Here you all go. I wasn't in a writing mood but thanks to Steyse y'all get a new chapter sooner!

(District four reapings Layota Wolfe's P.O.V)

I wake up with a smile and Hades licking my face. I gently shove her off and run my hand through his long fur.

It's reaping day today. I'm going to volunteer and win the games. That way I can get out of this stupid community home and into the victors village.

There's a knock on the door and one of the stupid caretakers peeks in. "Up. Up. Up! It's reaping day!" She says in a way to perky voice.

"I know it's reaping day I'm not an idiot." I mutter as I get up.

She rolls her eyes. "Why so moody? You should be happy!"

"Because I'm not an airhead like you."

Her eyes narrow "Don't be late for breakfast." She turned and left the room slamming the door behind her.

I look at Hades. "She's dumb isn't he? I'll show them when I win. And you get to come with me!" he barks in agreement and I smile.

I love Hades. He's my best and only friend.

I walk over to my drawer and open it. I grab a pair of blue jeans, and a red t-shirt. I ignore the nagging voice inside my head telling me that I might not win. I shrug on my clothes and grab my hairbrush.

I brush out my brown hair with its natural red highlights then pull it back into a ponytail. I grab the wooden dog brush and brush out Hade's pitch black fur. I take about ten minutes on it and by the time I'm done it looks silky smooth.

I grab a leather collar and fashion it around his neck. I call him over and look in the mirror. We both look amazing however I look slightly weak.

I shrug it off. They have no idea.

I walk downstairs to the kitchen and ignore the other children. I sit down at the table and take a bite of the thick oatmeal. I gag.

Ugh is this even food? I doubt it. I hear a small voice and glance up. "H-Hi." Twelve year old Rose squeaks.

I don't bother to reply. "I'm Rose." She continues to pester me.

I glance up. "Go away little twerp. I'm not in the mood to be bothered by a freak."

She bites her lip and her eyes well up. I shoot her one last glare then she runs off. Hmph I smirk. Wouldn't last one minute in the games.

I finish eating my oatmeal then walk to the door. I don't bother calling for Hades he'll follow me anyhow. I shrug on the worn leather loafers from my cubby and walk with the rest of the kids to the square. I lean back and pet Hades while we wait for noon.

(James Thronehawe's P.O.V)

I yawn and wake up. I look at the clock and wince. I have only have an hour to get ready! .

I jump out of bed and head downstairs. For a brief second I debate just not going but I know that would get me killed for sure. I eat a quick breakfast made out of fish I caught and bread that I made from the tesserae.

I sigh looking at mom's picture. Her death drove dad mad. Now he's in the mental institute.

I walk back to my room and open my dresser drawer. I grab a pair of dirty trousers and my collared shirt. I throw it on and roll up the sleeves. I grab a pair of suspenders and toss it on over my outfit.

I walk to the bathroom and splash some water on my face. I grab a worn dish towel and get it wet. I wash my face and neck then grab my comb. I run in through my wavy crimson hair and admire the way the light catches my blond streaks.

I run to the door and put on my old leather shoes. I walk out and run into my friend Carter. "Hey man!" He laughs and playfully slugs my shoulder.

"Hey." I reply.

He looks around nervously and lowers his voice "I hope I don't get reaped. If I do I don't know who will look after my family."

"Don't worry its district four I'm sure someone would volunteer for you."

He nods "I hope so."

"Someone will I promise." I say rubbing the coin that my brother gave me before he died.

He nods and we head to the table where they prick our fingers. I wince slightly then go stand with the other boys.

Our escort clears her throat and titters. "Welcome ladies and gentleman to another esteemed hunger games" I tune out as she reads out the treaty of treason. Then tune back in once she draws the name.
"Carter Chase."

He can't go into the games. His family will starve.

I step up calmly and say. "I volunteer as tribute." I walk up to the stage and he walks down.

(From Layota's P.O.V)

I calmly regard the other tribute. Won't be too hard, easy kill. I don't bother listening the name just volunteer and walk up. Victory will be mine.

The escort takes our hands and thrusts them up in the air. "I present you with this year's tributes, more volunteers as usual, Layota Wolfe and James Thornehawe!" Everyone cheers and I smirk. They love me.

Sorry this chapter… Well sucks. I wasn't in a writing mood but knew you wanted a new chapter. So enjoy and R&R!