Juliana Crane's POV:

"What the…" I pause as I slowly stand up, a brutal pain in the back of my head.

"Where am I?" I look around, slowly managing to remember…ah yes, last night. When I tried chasing that little boy. What was his name?...Danny? Damn he was quick. I smile to myself as I make my way outside the disused barn. Then it hits me. Dad.

I run as fast as I possibly can towards my home. Maybe he's not up yet. Maybe I can sneak inside…

I was wrong. Just as I approach the front door I find my Dad walking down the steps from the entrance.

"Ah yes, Juliana. My daughter. And what time do you call this?"

"10ish" I smile, shrugging my shoulders.

"Get inside and get ready for the reaping. I don't have time for your wit"

"Are you going…you know, to watch the reaping?"

"What, of course not! I have a business to run, I'll see you later"

And just like that he's away, walking off toward his precious business. I shake my head as I run inside, and quickly into my room. Lying on my bed I find a nice pair of jeans and a beautiful black top. I smile as I quickly slip into it, before taking a quick look in the mirror. The top greatly contrasts my pale skin and blonde hair, leaving me looking even paler than usual. I look…brighter though. Then I think of what I'm actually doing this for. Why does it matter how I look, it's all just for those stupid games anyway. I sigh as I quickly leave my house and run out onto the street, where I find loads of children heading to the reaping. 'Quicker I get this over with, the better'.

"Haha, look at him squirm!"

What? I look around me quickly, trying to find the source of the voice. And then I see him, Jorge. He's just standing there, laughing at the 12 year old boy he's holding upside down. I'll teach him.

"Hey Jorge" I shout, lifting and throwing a stone in his direction.

"What do you want Juliana?" He screams, dropping the boy from his grasp.

"Why don't you pick on someone who's actually fit to handle you!"

"You're not seriously telling me to chase you instead?"

"Why, afraid you'll not be fit for me" I smirk. This should be fun.

"Hey, I'm not going to touch you" he sighs, before turning and walking away.

"Of course not, you couldn't catch me!"

"Just shut up would you!" he screams back at me. I can't help but smile, it's working.

"You gonna make me?" I ask, bringing my finger to my lips while I rub my foot into the gravel on the ground.

"You know what, fine" he shouts, as he begins running towards me. I just smile, standing there as he approaches. But then, at the last second, I dodge to the side, tripping him up as I do so, causing him to land in a heap in the ground.

I raise my arms in the air and laugh as the crowd now gathered around me cheers. They suddenly gasp however when I find myself pinned to a nearby wall by none other than Jorge.

"You little brat, I'll teach you not to mess with the boys in this district!"

I cough at the grip he has around my throat. I need a plan. Fast.

"But Jorge, I only wanted your attention"

I try my best to sound sincere, but it isn't easy with his hand still gripping my throat. Thankfully, it lets up as I speak.

"R…Really?"

"Of course…who wouldn't want someone like you?"

Just as I say that, I take my opportunity, kneeing him in the groin. I smile as I watch him collapse to the ground.

"See you later Jorge!"

Atlas Soverign's POV:

Today is the day. The day I exact my revenge. The day my sister, may finally rest in peace. I slowly sit up in my bed, just as I hear my mother calling form downstairs.

"Atlas, breakfast's ready!"

They refuse to give up on me. I trudge downstairs, and sit quietly down at the table.

"So son, anything exciting planned for the day?" My father asks.

"I'm volunteering for the games today Hitch" I reply. I do not call him dad. He is not my father.

"But…you…" I continue to eat the small meal set out before me as Hitch struggles to say anything. Suddenly there is a loud bang and I turn to see Dian (my mum) standing perfectly still, her arms extended and a broken plate smashed on the floor beneath her.

"You can't, I don't think I can bear to lose another child!" she screams.

I slowly stand up and approach her, staring right into her eyes.

"Your other child was lost years ago" I simply state it to her, before leaving the room and walking upstairs.

Searching my drawers, I pull out an old pair of jeans and a simple t-shirt and quickly slip it on. I could not care less what I'm wearing. I run a hand through my chocolate brown hair and sigh, before casually walking downstairs and outside the house. I can't help but notice Dian and Hitch as I walk through the kitchen, holding each other as they cry.

Walking outside, I notice a large boy lying on the ground, holding his crotch in pain. I smirk as I walk past him, wondering what happened. I soon approach the reaping, and stand in line with the other 17 year old boys. I watch as a young girl named Juliana is reaped and walks up to the stage. Only 15 years old, and facing a death sentence, I almost feel sorry for her. Almost.

"I volunteer!" I yell as my chance arises, before being escorted to the stage.

A/N's

Ah…firstly, sorry for the long delay…school is…time consuming to say the least. I will try to update faster, but for now, please read and enjoy. Oh and happy new year!