District 2: The reaping

On May 12th, the district betted "most likely to win" was setting up the stage for this year's Reaping. Many proud mothers and fathers stood behind the ropes and beamed at their children as they lined up.

'Who is excited for this year's Hunger Games?' The escort of district 2 shouted like a pepped up cheerleader. The escort was in her mid-twenties and had bright pink hair.

The crowd of teens cheered and whooped as the young escort curtsied. She went to the female bowl of tributes and dunked her hand in. The tension strengthened as she pulled out a single piece of paper.

'Mia Matthews.' She announced. This Mia could not be more than 13 years of age, but her chest swelled up in pride.

'I volunteer as tribute!' a voice shouted from the front of the crowd. All eyes scanned to see fiery red hair step out into the space that segregated the men and women. Whispers and looks of worry broke out among the crowd as the wild-eyed, fiery girl made her way to stage.

Their escort gulped as she stomped her way. The volunteered was wearing a black tank top and camouflaged-pattern trousers, her red hair contrasting with the dark colours. The girls face was filled with revenge.

'What is your name, dearie?'

'Fire Keane.' She stated, her grey-blue boring into the crowd. Her presence was quite scary.

'Alright... and now! The men!'

The men held their breath as she took out a piece of paper.

'Bradley Calla.'

'I volunteer as tribute!' a muscular young man exclaimed.

He had dirty blond bangs, choppily cut at the back. As he stepped up onto the stadium, many sighs from girls could be heard. The sexy tribute gave them a smirk, sending them to their knees. But our female tribute merely rolled her eyes at his flirtatious ways. Her grey eyes connected with dark brown. The man was standing behind the ropes, already too old for entering. He gave her a small smile, which she returned.

'Ryan Ryland Bates, at your service.'

'Looks like we have a winning team! Happy Hunger games! And may the odds be ever in your favour!' winked the escort. She ushered the two to a door. There, four peacekeepers escorted the tributes to separate rooms to say goodbye.

Our fiery female sat in one of the hard couches anxiously. Two peacekeepers opened the door to the same dark brown eyed man and a blonde girl. Fire ran forward and embraced the man, before kissing him.

'Fire... I'm going to miss you so much! Please come back!' the man said, his dark chocolatey eyes boring into hers. She touched his face tenderly.

'Ron... Maia...' She whispered, 'I have to do this, for Catt. She'll want me to honour her!'

The brunette and blonde stared at each other and nodded.

'Oi! Time for them to go.' A rather burly peacekeeper growled as he started taking the pair away from the tribute. They started protesting.

'Hey!'

'Wait!

'Ron! I love you!' screamed Fire before the door slammed shut and silence took over.

Ryan sat patiently before the door burst to reveal his mother and father. His father was a rather muscular guy but age had taken a toll on him, his hip needing a crack every now and then. His mother was about an inch taller than his father and still very pretty.

Ryan looked up and smiled. His mother rushed forward and hugged her son as tightly as she could. Ryan chuckled as she still wouldn't let go when he stood up.

'Mother... let go please. I'm going to win for sure! Think of all the money I could get!' dreamed Ryan as he stared of into the distance. His mother and father exchange worried glances.

'Son... we love you and support your decision to go to the Hunger Games... just, be careful.' Advised the old man. Ryan gave his father a half-smile and hugged him.

'No sweat, dad. You can be sure that I will win!'

Two peacekeepers barged in and grabbed the parents. They gave their only son a sad smile before leaving the room. The young tribute sighed.