If you were up in a tree, all you'd see was golden rods, filtering over the district grounds. The sweet scent of unharvested wheat would casually enter your nostrils. Sooner or later you got used to it, the delicious scent was diminished, in an instant. Most would do anything to smell it again. The golden grain, swaying endlessly in the breeze.

The sun shining down upon it, casting a friendly, warm glow. Every once in a while Axia would go about smelling the grain. Brushing her tan hand across the soft tips.

She inhales the scent again, getting a whiff of it. Sighing, she walks away. The old, cobblestone roads were slick with moisture. Sun bouncing off the surface. Now and then, Axia would shield her large, hazel eyes, from the suns enormous rays.

She would look about casually, watching the frail old people scavenge for food. Their sun tanned hands waving slowly at the children. Oh how the kids would go about, smiles plastered upon their burnt faces. Axia once in a while would trip one of them, seeing their mother rush to their side.

She held back her laughs as the kids skin their knees, sobbing. She wondered, if ever made it pass famine, would they go into the games?

She normally would sit back and wait, watching. Seeing tribute after tribute perish from her district. Most never made it past the blood bath. She would, she would win it all, every last miniscule bit of it.

She smirks as she passes an old man, hobbling along the street. She thinks about whether or not to trip him, but decides against it. She happily skips to center square, her curly hair swaying in the breeze.

Panic watches the wheat with utter disgust. The sway of the golden rods, hypnotizing. He disliked the wheat. It mocked him. 'Panic, Panic.' the wind would say through the tiny slivers of grain.

His silver eyes glared at it more. He was slacking off... again. He always did, he just sat and watched wheat. The wheat sat and watched him.

Panic jumps to his feet and growls, kicking the air.

"Squirrel..." he mutters, walking to center square. He listens to his feet drag across the cobblestone, waiting to hear hollowed out spaces. He finds none, he starts to panic. He runs in a circle, before zooming right to the square. He loses his footing, and falls on the hard earth.

"Curse you ground! You will rue the day!" he whispers, jumping to his feet. He pushes his dry, black hair back, and steps into line.

Reapings

The day was particullarly wet, bits of golden rod, sticking to the bottoms of peoples shoes. The boring shuffle of feet across the moist ground.

Everybody thought it was odd, the weather. Somehow on reaping days, the sun was particullarly warm, The ground dry.

Despite the fact that thousands of names of innocent children were in bowls, most kids somehow remained happy. Prancing along, chesire grins. They all flinched slightly when the needle penetrated their skin, then ignoring it later.

Axia finally made her way to the front. She holds out her light brown hand, as the needle takes some blood.

"You may go." the woman says. "Next!"

Axia sighs, walking to the 16 year old section. Most of the girls were talking amongst themselves, telling tales of their life story. Oh how Axia wished to shut them up. They all annoyed her, annoyed er to the point which she wanted to pop her own eardrums.

"Why not make a movie out of it!" Axia mumbles incoherntly.

She rolls up the sleeves of her cotton blue dress, and looks expectantly to the escort.

A single tap on the microphone gets everyones attention.

"Testing, testing." Hermy Triscut, the escort says. His neon blue hair burning Panic's eyes. Panic covers his face.

"Okay." Hermy whispers, agaitated. "Welcome! to the 125th Hunger Games! Now to pick the two lovely tributes that will represent District nine. Ladies first!"

Axia rolls her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest. "Sexist." she mutters. She looks eagerly as he walk over to the bowl. She would definatly be picked. Most definately. She holds back her excitment, as his slender hand dips into the bowl.

He stops suddenly, his hand grazing a paper, he plunges his hand in, pulling back a piece.

He opens it. "Axia Wheatson." he calls out.

Axia stops, blood pounding in her ears. 'Act scared!' she thinks, making her legs wobble a bit. She sslowly shuffles her feet to the walk way.

"Axia?" Hermy calls out, glancing at the paper again. Peace keepers start walking towards her. she makes her knees shake more. She stays there for a moment, looking at somber eyes. She holds back the urge to giggle.

'Cry, cry now!' she thinks. Taking a big gasp, she falls to a clutter, making sobbing noises.

"Come on tears!" she whispers. The peacekeepers grab both of her arms, carrying her toward the stage. She relaxes her muscles, her eyes shining.

Finally, she manages a tear. It trails down her cheek, hitting the ground.

Panic looks up, searching for the plopping noise.

"Plop, plop." he mutters, pushing his way through the crowd. He steps into the walkway, searching for the tear. He turns his head toward Axia, who was finally upon the stage. Her faces red and puffy. Panic gasps and dashes to the stage.

He pokes her cheek, taking a tear. Axia holds back the urge to bite his finger off, hanging her head down,

"Well... I guess we have our male tribute!" Hermy says, holding the microphone to Panic's face.

"Name?" he asks.

"Panic!" Panic panics, shaking Axia's hand.

"There you go folks!" The escort says. "This years tributes!"

Train ride

Axia gulps down the foul tasting elixir. no doubt it was for the powers. She has to admire herself. She was right.

"I am your tribute." she mutters. She laughs suddenly. "Good!" she cries out.

Panic looks at her strangley, than goes back to sniffing the bottle of elixir.

Axia sighs, and gets up. Going to her room. This was going to be a long day... she dearly hoped she didn't get caught...

Hey! Well they don't have goodbyes, because nobody came to see them. I thought it would be boring to write about nothing... literally. If you didn't notice, I dropped a slight hint about Axia. Clearly she rigged the polls... or something like that.

I'm happy, two updates in one day! Anyways I hoped you enjoyed it! Please review, it would mean alot! :) Also, thanks to all of you for submitting, and reviewing. I never got the chance to properly thank you. So... Thank you :)