District 1 Reaping

There are still a few places left but because districts 1-4 are filled I thought I may get a move on with the reapings. If you only have one tribute or if you're just a reader who doesn't have any, you're quite welcome to create one. I've missed doing these reapings so I'm glad to be doing another SYOT. Enjoy the Chapter and May the Odds Be Ever in Your Favour!

Scout Parker POV

"Hey Scottie; listen, I need you to go get tesserae for me again" smirks Ryan Douglas, the biggest douche I know.

"Ryan, can't you get your own tesserae this time?" I sigh, even though I know what his answer will be.

He puts on a scared face.

"But w-what if I get reaped? I couldn't bear to slit all of the tributes' throats or decapitate them or… oh wait, I could. Except I'd rather do that to dumb inbreds who don't follow orders; get the message?" he growls.

When I stay silent he mutters "I thought so" and starts to walk away. You know what? Screw this.

"I'm not an inbred!" I yell.

Ryan and his friends (or bodyguards if you like) slowly turn around.

"Oh, is little Scottie getting a bit angry? Maybe he needs a time out. Boys" he gestures to his "friends" and before I know it I'm being picked up.

In front of a large, adoring crowd, they throw me in the dumpster where I'm covered in yesterday's tuna casserole. I hate district 1; all anyone cares about is those stupid hunger games and how we have to "bring honour to our districts." Everyone at my school hates me; except my best friend Alexis and my sisters Grace (10) and Onyx (18). Onyx doesn't care what anyone thinks of her and has dark purple hair so naturally sticks out like a sore thumb plus she doesn't behave like a district 1 girl. She enjoys being an outcast and likes weird music. Grace is too young to fit into any of the district 1 cliques yet i.e. the robots (aka district 1 normal) or the outcasts. Alexis is an outcast like me but only because we're friends. Since the games only began again last year, being popular in district 1 has just depended on your commitment to perfection which I can say Alexis has. After it sounds like the crowd has cleared, I pull myself out of the dumpster, lose my balance and fall in front of her.

"I always knew you'd be falling at my feet one day Scout" she laughs and then helps me up "Don't worry about it; Ryan is such a dick."

"Thanks Alexis. So how long until the reaping?"

"About 20 minutes; wanna do some last minute training?"

"Are you gonna force me either way?"

"See this kind of perception is why we're friends."

Whittier Lear POV

"Oh Danny; could I please use that dagger; this one's all rusty" I whimper weakly.

I unclip my hair and shake my head so the blonde curls flow perfectly over my shoulders. Danny blinks at me, slightly startled.

"I-I-I- sure" he hands me the dagger still in a dreamy state.

Honestly, some people need a taste of reality. But I'm not gonna be the one to give it to them if it gets me what I want. To be honest, it's easiest if I'm the only one who understands reality; it makes getting what I want so easy. Although this time, I have to get what I want by myself. This year I'm volunteering, and I'm certainly going to do a better job than Shimmer Starlight. Oh I don't deny her some glory for making it to 3rd place; its how she did it I despise. Never took anything down to a fair fight; always making some kind of pathetic advantage for herself. Frankly, the only sign during the whole process she had any skill was by getting a training score of 10. Any fool can shoot a bow and arrow at someone point blank. I mean I understand the use of manipulation better than anyone but I would have just flirted with that Phoenix boy until he killed everyone for me. If you behave like a bitch, everyone's always out for some kind of revenge. If you try and get someone else to do it, the blame is on them.

"Whittier!" someone calls.

I look down to see Lucy Rockwell, a 14 year old and decent knife thrower, looking up at me.

"What is it Lucy?" I ask impatiently.

"Well you see, my mum said if I don't volunteer this year, she'll throw me out and I haven't got anywhere to go. I know you're meant to be the one volunteering this year but, I was wondering if you'd let me instead" she explains.

"Look Lucy" I sigh "You're sweet. But sweet's good for selling girl scout cookies, not winning the hunger games, ok?"

"B-but my mum…"

"You're really starting to bug me Lucy; now get out of here before I take my dagger here, and slit your throat."

I say the last part in such an angry whisper, all she can do is wince and run away crying. Good; how dare she try and take my place in the games. She's got another 3 years to volunteer, little urchin. I see my friends Glamour and Heliotrope walking in as she runs out.

"Me-Ow girl; don't you think that attitudes gonna get you killed?" Glamour jokes.

"Who would kill someone as perfect as me?" I smile.

"So true!" my other friend Agate pushes past Glamour and Heliotrope and runs right up to me.

"Hi Agate" I says pushing him back a little.

Agate's been in love with me for years. Sadly, to me love in measured in strength and poor Agate's… well, kind of scrawny. When a man can manage a dagger as well as I can, then we'll talk.

"So you ready for the reaping?" Glamour asks.

"Please; was I ever not ready?" I reply.

Scout Parker POV

"Don't worry; you won't get picked!" Alexis is reassuring me on the way.

"Are you kidding? If I had a nickel for every time someone made me get tesserae for them, I'd be the richest boy in district 1" I groan sadly.

"Really; richer than the Lears?"

We look over at Whittier Lear, daughter of Calico Lear, owner of Lear furniture. They're a pack of arrogant snobs who pretty much represent everything Alexis and I hate.

"Well that would be a struggle. Anyway, Ryan or someone will probably volunteer so even if I am picked, I should be fine."

I say bye to Alexis and tell her to meet me at my house after school. Then I get into the crowd and the reaping starts.

"Hey guys, so that time has come again where pick the people going into the arena" beams Elina Blossom, the district 1 escort "So let's get right down to it. Boys first this time; and the lucky fella is… Scout Parker!"

I stand very still for a moment, giving people a few seconds to volunteer.

"Come on Scottie, you little wimp" calls out Ryan and at least 99% of the crowd laughs.

I'm shoved and shoved until I'm in that in between bit where the peacekeepers stand. So many of them hate me; but I didn't think they wanted me dead.

Whittier Lear POV

A pathetic looking, district 12 worthy boy takes the stage; oh it's him. Nobody likes this guy and I have to ally with his sorry ass? Great; well maybe he'll be easy to manipulate. Anyway, on we go.

"And now the pretty little girl whose gonna be a tribute is… Miss Lola Bronx!" as Elina says her name, a dark haired inbred looking girl with glasses appears "Are you kidding me with this shit?"

"I VOLUNTEER AS TRIBUTE" I sprint up to the stage without a second to lose, then waving to the crowd.

They all know me; my daddy owns Lear Furniture.

"I'm Whittier Lear!" I hold my hands up and listen for the applause.

Ah, I don't care much about the spotlight but sometimes it's good to get something you deserve. Don't ya think?

Scout Parker POV

"Oh Scout; I'm so sorry! I should have volunteered" Alexis cries into my t-shirt.

"No, I would have never forgave you if you did and you know it" I respond viciously blinking away tears myself.

My two sisters come in soon after and we say goodbye, knowing it'll probably be the last time. Grace hands me a silver chain and skips away joyfully, but I see a tiny tear drop down her pink cheeks. Just before Onyx leaves she hugs me.

"Ok, so I haven't exactly been the most amazing older sister but between you and me, you have skills. Hide them, you hear me? The weaker they think you are, the less they'll expect it when you slit their throats, and yes I mean the Careers. Knock em dead Scout!" she pats me on the back and leaves.

Whittier Lear POV

"Girls, I'm gonna miss you so much" I say as we have a group hug "I'll be back soon."

The leave soon after and my parents come in.

"I'm so proud of my little beauty ninja!" giggles my mom.

"You're wearing our ring right sweetie?" my dad looks at my hand hopefully.

I flash the diamond at them; it hits the light along the way revealing the carefully cut "Whittier" in the diamond. They leave the room holding hands and I look at my diamond again. Not much can cut a diamond; only something that's full on deadly. Something like me.

So I hope you liked the first reaping; it was fun to write. It's rare I like both tributes in a district the same (even with the district 3 twins last time I had a favourite) but this time I do. The district 2 reaping should be up later this week. Ah, back to the old routine m'dears. Don't forget to submit a tribute if you have 0 or 1. Don't worry if you have 2; I'd rather not have anyone with 3 tributes this time.