murdered, and murderers.

I refuse to watch the Hunger Games this year.

Last year, my cousin, 'Amos,' went into the Games and was killed in the bloodbath.

District 6 is the middle, and always just there, nothing of significant value.

There is District 1-4, which are the 'favourites,' who live the easy life, there is District 10-12, who are always overlooked and left alone, and then you have your middle Districts, 5-9, which suck.

I wish I lived in a lower District, then I could get away with whatever I want.

Not that I don't do that anyway.

I am what you would call a 'trouble maker,' and let me tell you, when you steal one stupid coin from the butchers, you are automatically pegged as a 'thief.'

Trust me, if I could let loose the full extent of my abilities on this District, they would know what a real thief was.

But for now, I'll stick to stealing the easy stuff- chickens, coins, jewellery, apples, fruit and sometimes even clothes.

I will sell things door-to-door, and I have this entire District wired.

I know who will buy stolen goods, no questions asked, and I know which houses to stay the hell away from.

Such as, the house of Head Peacekeeper Frett Valway, who was sent here from District 1 and is my number one enemy.

Oh the irony.

Anyway, I'll start this tale now.

I was creeping in a dark corner, waiting for someone to sit in the chair just a foot away from me.

Finally, a random man slips into the chair and picks up a menu.

I creep closer to him, ever so slowly, and quickly relieve him of his wallet.

Unfortunately, before I can open it, Mr. Figg, who has had it out for me since I stole some stupid broach from his wife, which didn't even buy me a squirrel, spotted me from his table, picked up the knife he carries with him everywhere, and yelled, "THIEF!"

I quickly pocket the wallet, pulled my black hood over my head, and ran like hell.

I am pretty fast, but when you have five grown men chasing me, it's hard to stay ahead.

I finally duck behind a bush, and smirk as the men run past.

I then wait a whole five minutes before jumping out from behind it and bolting for home.

I finally get to the rickety old shack, which is my poor excuse for a home, and closed the door.

I leaned with my back facing the door and breathed deeply, wiping the sweat from my brow.

"You did it again, didn't you?" asked my little brother Vick. I sighed as my little sister shook her head.

"Yes," I admitted.

My brother was only twelve, and this year was his first reaping.

He sighed.

"You promised not today!" he protested, crossing his arms.

I sighed again.

"Look, I'm sorry, but I need to make sure we eat," I said.

I then opened the wallet, and cursed.

I threw the wallet over into a corner and balled my fists.

"Another dud! How are we supposed to eat now!" I yelled, making my little brother come forward.

"Sphen it's alright, we still have some of the fruit you…burrowed," he said.

I winced at the reminder that my brother hated what I had to do.

It's not my fault our parents are good for nothing…my mom died during child birth, and my sister still thinks it's her fault.

My father ran away from us, and I don't think I'll ever forgive him.

My little sister, Claire, is only seven, yet she has the mentality of a teenager.

I kiss her forehead and turn back to my brother.

"Alright, let's put on our fancy clothes," I say, in a Capitol accent.

I hate to admit this, but we are dirt poor.

I had to look after a baby sister, and a five year old brother when I was just ten.

I had the help of my best friend, Sam, and his family, but it was mostly just me.

We don't in any way, have fancy clothes like most in our District, but I put on my dad's old stripped pants, and dress shirt, and make sure my brother puts on my old reaping outfit.

My little sister was wearing a faded dress that had once been my mothers. I think it was pink at one point.

I checked us all out, straightening my brothers bow tie and helped him gel down his hair, and I- shudder- did my little sisters hair into two braids.

Just as I finished eating my lame breakfast of an apple and some oats, there was a knock on my door.

Peacekeepers, I thought, and then dove under the table.

This was our routine every time there was a knock on our door, I hide, my little sister act's innocent, and my little brother open's the door.

"It's just Sam," yelled Vick.

Grinning, I jumped up from the table and put my arm around him. "What did I tell you about using the secret knock?" I asked.

Sam sniggered. His brown hair puffed up.

I had always made fun of him for his hair, but then again, my hair stick's up in just about every direction, and is gelled into thick spikes, so I shouldn't talk.

"Oh shut up. We need to leave now, where are your parents?" I ask. Sam hesitates.

"We got into a fight. They are already at the Justice Building, waiting for the reapings to start," he admits.

I sigh.

I hate it when his parents fight, because they are pretty cool, and they were the closest people I had to parents."Alright man, let's go," I say. I prop Claire on my shoulders and together Sam and I, Vick included, started walking toward the Justice Building.

I dropped of Claire with Sam's parents, and then lined up with the 'seventeen' group of males.

I spotted Vick, who looked nervous, and gave him a thumbs up.

He smiled bravely at me, and then we faced front.

Then, our District 6 escort, Gellia Forgemer, stepped out.

She wore her normal rainbow outfit, with different coloured streaks in her hair, and rainbow dress equipped with rainbow accessories.

"Happy Hunger Games, and may the odd's be ever in your favour," she said, her rainbow coloured lips formed into a smile.

We then went through the normal routine of watching the video, and then being forced to clap half heartedly.

"Alright, ladies first," said Gellia.

She walked over and plucked out the name she saw.

She walked back to the microphone and said clearly,

"Emily Episky."

A girl who looked around sixteen or seventeen walked up to the stage, and hesitantly climbed the steps.

Gellia smiled at her and gave her a one armed hug.

Emily looked terrified.

"Now for the males," she said.

I crossed my fingers.

Not me, not me, not me, I repeated over and over in my head.

It wasn't my name.

"Vick Richards."

I stopped breathing.

Surely I must be dreaming. She couldn't have pulled my brothers name out.

Wake up! I commanded myself.

It was only when I saw my little brother burst into tears as four Peacekeepers escorted him to the stage, that I awoke out of my shock.

"I VOULEENTEER!" I yelled at the top of my lungs.

I heard Sam's cry, Claire's screech, Sam's parents' shouts, and Vicks protests.

"No! You can't! Please! Take me! No!" he cried. I forced myself not to look at him as Sam and another one of my random friends carried Vick off.

I heard the Vick's sobs and it took all the restraint I had in me not to run back, away from the stage, and shield Vick, speaking comforting words.

I gulped and ran up the stairs.

"Who are you?" asked Gellia. I smiled at her, a completely fake, I really want to punch you, smile.

"I'm Sphen Richards, your newest soon to be victor," I said into the microphone.

I saw Emily cast me a weird look.

Hey, she can be all doom and gloom about this- I'm taking this head on.

Anything for my brother.

A minute later, I was in the waiting room.

The door slammed open, and in ran Vick, Sam, his parents, and Claire.

A sobbing Claire jumped up into my arms, and I held her for a few moments.

"We will take care of them," said Sam's dad, Morris, as he grasped my shoulder.

Vick was holding onto my waist, like he used to do when he was growing up.

I nodded in Morris' direction.

I knew that if I said anything, I would break down.

Sam looked at me.

"Use stealth, that's what you're best at," he said quickly, "and try and join the Carriers. We'll be rooting for you."

With that, Sam and his family left.

I turned to Vick. "I'm sorry, little man, I had to. I couldn't let you-" my voice broke, "I have a better chance of coming back."

Vick wiped his tears, and handed me something.

It was a small rock from his collection. It was very smooth, and had a greenish tint to it.

It was Vicks favourite.

"Your token," he said.

I pulled both Claire and Vick into my arms and hugged them until the Peacekeepers came.

"It's time to go," they said, taking both Vick and Claire out of my arms.

"NO!" cried Vick, who was grabbing for me.

The door slammed in my face, but not before I yelled, "I love you!"

Flower's POV (District 1):

This was my year.

I had been training hard, and I knew about a hundred ways to kill someone with a toothpick.

My strategy?

Let me explain first- In my district (1), you need to fight your way to the games.

There are literally seventeen girls that I know are going to volunteer this year- but it will be me.

I am going to get there early, and stand toward the front, using my elbows to knock people out of my way as I dash toward the stairs.

As I tore apart a training dummy, my father clapped.

"Good job, now hit the showers," he said.

I nodded, my face drenched with sweat, and I slipped upstairs.

My father owned the Training Center.

Which meant that I had trained more than anyone else- before it closed, during the night, after it closed, in the morning, you name it.

I am totally going to dominate!

I jumped out of the shower, dried quickly, and changed into my reaping clothes.

I then danced to the square, glee with excitement.

I stood and waited for an hour, and as soon as everyone was accounted for, Hamlet Greggory walked dramatically out onto the stage.

"Happy Hunger Games, and may the odds," Hamlet winked, "Be ever in your favour."

Sometimes I don't know about that man.

After we watched the required video, he pulled out a name.

"Gazelle Wamplet.""I volunteer!" I screamed, and then ran to the stage, beating everyone there before anyone could even call out their volunteer.

"Well, District 1 was never one to wait," said Hamlet, who then laughed at his own joke. I giggled.

"What's your name, sweetheart?" he asked.

I twirled a blond curl around my index finger.

"Flower Levi," I say as innocently as I can muster.

He smiles.

"Now time for the boys," he said, and then winked at me before plucking another name randomly.

"Garret-"

"I volunteer!" yelled a handsome teen at the front, who then, as I had done before, bolted to the stage.

Many boys groaned.

"Well, you certainly seem enthusiastic, what's your name?" asked Hamlet with a chuckle."Um, Sheen Condor," said the handsome male.

He had dark blonde hair, and sparkling blue eyes.

He was very handsome.

I winked at him as we shook hands.

Let the games begin…

Flint's POV (District 2)

I was so tired pretending that I didn't care when I always lost the race to volunteer.

Truth is, I have wanted to volunteer since I was twelve, but some idiot punk always beat me to it.

Not this year.

I was eighteen this year, and it was my last chance.

No way was I giving it up.

I smiled at my girlfriend, Ginger, and then kissed her once more before shooing her off so I could get changed for the reapings.

I through on my best outfit, consisting of black pants and a long sleeve dark dress shirt.

I'm not one for dressing up, but no one would dare make fun of me for my dressing, because I'd simply kill them.

Not really, I'm saving that for the Games.

I followed my idiot friends into the square.

"You volunteering this year, man?" asked Blunt.

What a stupid name.

"Duh," I replied, shoving my hands in my pockets.

"Me too-" he started, but I cut him off.

"I don't care," I snarled.

It's not like he was actually going to beat me in volunteering.

"Whatever," he muttered.

Once we got to the square, I completely tuned out, ignoring the stupid video, and then, as soon as I heard,

"Brooke Galmin,"

Then, a random girl ran to the stage before everyone else, and jumped to the microphone.

"Brooke Galmin," she said before our stupid escort could ask.

Huh, so the one that was actually reaped got up first.

Interesting.

"And the male tribute for the sixty eight Hunger Games is…"

"ME!" I cried, then walked slowly to the stage, glaring at all the punks, daring them to even try to stop me.

Then, Blunt stepped forward, "No me!" he cried, and tried to race me.

I whirled on him, and then kicked his foot so hard that he fell to the ground.

I walked onto the stage.

"You didn't even let me say the name!" pouted the escort.

I sneered at her.

"What does it matter, he's just going to volunteer again," said my little brother.

I grinned at him.

The girl with dark brown hair, freckles and hazel eyes, Brooke, and I got escorted into the building.

I waited only a minute before my mom, dad, and little brother came in.

"You'd better win," warned my father, raising his hand.

I knew I could beat him, but I flinched anyway.

"I will, sir," I said.

My father then walked out.

My mom smiled at me warmly, kissed my cheek and left.

"Here," said my little brother, handing me the token I told him to give me.

It was a key.

I smirked at him, ruffled his hair, and then ordered him out.

Stacy's POV (District 3):

I was so bored.

I had just came back from my friend Elice's house, when my mother started to give me a hard time.

I slammed my bedroom door.

What did she know about me anyway?

I go for a walk without telling her, and she goes on like I've just murdered her best friend.

As if.

"You are grounded!" she screamed from down below.

My mother had always liked alcohol a bit too much, but she was getting better.

There was just her slip up's that gets her in trouble.

Alcohol is very expensive, and we're only middle class.

District 3 is boring.

All I do all day, is go to school and learn about electronics and technology, and when I come home, I've got two older sisters and a mother to deal with.

My parents spilt a few years ago, and now I only get to visit him from time-to-time.

I would always love my time with dad, he was the kindest, most amazing father that ever lived, and I loved going to his house.

My mother only let's us visit him, because she knows that I would resent her for a long time.

I thinking about all of this, and it didn't help that we still had the reapings today.

My oldest sister, Mary, was nineteen, and no longer able to enter the Hunger Games.

My other older sister, Kimberly, was only seventeen, and still able to go.

I'm seventeen, and I still have only two years to go.

Out of all the girls in my district that are my age, I don't worry too much about being picked to go to the Hunger Games, because I know it's a long shot.

As I put on a fancy green dress, my mom step's in.

"I'm sorry for getting mad at you," she says.

I shrug.

"You look beautiful, honey," she told me.

I smile.

"Thank you mom," I say, and she then slips out as I start my hair.

"Stacy, where are you, the reaping is in five minutes!" I hear Kimberly call from down the hall.

I run down the hall, and then walk with Kimberly to the reapings.

"Are you nervous?" she asks.

I shrug.

"I know it's a long shot, but still, I'm sure a bunch of other girls are telling themselves that as well, so I'm just having mixed emotions.

She nods.

That's the good thing about Kimberly, she doesn't pry.

I line up with the rest of the fourteen year olds, and watch the stupid video put up by our stupid escort 'Falcon James,' who has golden hair with sparkles in it, a purple suite, and extremely long eyelashes.

Geeze, it's like the Capitol dress code is (Must wear ridduclus colors at all times and must look like an idiot.)

It wouldn't surprise me.

"Alright, now that we've got that done, I shall call the girls names first," said Falcon, with a hint of excitement in his voice.

He walk's over and slowly grabs a name from the bottom.

He then holds the piece of paper for us all to see, and openes it.

"Stacy Gilleana," he reads.

I gasp loudly.

Out of probably three hundred girls, it's me that's chosen!

That must mean I'm either extremely lucky, or extremely unlucky.

I think it's way closer to extremely unlucky.

I step up slowly, and look back at Kimberly, who was sobbing.

"Don't volunteer!" I yell, because I see her ready to step up.

She look's at me, and she knows that it would break my heart.

She steps down, sobbing.

I see Mary with silent tears streaming down her face, and my mother, who was nosily sobbing.

I would fight for them, and I would win.

Cory's POV (District 5):

It's time for the Hunger Games, and I was terrified.

It is only my second year though, so don't think that I'm a wimp…

I am thirteen, and I have an amazing family.

I know I wont get reaped, because my mother would never allow it.

She told me herself.

I live with my mom and dad, and my older brother Jake.

Jake was helping my with my tie.

"You scared?" he asked.

I nod.

"Don't worry, you remember what mom told us," he said.

Like he need's to worry, he's nineteen.

"Yeah, but you're done, and I'm supposed to go into the square alone?" I asked.

He chuckled.

"I'll walk you in," he promises.

My mother comes in for an inspection.

She notices that I have a single piece of hair sticking up at the back of my head.

She smiles as uses this spray stuff to hold it down.

"Let's go," she says, kissing my forehead.

Jake and I walk down slowly, taking each regretful step after another.

When we get to the ropes, dividing family and kid, he turns and gives me a hug.

"Don't worry," he says, with a grin.

I nod, and put on a brave face.

He chuckles and walks over to watch by my mother and father.

I breathe in and walk over by my friend, 'Chad.'

"Hey man," he says, and pats my back.

"Hey," I say, and am unable to say anymore, due to nerves.

Just then, a lady with purple skin, a bright blue wig, and a glitter dress, steps forward.

"Hello, District 5, Happy Hunger Games, and may the odds be ever in your favour," she says, "I am your new escort, Talleuh Graimm, and I shall be picking your tributes. Ladies first."

She then proceeded to walk over to the giant class Capitol engraved bowl, and plucks a random name. "Trina Ebony."

I really felt sad, seeing such a tiny girl walk up on stage, bawling her eyes out.

It must have only been her first reaping.

The odds were most defiantly not in her favour.

I was standing there, watching people I knew cheer for this obviously terrified little girl.

She wasn't going to come home.

Then, in the middle of my pity party, I heard the name,

"Cory Darren," ring across the corridor.

I looked left and right, before taking a deep breath and walking up to the stage.

Just my luck.

"Congratulations, to our new District 5 tributes," said the lady escort.

It was only my second year being eligible for the games, and I guess I should be happy, because if I did come home, then I wouldn't have to worry about it.

I knew it was hopeless, but even in the darkest times, there should always be hope.

Wow, that was deep.

Jennifer's POV (District 7)

Is it odd that almost every year, a member of my family is reaped?

First, it was my mother, Susan, who unfortunately died in the bloodbath, then there was my older brother Greg, who almost made it to the final three, and then there was my cousion Amy, who was thrown in when she was only twelve, and now I think it's my turn.

It would be wrong if I told you that my family didn't deserve to be reaped, we were all very poor, and most of the people close to me have made the Capitol mad in some way

For example, my grandmother, who is a mentor for District 7, was the first to be reaped, and then she won by be-friending a mutt, and taking everyone down with it.

I personally think that was brilliant, but President Snow did not agree.

That is why it is always someone from my family, and I don't believe for a second that this year is going to be any different.

I was putting on a random shirt and a grey skirt, the only piece's of clothing I have without some sort of stain or hole, and then I walked with my little brother to the games.

"So, I bet it's going to be you," he snarled.

I rolled my eyes.

I seriously think that my little brother Sapp was sent to earth to torture me.

"Yeah, well, I'm keeping my fingers crossed anyway," said Sapp when I didn't answer.

I forced the tears that were threatening to fall away from his line of view, and then stepped in with the rest of the fifteen year olds.

I didn't listen to the escort 'Timothy Harlom,' the entire time, and only listened to the part where they were sure to pick my name.

"Jennifer Montgumary," he said, and I groaned.

My dad was sobbing in the stands, and Sapp was clapping.

Then, our escort called the name,

"Fredrick Griffin," and I gave the seventeen year old boy a sympathetic glance.

He had dark brown hair, and bright blue eyes. Fredrick also had on some glasses, and his face was covered with freckles.

He looked oddly different next to me, because I have bright red hair, and green eyes.

Oh well, I'm off to die.

Geo's POV (District 8):

The stupid Hunger Games were getting on my nerves.

My father, the major of District 8, was seriously going to punish me, all because I simply pulled a prank on our escort?

Okay, so, maybe it was a little rude to change Pompious usual red hair die and add a green chemical to it. So what?

Anyway, I was grounded for three weeks, and I was only aloud out of the house for the reapings, which were today.

I carefully fluffed my hair, and put on my tuxedo.

I always wore fancy clothes to the reapings, because my father was rich, and I had finally convinced him to let me die my hair bright blue, to match my eyes.

I consider myself handsome, and so did my girlfriend Alice.

Anyway, I walked into the square and stood to the right of my father.

Every year, I had to stand next to my dad, and watch as innocent children were sent to the unavoidable deaths.

I knew I had no chance of getting in, and I felt how the other kids at fifteen had fun and played, while I was stuck in the house, and how the other fifteen year olds looked so upset and worried.

Pompious then walked onto the stage and said,

"Happy hunger games, and may the odds be ever in your favour."

He then smirked at me, and turned on the Capitol approved video.

"Ladies first," said Pompious, who then walked over to the giant glass bowl and selected a random name.

"Gwen Lynch," he said, and then a sixteen year old girl walked up. She had brown hair in a short fashion, and blue eyes.

"Alright, and now, moving onto the boys," said Pompious.

I could have sword I saw him smirk at me.

"Geo Storm," he read, and there was a collective gasp.

I heard people murmuring.

"Him? Not possible!"

"Serve's him right!"

"Oh no!"

"He probably never saw it coming!"

My dad, however, cried out, "No! He only had one name in!"

I took a deep breath and walked onto the stage, flaunting the rest of the dignity I would need.

Courtney's POV (District 9):

Sometimes, I just can't stand these morons.

I was walking through District 9, and I suddenly decided to visit my dear friend, Lenard.

I walked into his house, and when his mother saw me, I snarled at her.

"Lenard is out at the moment, so get out," she said.

I hate that women.

She was convinced that I was a 'bad influence' on Lenard, all because I would beat him up if he got in my way.

I walked out and saw a girl who I hate, Linda.

She was a cowering little twelve year old, who always gets in the way of my daily episode of 'Who's the boss?'"Hi Linda," I say.

She look's at me.

"Please, I don't need this today," she says, and then tries to get out of my way.

I push her against a fence and smirk at her.

"Where do you think you're going?" I ask.

She roll's her eyes.

"Not today, Courtney," she says.

"What? You want to hit me? Do it," I say, teasing her.

"Fine!" she yells, and then tries to kick me. I saw that coming, and I shove her to the ground.

"Leave me alone!" she shouts.

"What's the fun in that?" I ask her, giving her a sly look.

I then pull her hair a tiny bit.

What I don't expect, is when she sends a sharp right hook towards my face, which connects with my jaw.

I take a step back, not out of pain, but out of surprise.

She takes that as a pretty good sign to run, so I don't bother to chase her.

Run she should.

You see, this is why all my friends are guys- they are easily manipulated, and I can say and do anything I want around them, because they know I would get back at them.

Oh well.

I put on just a t-shirt and jogging pants.

I didn't listen to a word our stupid Capitol minion had to say. I didn't even know their name.

I only watched the video, which made a lot on sense.

Let me confess something to you- I love the Hunger Games.

Every year, I practically glue myself to the television screen, and laugh as stupid tributes get picked off one-by-one.

I am thinking back to my favourite Hunger Games, when I hear, "Courtney Lamb," and I fist pump.

I then run up to the stage, and see that a guy named, "Xander" was called.

I'm about to go into the Hunger Games.

I'm about to win!

Brad's POV (District 10):

It was the worst day of my life so far.

Okay, so, my girlfriend Amber broke up with me, my mom was diagnosed with breast cancer, and it's the day of the reapings.

I looked at myself in the mirror.

I had blondish/reddish hair, hazel eyes, and some freckles.

I was pretty popular, and my hair was really weird.

I know I said it was blondish/reddish hair, but in the winter, it is flaming red, and in the summer, it's blondish, so since right now it's the middle of the summer, it's blondish/reddish.

It doesn't need to make sense.

I was pretty built, but not overly 'wow.'

I looked away from the mirror, and sighed.

Amber had been a great girlfriend, but I guess it's for the best.

She was always very demanding, and always wanted to do weird things, like use her dad's money to buy a jet ski.

And she had always been a little spoiled.

I should just face it- I was going to miss her.

I threw on some bark jeans and a blue sweater, and jogged down to the Town Square, where this years reapings were taking place.

"Welcome to the Sixty Eighth Hunger Games," read a banner behind our escort, Benjamin Pitt, and meanwhile, a video was being played.

"Alright, first the girls," said Benny.

"Jody Eartheart," he read.

"NO!" I cried.

Jody was my little sister, whom I loved more than anything in the entire world.

Jody gulped and looked around to me, and I noticed that she had tears running down her face.

"Someone volunteer!" I cried.

When nobody spoke up, Jody started sobbing and had to be put on the stage by peacekeepers.

"Well, that was exciting," said Benny with a giant smile.

I hated him in that moment, and I falsely hoped that I could be reaped just so I could get onto that stage and kick his ass.

Then I heard,

"Brad Eartheart," and I froze.

What were the odd's?I heard my mother sobbing, and Jody looked up.

I then realized that I could protect her, and she and I both knew that I would give my life for her.

I smiled, because now I knew that at least one of us could make in home, and I walked casually toward the stage.

I heard Ambers scream of, "I'M SORRY!" and I scoffed.

I didn't need her anymore, I didn't need anyone. I needed to cut my losses, forget everyone I have ever loved, and get on with my life- because my only purpose now, what to ensure that Jody lived.

Alex's POV (District 11):

I was just a normal fifteen year old, sitting in a tree, taking a nap, when my best friend, Jackson, came up and gave me a shove.

I fell to the ground and cursed.

"Jackson! Why would you do that!" I yell.

He was sniggering, still in the tree, so I grabbed his ankle and pulled him down next to me.

"Ah! I guess I deserved that," he sighed, dusting himself off.

"You think?" I ask.

He laughs and punches my shoulder.

"Dude, I didn't get much sleep last night, that wasn't cool," I tell him.

"Whatever, let's go, your dad sent me," he said darkly.

Only Jackson knew how horrible my dad was.

My dad would often beat me, for simple things.

For instance, I was almost melting in my room, so I turned on the fan, and he punched me.

I had a black eye, and now I knew most of the things that normal people do, piss him off.

"Alright, better get this over with," I sigh, and then run toward the house I can no longer call a home.

"Dad, I'm home," I say.

"GET UP INTO YOUR ROOM AND DON'T COMPLAIN! I NEED YOU TO LOOK PRESENTABLE FOR TODAY!" yelled my dad.

I murmur softly, "You don't have to yell," and he seizes me by the hair, pushing me against the wall.

"WHAT WAS THAT?" he asks.

"Nothing, dad, I'm sorry," I say softly.

He aims a hit at my arm, his fist having drawn back, and I squirm out of his grasp, run into my room, and slam the door, locking it.

I hear him come running up the stairs.

He pounds on the door with his fist.

"LET ME IN YOU UNGRATEFUL LITTLE WORM! I'LL TEACH YOU TO TALK BACK TO ME!" said my dad.

I then jumped out the two story window, and land on my ankle.

I hear a "Snap!" and I know that it's broken.

Nevertheless, I still run on it, my face twisted in pain.

I ran to the town square and just got there in time to hear,

"Alexander Wolff," and I freeze.

I quickly decide that it would be a hell of a lot better getting killed than beaten for the rest of my life, so I dash over to the stage.

I just then realize that it's a wonder that I am not shot for being late, because usually, any kid late for the reaping is either killed or wounded severely, which eventually leads to killed.

I guess that they were too busy trying to see what name would be called, because let's face it, they have sons as well.

Goodbye crappy life, hello instant death.

Fey's POV (District 12):

I was picking berries from the shrub in my backyard, when my boyfriend, James, came up behind me and hugged me.

"Hey," he said, kissing my cheek.

"Hi James," I say, giving him a smile.

"Are you nervous?" he asked.

He and I were both only fifteen, but we were pretty much enter twined, and we never go more than a day without seeing one another.

He laced his fingers through mine, and I gave him a kiss.

"I love you," he says.

"I love you," I reply.

"Fey, come here for a moment!" call's my mother.

She is honestly the best mother ever.

She must have seen me and James, because she gives me an apologetic glance.

James pretty much lives with us, he only goes home in the night, so we both were getting ready at my house.

James had already gotten ready, with his ember shirt, and his dark jeans, he looked very handsome.

I was pretty sure that I was the luckiest person in the world, but of course, every time I try and tell that to James, he protests that he is the luckiest person in the world, so we are forced to agree that we are equally lucky.

"Come on," says James, giving my hand a small squeeze.

I leave James in the kitchen, telling a joke to my mom, and I go upstairs and carefully put on a yellow sundress and matching yellow heels. I swept my dark hair to the side, and put on minimal makeup.

You see, my father is the Head Peacekeeper's right hand man, and we make just enough money to live in a comfortable fashion.

James, however, lived in the Seam, and had trouble getting simple things like food.

Which is why, I always send home a bundle of food to his house, because I don't want him buying things from the black market, which can be dangerous.

We keep each other happy and level, and were not afraid to correct each other.

I walk down the stairs and James smiles at me.

"You look beautiful," he whispers into my ear.

I give him a simple kiss on the lips and he takes my hand, walking both my little sister Jenny and I to the reapings.

Once we get there, I spot my twin brother, Brandon, who lives with our dad.

Brandon and I always got along, and I am very sad that he doesn't get along well with our mother, who kicked him out.

I still resent her for that, and mixed feeling come up as Brandon smiles at James and I.

We then silence because our escort, Effie, turned on a video 'all the way from the capitol.'

She actually follow's the video, and whispers word-for-word what the video states.

Then she says, "Ladies First," and calls,

"Fey Jolie," and I die just a little inside as I hear James' shout of,

"NO!"

I walk up to the stage, and don't bother to cover the tears that make their way down my face.

Then, she pulls out a name from the guys' ball, and calls.

"James Blunt," and I fall to my knees.

James looks shocked, but soon, a voice roars over the crowd,

"I volunteer!" and then I see Brandon dash to the stage.

He takes me into his arms, and I sobb.

Meanwhile, everyone from District 12 is wondering why the heck someone would volunteer.

"What's your name?" asks Effie.

"Brandon Jolie," says Brandon.

He then whispers to me,

"Don't thank me, I know it's what I had to do. You two deserve each other," and smiles.

I look over to James, who looks torn between shock, horror, and relief.

I know then that I must win, not for myself, but for the love of my life.

Sorry it took so long!

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-ForeverPotter17

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