I STILL NEED TRIBUTES! PLEASE!

***Amethyst Clowney's POV***

My eyes snap open, and I get a weird feeling in my stomach. Why? I realise this is the day. The day I volunteer. I'm ready. I'm ready for whatever the Gamemakers throw at me. I smile at nothing, and sit up in my bed. Yawning, I look over at the window at the right side of my bed, and realise this will be the last time I see my room. With it's purple walls, luxurious wooden cabinets, desk and bookcase, and my puffy armchair. I wonder if we will move this stuff from here to the Victors Village when we move in. Hopefully. I love this room. I hop out of bed, and arrange the light blue covers in some sort of orderly fashion, knowing someone will be coming in here in a couple of weeks, to either move my stuff to the Victors Village, or to the storage room. "Amethyst! Breakfast is ready!" My 16-year-old sister, Dorsey calls to me through the door. Ooh yay! Breakfast! "Coming, sis," I tell her. I walk downstairs to see my Mum walking around our massive dining table, putting plates on the placemats. "Hey, Victor!" Dad calls to me, sitting at the table, reading yet another book. His nickname for me came about when I received the message from the Training Centre that I am volunteering this year. "Morining, Dad," I mumble, still not completely awake yet. "Eggs on toast! Ypur favourite!" Mum tells me. "Thanks! When I win, we'll be able to afford bacon!"

"I can't wait for that!" Dad remarks.
"I'll volunteer when I'm old and good enough to!" Dorsey tells the table, where we are now sitting. It doesn't look like there are many spaces taken, and there aren't. The table is meant for a lot of people, and it often has a lot of people eating at it, as my parents often throw parties, they're the only ones that can afford it. My parents are loaded, and we are pampered because of it. They own one of the factories in town, and don't actually have to work! It's amazing! So that means I have time to go to the Training Centre, and as a result, I'm awesome with a bow and arrow! I leave my parents to it, telling them I'm going to get changed for the reaping. I walk through the hallway, stopping to glance at the many pictures gracing the walls of my house. One of me, smiling at the dinner table, one of Dorsey, playing with something outside when she was younger. I laugh lightly at the memory, and walk into my room. I pull open the doors of my wardrobe, and see the dress I've waiting to wear for a long time. light blue, with a purple hem, and purple flowers around my midsection. Mum and Dad got it for me for my 18th birthday, along with many other things. I put the dress on, and am happy that it isn't flimsy like the one I got for Dorsey when she turned 16 this year. I run a brush through my black hair, and am surprised that it still remains wavy. I like having wavy hair! I put on light purple ballet flats (I wonder what ballet is) and step out the door. "Mum, Dad, what's ballet?" I ask them, as we walk out the front door. "Ballet? What on earth made you think about that?" Mum asks me, surprised.

"Well, my shoes are called ballet flats, and I wondered!" I tell her.
"It's a type of music, I think, or dance or something like that. Your problem is how dramatic you are when you volunteer, not what some ancient dance is!" Dad tells me.
"Oh, ok"
*** Lux Platinum's POV***
"Your hair is going to go brown in the arena! This is a tragedy!" My ever-worrying mother tells me.
"I think the last thing they will be worrying about is my hair," I tell her.
"That's not true! If you see a tribute who's hair is originally blonde, and is going brow, you know something's up!" She screeched at me.
"Look, I'll get the prep team to colour it for me! Surely they can do that!"
"Fine. Make them colour it blonde. We can't have a brunette in a family of blonde's, especially considering they'll be interviewing us in the final eight!"
"I will. Goodbye for now, I'm going to get my finger pricked. I walk over to the 17-year-old's section, and position myself somewhere where I can easily get out, and volunteer. Because I'm volunteering this year. I'm finally considered good enough. The escort walks up to the stage in front of the Justice Building, and smiles at us. "Welcome, welcome, welcome!" He cries into the microphone. He has electric blue hair, and seems relatively normal once you get over that! Apart from his accent, though. Can't get over that. No one can. I glance to my right, and catch the eyes of Amethyst, the girl who is also volunteering, and smile. She is going to die. Which is a shame. Because she is really pretty. The escort shows us the film, which is different than it was a couple of years ago, because there was a hint of a rebellion, but the Capitol contained it. The escort now walks over to the glass ball with the girl's names in. "Amethyst Clowney!" The crowd laughs, because she is the volunteer for this year. She laughs, and runs up the stairs. "Any volunteers?" The escort asks.
"I am the designated volunteer for this year!" Amethyst tells him. "Well, OK then! For the boys!" He walks over to the other glass ball, and I prepare myself. "Michael Erickson!"
I don't even give Michael a chance. "I volunteer at tribute!" I yell, as I walk up the stairs. "Name?"
"Lux Platinum, and I'm gonna win this year!" The crowd starts cheering at me, and at Amethyst. These Games are going to be awesome!