District 4!

Dahlia POV

I look at the target in front of me and tilt my head to the get the perfect aim. I throw my knife hard and hit the target. Perfect. I hear all the older kids gasp around me and I smirk. It's not everyday a 12 year old is better than you. My trainer, Penelope, gives me a grin and then starts to fire some flying birds. I quickly grab the bow and arrows, and shoot.

"Good, you've got perfect aim. All you need to do is be quicker." She says.

"Quicker?" I ask sharply.

"Yes, if there was a tribute after you, they would kill you. You need to be faster." She says.

"Whatever." I huff. I grab my bag from the ground and begin to walk away. But as a last thought I grab the knife from the kid behind me and snap around. I throw the knife hard on the target. Penelope was getting the knives out of the board so the knife is in between her fingers, barely missing her finger.

"Fast enough for you?" I yell and storm out of the training center.

I stomp all the way to my home that is all the way by the coast. I walk into the sea green house and slam the door.

"Watch it!" my 19- year-old brother, Roger shouts from the living room. I snort and walk into the kitchen. My twin 12-year-old brother, Darren, is in there no doubt working on something.

"Hey, geek." I say and slap him upside the head.

"Anger issues." He mumbles but I still hear him.

I slam the fridge door. "What did you just say?" I shout.

"You. Have. Anger. Issues." He states. That does it.

I come around the counter corner and yank him off his seat. He shouts at me but I ignore him. I pull back his head with his hair and twist his arm behind him. He shouts in pain.

"I would shut the hell up if I was you." I say.

"Mom! Dad!" he shouts and mom and dad come bounding down the stairs. They see our position and instantly glare at me.

"Dahlia Taylor Bryson, leave your brother alone and go get ready!" my mother shouts. I sigh and roughly shove Darren away.

"Fine." I grunt.

I run up to my room and get dressed. I put on a pair of white pants and a blue tank top with blue sandals. I pull my auburn hair out of its bun and let my curly locks flow. My sea green eyes stand out against my tan skin. I sigh and run down the stairs.

"I'm leaving." I state plainly and leave, not bothering to wait for them.

I walk towards the square looking up at the square. When I get there I sign in and walk to the 12 year old girls section. I impatiently wait for our escort, Marble Locks, to come out. When she finally does come out I just tune her out. When the time comes for the girls, it is the moment I've been waiting for all my life. What I've been training for since I was 4.

"Jenny Weber!" she shouts.

What? I took tesserae just because I wanted to be picked! A girl comes out from the 14 year old section and I instantly hate her.

I jump forward and yell, "I volunteer as tribute!"

Sawyer POV

I look around my group of friends as they all laugh about a joke I said. I smile to myself; we can still have fun on Reaping day.

"Ok, well I better get home." I say. They all groan and I laugh.

I get off my seat and walk towards my home where my brother, Cale, and sister, Claire, will be waiting. I get home and see my parents trying to calm the twins . I laugh and the twins smile at me.

"Hey, mom." I say as I walk towards our kitchen.

"Hey Sawyer. Have fun?" she asks.

"Yeah, I did." I say. I brad an apple and bite into it.

"Go get ready." She commands.

"Yes mom." I say and march to my room, but not before my dad ruffles my sandy blonde hair.

I run to my room and put on a pale blue shirt that barely covers my tattoo of the sun. and tuck it into black slacks. The pale blue shirt makes my light green eyes pop, and my tan skin, from working outside all my life, stand out.

I walk back to everyone else and see they are ready. They get up and we start walking out of the house and towards the square.

On our walk to the square we pass by a couple of cute girls and every time I see them I wink at them and they blush. My mom laughs at me and my dad usually says stuff along the lines of, "That's my boy." I usually laugh.

We get to the square and I sign in. I go to the 17-year-old boys section and wait for our escort, Marble, to come out. I look around the square and stop when I see a group of girls staring at me. I smile and wave. The wave back and I pull a goofy face that makes them burst with laughter. I smile and look ahead to see Marble walking on.

"Welcome to the 64th Reaping!" she shouts. "Let's get started." She shouts and goes over to the girls' bowl.

"Jenny Weber!" she shouts. Huh, I've never heard that name before. But she doesn't get much time because a girl jumps out of the 12 year old section.

"I volunteer as tribute!" the girl yells.

She walks forward to her spot on the stage.

"What's your name sweetie?" Marble asks bending down to her height.

"Dahlia Bryson." She states confidently, with her head held high.

I think I know her brother. His name his Roger, I think. We used to be buddies.

"Sawyer Coleman!" Marble shouts. I was so lost in thought that I didn't notice she started the boys.

"Let's get this party started!" I whisper shout, causing a few boys to laugh quietly. I walk towards the stage while smiling goofily.

"The tributes of District 4!" Marble shouts.

District 4 everybody! I'm sorry I didn't post when I said I would, I was in the hospital. But anyway, review please!

-Em:)