~ District Two Reapings ~

Name: Jamie Valyrian
Age: 18
Occupation: Future Tribute
Location: District Two - Masonry

I watched as a thick rubber knife fly past my nead. It ricocheted from the light gray walls and it bounced on the floor. I smirked. The stupid girl thought she could take me down. She is so retarded. How can someone ever beat me? Especially a girl? I am over six feet tall, physically stronger, faster, and smarter. Those traits create the best survival machine ever.

Right now, I was participating in a mini Hunger Games tournament. The winner of the tournament wins free food for one year, and gets the privilege to volunteer for this year's Games. And I am currently in the final eight.

"Hey, Jenna. What's the purpose of challenging me? You are basically quitting the tournament if you go against me." I grinned.

She didn't respond. I quickly pulled out a lightweight spear from my powder-blue sheath. I brought my arm back, then I pushed my arm forward really fast. The dull-tip of the spear hit her squarely in the chest. A fake-cannon sound was made, representing her elimination.

"I hope you lose, you ass." Jenna sneered.

I just ignored her. I shouldn't let other people like that whore drag me down.

Two more cannons echoed. A boy and a girl were finished off by the rest of my teammates.

Even though all the competitors were from District Two, all of us were assigned a different district, except for me and my partner, Clear Wellington.

There were six of us left. Clear, the girl from One, both from Four, the boy from Three, and just plain old me.

I winked at Clear, and I pretended to slice Crystal's (the girl from Four) throat. She gasped. Crystal's partner, Rocky, glared at me.

"You, asshole! We all promised that we wouldn't break up the alliance until we finished off the rest!"

"No foul language!" a judge warned, ruining the whole entire thing for me.

"Oh, shut up, Rocky!" the girl from One giggled. The blond-haired girl blew a dart into his neck, and he was officially out of the game. Rocky cursed, and he violently threw his fake knife across the room.

Clear grinned mischievously at me, then, she finished off the girl from One by throwing a fake knife into her chest.

"Ugh." she stomped away.

"Hi, Harold!" Clear said cheerfully. She raised a rubber machete over the boy from Three's head. Before she could kill him off, I whipped out a fake knife, and pretended slice her throat. She stiffened.

"Game over." I whispered seductively.

"Jen's right. You are an ass. You promised you would take me to the final two."

"Hey, babe, it's all part of the game. I need to prove myself." I said gently.

"Don't 'babe' me. I'm not even your girlfriend. And you want to prove yourself? You already did. You proved to everyone that you are a greedy liar."

Clear stomped away.

Harold scrambled for the knife, but I simply stepped on him, and skewered him with my fake-spear. His cannon fired.

Clear was a bitch. She's just jealous that I basically won since Harold was a weakling. He never had a chance against me, especially Clear. And she's a girl.

"Congratulations to Jamie Valyrian for winning the Academy prelims!" the announcer said in a deep voice.

Hearing those exact words made me smile. I suddenly forgot about my anger.

"Thanks, but I'm gonna bounce. Late for the Reapings."

I simply grabbed the certificate, and ran out of the Training Center. While walking to the Town Square, I quickly changed into my simple clothes, not caring if someone spotted me in my tight boxer briefs. Besides, I look good enough to be an underwear model.

After signing in, the Reapings had already started. I was just in time for the girls' Reaping.

"Roxanne Ainsley!"

A girl with long brown hair volunteered. She grabbed the microphone, and made a short speech which actually made me laugh. I liked this Brooklyn girl.

When it came to the guys' Reaping bowl, I was already halfway up the stage.

"I won the prelims, so that means no could volunteer for me." I smirked.

"Oh, so your the lucky one who won the prelims? Congratulations! Shake hands with Brooklyn."

"Congratz." the brunette smiled.

Name: Brooklyn Martinez
Age: 17
Occupation: Future Tribute
Location: District Two - Masonry

Divergence. That's one word that totally represents me. But I am not one of those career-tributes who completely hate the Games, and always ends up dying. The Hunger Games is great, really. But there could have been a little diplomatic approach to keep the districts in line. We don't really need other teenagers to kill each other, although it is very interesting. As you can see, my point of view is sort of confusing, but who cares.

In one hour, the Reaping begins. It can wait. Right now, I need to paint. Painting is one of my hobbies.

I don't care if my clothes get stained or whatever, so I ended up painting recklessly, not caring if paint splatters all over the crisp white furniture of my bedroom.

I dipped my thin-haired brush into a small plastic can of black paint, and I let my imagination run wild with one simple color. I painted a picture of a girl with a knife embedded in the nape of her neck, thick streams of darkness running down her chest. She is busy chasing after a male tribute with a huge sword. Even though it's sort of emo or dark, the painting sort of relates to me.

Today, I am going to volunteer. To show that I am not just a stupid shallow go who is always happy. And if I die in the Hunger Games, I will force myself to kill my own killer. If I go down, that person is going down too.

After finishing the painting, I quickly throw on a blue lacy dress with black velvet flats. I don't ever bother brushing my own dark brown hair. Then I checked my smartphone. I got a message from the District saying that a guy named Jamie had won the Academy prelims.

Thank God a girl didn't win or else I wouldn't be able to volunteer.

As I walked to the Town Square, I passed by several people. I knew most of them.

There was Lucy Fields. A girl who was suicidal. I was the one who prevented herself from swallowing a bunch of sleeping pills. Lucy wanted to commit suicide because she didn't do well in school. Her mother had called her dumb, and told her that with a brain like hers, she wouldn't get very far.

Luke Stone. Another suicidal person. He is actually six feet of gorgeous muscle. He used to be a linebacker for our school, but his father was the one who was all hard on him. If he lost a game, there would be terrible consequences that involves a very spiky belt.

He winked at me, as if everything was normal, but I could see the sadness in his chocolate brown eyes.

I mouthed, "Stop by my house if your depressed."

He nodded.

Finally, there was Rain. A sweet freshman in school. She had her first heartbreak in high school. The boy happened to be cheating on her with a sophomore. And I don't get it. That sophomore girl must be a loser if she wants to stick her tongue down a freshman's throat.

I headed towards the seventeen-year-old section of screaming girls. I was annoyed because a bunch of blond idiots were talking about how they should've been born in District One, and how they are going to win this year's Games.

Don't they ever consider a small possibility of dying? Even I do.

Finally, the Reaping has begun.

Glitter Notes said, "Welcome to the Ninety-Fifth Annual Hunger Games!"

I smirked. Her annoying accent ruined the whole thing.

"Since the stage crew had started late, the video will be presented next year."

People whooped. We simply did not care about the video.

"Roxanne Ainsley!"

"I volunteer as tribute!" I screamed. I pushed past the rows of screaming girls who were shooting daggers at me.

"Ah, we have a beautiful volunteer here. What's your name, love?"

I went right out and just said it. "So... I'm not a pompous arrogant little bitch like previous girls from our own home. District Two COULD possibly have a victor. I'm not gonna guarantee that I'm coming back. I don't want to let people down. And by the way, my name is Brooklyn Martinez."

I smirked once again, crossing my arms.

When the boys came, no one volunteered because a guy named Jamie was supposed to. And when he finally did show up, he nearly took my breath away. He was so handsome with spiky blond hair, and sparkling ocean-blue eyes. Plus his muscles were a bonus.

"Gratz." I gave my best toothpaste-ad smile.

Well, this chapter was sort of confusing to me. I don't know, but I felt like I wrote Jamie's POV better. And when I saw the reviews, I smiled because I never had 8 reviews within the first hour! And I will reveal all of your points later on. THANK YOU SO MUCH GUYS!

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