A/N: District 1 reapings are exciting. So, from now on, at the beginnings of the chapters, we'll be telling you guys who is writing for who. So I, Annabeth, who shall from here on out be writing in bold is writing for Shannon.

And I, Lulubell, who will be writing in italics, will be writing for Spark. Now you know who to complain to. Or who to thank.

Thanks to me, Annabeth-TheTributeThatLived for Shannon...

And YoshiMaster736 for Spark.

Most arresting, most heart-stopping
Most free flowing, most eye-popping
Dress has always been my strongest suit
~Aida

Shannon Belle (18) POV

District 1 female

"How about this one?" Mona asks, holding up a blue sundress with yellow flowers.

"That's great if you're into looking like a toddler," I say, condecendingly. "Try this one."

I toss my friend a pale purple dress, followed by a pair of strappy white heels. She ducks into my bathroom to try it on, and I pull on a short white dress. I look in the mirror and try to catch it at a few different angles. Why did I think I could wear white? White makes everyone look fat.

I rip the dress off and opt for a shimmering hot pink one that falls to my knees. I look back into the mirror and smile. Much better. I pull on some silver pumps and pound on the door of the bathroom.

"Mona!" I call. "Hurry up!"

"I can't get it to work!" she says.

I open the door and help my struggling friend with her zipper.

"You look gorgeous," she says. "Pink is totally your color."

"I know," I say, flashing a grin. "And purple's yours. Did you bring your makeup?"

"No," she says, sarcastically. "I was just gonna go like this."

"Just making sure," I say.

We cross to my vanity and begin fixing our faces until my mom calls us down for breakfast. We walk down the stairs and make our way into the kitchen.

"You girls look beautiful," my mom says with a forced looking smile.

"They look like whores," my sister, Jessica says. "Prosti-tots."

"Prosti-tot?" I ask.

"Well, you're not old enough to be a real prostitute, are you?" she asks, rolling her eyes. "I'm sure if you were, you'd be long down that road."

"Jessica!" my mother scolds.

"It's the truth," Jess says, taking a bite from her waffle. "Eat, you're a fucking twig."

"Language!" my mom says, seeming hysterical.

"I'd rather not have carbs for breakfast," I say, wrinkling my nose. "Mona and I are gonna get to the reaping early. We'll see you there."

"Thanks anyway, Mrs. Belle," Mona says, apologetically.

"Mona, come on," I say. "I want to be able to get to the stage first."

"Wait, you're volunteering?" Jess asks, softening.

"Yeah, I told you about this weeks ago," I say. "Don't you remember?"

"Sorry, I don't keep track of all the stupid shit my little sister does," she says.

"When have I ever done stupid shit?" I ask, incredulously.

"If I told you everything you've ever done, we'd be here all day" she says.

"We've got time," I say. "Mona, grab a chair."

"Okay, well, to start, you're volunteering," she says.

"Because I'm prepared!" I exclaim.

"You're wearing that," she says.

"If you've got it, flaunt it," Mona says, smirking.

"Shannon doesn't have anything," Jess says. "Maybe she would if she didn't throw up after every meal."

"Jessica!" I shout in unison with Mona and my mom.

"I'm done," I say. "Mona, we're leaving."

Spark Payett (17) POV

District 1 male

I wake up to my father shaking my shoulder. I'm immediately wide awake as I remember what day it is, the day I begin the biggest competition of all. I stretch as my father tells me that my breakfast is ready; fruit, with bacon, eggs, and toast with peanut butter. I'm trying to get used to eating more food so I don't get as sick as the girl from District 4 a few years back while I'm in the Capitol. She was a total ditz. I sit up and stretch some more, and then I can't contain myself. I jog down the stairs into our kitchen. I want to eat quickly; the reaping starts in an hour and I want to arrive a little early, however, my mother wants to actually talk.

"Good morning, sweetie." She starts. "How are you feeling?" She seems genuinely concerned, but I think it's more for my mental health than physical health.

"I'm fine mom." I reply, rolling my eyes at her. She gives me a disbelieving look. She is extremely against me volunteering today, but my dad talked her into it. After all, this is my life's dream, and I would never be happy knowing I missed my chance.

"I'll be fine today, too. I can do this." I really wish my mom would have some faith. I can do this.

"I know you can." She replies. "I just wish you'd wait one more year. You could get that extra year of training in before everything becomes so... real."

"Mom, relax. I'll be turning 18 before I even get into the arena, and this might be my last chance to volunteer."

"I know, it's just-" I cut her off.

"Look, mom. I have to go finish getting ready so I can get to the reaping on time. We can talk later." Obviously this is a lie, because we'll only have a few minutes later, and that will be within the walls of the justice building.

After I finish off my last bite and down the rest of my water, I bolt back upstairs to take a shower. It must be the fastest shower of my life and then I'm standing in my room in nothing but a towel. I pull on some flexible black dress pants so that I can quickly move to the stage, as well as a white button down and a blue suit jacket. I look myself up and down in a mirror, and I think I look pretty damn gorgeous. With my short blonde hair and sky blue eyes, it's pretty hard for me not to notice the whispers, and it doesn't hurt that I'm 6" and 173 pounds of muscle. Not that the stares really mean anything. Everyone knows that I don't care enough about actual humans. I just want to win these games.

My father calls up, saying the reaping starts in 20 minutes, and I reach over to a table and carefully put on my father's old watch. My token. Then, I am flying out the door.

Shannon Belle (18) POV

District 1 female

Mona and I get to the square right on time. After getting our fingers pricked, we walk confidently to the 18 year old girl section, waving at any boy who looks interested. We spend the next five minutes waiting for the escort to get to the stage, and talking about the other girls here. Mostly how they're dressed.

"Is she really wearing a trench coat?" Mona asks, pointing to a blonde in red.

"That's not as bad as Miss Black hoodie," I say, gesturing to a brunette. "Someone's been watching too much old TV."

Before too long, our escort, Pixie saunters up to the stage, clad in a shimmering pink, blue and green tutu set. Her blonde ringlets are in two high pony tails with pieces dyed pink, blue and green to match her skirt. The entire hairdo is finished off in silver glitter hairspray. She teeters slightly in her high pink heels, before allowing the mayor to read the Treaty of Treason. She takes choppy, uneven steps to the girl's reaping bowl. Maybe when I get to the Capitol, I can teach her how to properly walk in heels.

"This year's female tribute is..." she hesitates, before pulling out a slip from the bowl. "Mona Luxe! Where's Mona?"

I meet my friend's eye and die laughing. I was going to volunteer anyway, so the fact that my best friend was reaped is just kind of hysterical. Since I was picked by the academy to volunteer, I take my time volunteering, knowing that no one would try to get in my way.

"I volunteer!" I call between laughs. "I volunteer as tribute!"

I walk quickly up to the stage so as not to hold the reaping up any longer than we already have. The academy chose a 17 year old boy named Spark to volunteer this year, and I know enough about him to know that he has a temper, and I don't want to be the reason he throws a bitch fit on the train.

"What's your name, sweetheart?" Pixie asks.

"Shannon Belle," I respond, flashing my patented smile.

"A beautiful name for a beautiful girl," she responds. I resist the urge to roll my eyes. That sounds like something my dad would say.

"And now, for the male tribute," she beams. "This year, District 1 will be represented by... Ace Stage!"

"Like hell it will!" Spark shouts. "I volunteer as tribute!"

He walks slowly up to the stage, probably to give the camera more time to focus on him. He does know that everyone gets the same amount of time, right? Whatever extra time he's giving himself will just be edited out later.

Once he reaches the stage, I actually do roll my eyes. He's wearing sweats. Sweat pants to the Reaping, how tacky can you get?

"What's your name, young man?" Pixie asks.

"Spark," he says. "Spark Payett. I'd remember that, if I were you. It won't be the last time you hear it."

"District 1, your tributes for the 250th Hunger Games, Shannon Belle and Spark Payett!" she trills. "Shake hands, you two."

I extend my hand, and try something. He takes my hand in a death grip, and I pretend to trip over my heel, causing the neckline of my dress to dip down a bit. I catch him staring, and feel his grip on my hand soften. In return, I squeeze his hand as hard as I can, and he noticably flinches. I meet his eye and smirk.

Maybe now, he'll learn not to judge a book by its cover.

Spark Payett (17) POV

District 1 male

I never really Paid attention to Shannon in training this year, but now I'm wishing I had. She's... something. I don't quite know what to make of her. I don't have long to ponder this anyways, as my parents burst through the door. My mom wraps her arms around me, crying quietly into my shoulder. I don't understand why she seems so upset, she knew I would volunteer. As my mom holds me, my father starts giving me instructions over her shoulder.

"When you meet the tributes from 2 and 4, you have to show them who's in charge immediately, otherwise one of the others will take over, and you'll just be one of them. Show them that you are a leader, not a follower. And don't get distracted." He must be referring to the little stunt the girl had pulled earlier. I wouldn't let anything as little as boobs keep me from winning.

"You don't have to worry about that." I say, smirking. Then I address my mother.

"I won't let anything keep me from winning. This won't be the last time you see me."

And that is the last thing I say to my mother. For the foreseeable future.

Shannon Belle (18) POV

District 1 female

"What the hell, Shannon?!" Jessica exclaims. "It's not enough that you volunteered, but you had to laugh about it? Now everyone's gonna think you're insane."

"Calm down," I say. "It was just funny that Mona was reaped. The Capitolites will figure out that I'm sane soon enough."

"I wouldn't exactly call you sane, Shan," Jessica says, softening.

"Jess, be nice," my mom says, smiling.

"Where's dad?" I ask, quietly.

"He had to work," Mom says, grimly.

"Right," I say. God, I had to be such an idiot to think that he'd show up. But no, he's always working. Work is obviously more important than family.

"Do you have a token?" Mom asks.

"Yeah," I say, flashing my silver charm bracelet.

"Good," Jess says. "You need something to remember home when you're in there."

"Time's up," a Peacekeeper says. "She has more visitors."

"I love you," Mom says.

"I'll see you both after I win," I say. "I promise."

Mom heads out the door, and Jessica goes after her, giving my hand a quick squeeze on her way out. My family is replaced relatively quickly with Mona and my other friends, Tiffany, Scarlet, Priscilla and Tabitha.

"That was fantastic!" Piscilla says, running her newly manicured fingers through her straightened, coffee brown hair, that looks like a more damaged version of Mona's. Her green eyes are wide with excitement, and I know she's only thinking about her own future. Priscilla has always been the princess of our group, and she's probably in love with the idea of being friends with a future victor.

"Really though," Tiffany says.

"When you get back, you can have any guy you want," Tabitha contributes. Tiffany and Tabitha are sisters. Tiffany's 18, like me, Mona and Priscilla and Tabitha is 17, like Scarlet. They both have the same blonde hair as me, and we're all often mistaken for sisters. My hair is in blonde ringlets, Tabitha's in wavy and Tiffany's in dead straight. They both have green eyes, but Tiffany's are more blue and Tabitha's are more hazel.

"She already can," Scarlet says. "Are you sure you're actually ready for the Games?"

Scarlet is the black sheep of the group. She has lineage in District 5, so her hair is firey red, like her name would suggest. Her eyes are big and brown, unlike the rest of us who all have green eyes. She's never cared much about makeup or fashion, but she's definitely the smartest of all of us.

"Positive," I reassure her. "And even if I wasn't ready, there isn't much I could do about it now."

"That's true," Mona says. "Don't worry, we'll get a bunch of people to sponsor you."

"That's so sweet," I say.

"We will," Tiffany says. "Everyone will be tripping over themselves to sponsor you."

The Peacekeeper comes back, poking his head through the cracked door.

"Your time is up," he says. "Miss Belle, you have one more visitor."

"Bye guys," I say. "I'll see you in a few weeks."

My friends file out of the room, and once they're gone, a boy around my age walks in.

"You're Shannon, right?" he asks.

"Yeah," I say, raising an eyebrow. "Who's asking?"

"I'm Alabastor," he says. Now I know who this is. He's in my grade at school, and he's been pestering Mona to go out with him for a while. Plus, Tabitha has a massive crush on him. "I recognized you from training. You're pretty hot, so I was thinking-"

"No," I cut him off.

"W-What?" he asks.

"No," I repeat. "Get out."

He stands there dumbly, staring at me.

"Go bother one of my friends," I say.

He still just stands there, so I call for the Peacekeeper to take him out.

A/N: Hi. Its Lulubell. I hope you liked Spark's POVs! Especially you, YoshiMaster736.

I hope you liked Shannon's too. She's so fun to write for, I can't even. Also, I've been meaning to address this: We don't have weapons on the sponsor list because they're hardly ever given in the books, and they're sponsored all willy nilly in fanfiction. Finnick's trident was the most expensive gift ever given in the history of the Games, and we're trying to stick with that.

Questions! Each question is worth one point.

1) What do you think of these characters?

2) Who did you like better, Spark or Shannon?

3) What did you like about them?

4) What didn't you like about them?

5) Predictions?