A/N: Thanks to everyone for all the great reviews! I really couldn't ask for anything better.

Disclaimer: I don't own The Hunger Games. It's kind of a no brainer.

~District Two's Reaping~

Arabella Hathaway's P.O.V.

The walk to the Town Square seems longer than it usually takes. It doesn't help when I'm almost late either.

"Ok, how about Daniela Paver?" Drue almost stumbles to the ground when she steps on a small pebble with her long high heels.

Coral takes her time while thinking.

For years, Drue and Coral would walk up and down streets and try to make up new strategies. In case any which would help us win if we were picked.

I've kind of outgrown them now. It's only a game where we say a tribute and answer how they win.

My head swivels around so I can look back at the group of parents, including my father, who walk and talk behind us. Like we're still kids needing guidance from their guardians. But I love him so much I let it slide.

Coral is taking a while to answer, so I turn back to her. She has the dumb universal thinking look on her face. I can tell she's not faking it. She truly has forgotten.

I give in and say the answer for her, "She faked a fall off a cliff only to land safely on a ledge below. When the cannon didn't go off for a while, the idiotic runner-up went to go check without weapons ready only to get a knife in the head. It's a play-off of the 50th Games, you should know that." My words a slowly lowering in volume.

"Well there's nothing to expect, what do you think is more common, someone from district twelve or district one winning?" Coral says trying to cover up her mistake.

Rolling my eyes, I snarl back at her. "We're supposed to be winning. Neither of them deserve it. None of them deserve it."

Something's been going on between us lately. Maybe it's our eagerness to get picked and earn everything we could have wished for.

A small tug on my hair almost makes me fall backwards. "Hello ladies. What'd I miss?" I turn my head to see Derekk with a fistful of my white hair almost matching the fog nipping at our heels.

"We got Daniela Paver, Mary Grey, Brite Devereux, Nellie Lycodone, Daft Cook, BardolphPaxton, and Daphne Willinson." Druesays in one breath.

Derekk only nods in reply.

For a couple minutes there's nothing but silence.

Voices break in through the weak cracks though soon enough. In less then seconds were surrounded by random voices with missing owners.

Then the fog starts to clear up a little.

It doesn't reveal much; a stage to the left and ropes off sections trapping children to the left.

Derekk follows my dad and all the other parents into the adult group, leaving the three of us alone as we were at first.

Drue walks off to the sixteen year-olds group, so it's just me and coral now.

A wave of shock flows over me when Coral grabs my wrist. I'm about to whack her in the face until I notice it's just the same girl I've been with all along.

We walk towards our roped area in a pair and then settle down in the middle of the crowd.

It's a good view of the stage, too.

The mayor calls out this years mentor, Daft Cook, and then our escort, Silvia Stamnes.

Mayor Paxton says the usual speeches and calls up Silvia within minutes.

As if I'm watching a replay of another Hunger Games Reaping, Silvia starts with the same, "Ladies first!" as any other escort with a burnt out brain.

"Arabella Hathaway come on up!" Silvia holds up a white note card, like she's proving herself.

My first action is to look at my father and smile happily. Then I start to walk forward.

While my feet get nearer and nearer to the stage, I manage a couple small waves with my fingers to the camera, trying to look mischievous but adorable altogether.

~District Two's Reapings~

Apollo Lunor's P.O.V.

She's like the one thing our district has never had- snow.

The white dress catching every curve in her body, mixed with the matching white hair is so close to the one thing our district has never had.

The color is so mesmerizing, I almost forget to pay attention to Silvia.

"And now, for your male tribute!" The squeal in her voice screeches through the microphone just about deafening me for a second.

My body is hopping with eagerness. It's starting to control my body. "Dav –"

I don't let Silvia finish though. "I volunteer as district two's male tribune! I volunteer!" I start to shove people out of my way so I can make it to the stage.

On my way I can see Luke rolling his eyes and crossing his arms.

But he'll never understand the way I do. I'm not giving up everything I've trained for. All my hard work will be nothing. I remind myself.

And what's not to like about fame and fortune?

It's hard keeping the laid-back expression on my face when I'm desperately wanting to sneer back at same boy I've known forever, and is saying I'm not right for these games.

Watch me Luke. I'll be home faster than any other tribute. Alive and in the flesh, with every dream I could have ever imagined.

"And your name is?" Silvia squeaks curiously, holding the microphone up to my mouth.

"Apollo Lunor." I say proudly while smirking at the crowd.

All I can hear is people cheering my name loudly. They know I'll come home. Because I'm someone who surely be back.

My mind blocks out Silvia's final words.

She says something about "shaking hands". So I get up and stand in front of my competition.

I wait for her hand first as I always do as precaution.

When her hand slips out and into the open, I grab it and shake.

I don't bother to look at her, only the people of my district standing in front of me.

Some with frowns and some with smiles. A couple of glares here and there, topped up with people jumping up and down with excitement.

Then the girl's hand slides back and she positions it onto her hip, leaving the other by her side.

My hand goes straight to my pockets.

I've done right. I think casually rocking on my heels.

My family wanted this, so did I. And here I am, waiting for my destiny.

My destiny, to kill.

~District Two Reapings~

Arabella Hathaway's P.O.V.

My dad is the first to come in the Justice Building.

He sits himself down on the couch, setting mother's wedding ring on the table. "She'd want you to have it."

The smile on my face soon fades away. "Dad. No. I can't. What would happen if I lost it in the arena?"

"You'd still come home with it. You know why?"

I look up at him wondering.

"Because I know how much you care about your mother." I reach over the coffee table and hug him around the neck.

"Thanks... For everything."

He looks off into space. "Promise me you'll get that bow and arrow into your hands. I just know they'll have it."

"I will dad. I promise." I grab his hand that lonely rests on the table in front of us. "I promise you I will."

He smiles at me and gets up off the cream-white colored couch.

I'm given a hug before my father walks off.

Before Coral and Drue come by, I slip on the ring and try it on. It's loose- which worries me. But the shimmering silver makes my heart smile inside. I remember wearing it around the house after she passed. When father was home I would slip it back into the hope chest and pretend nothing happened.

"We're so happy for you!" Squeals Drue, jumping up and down, her pony-tail bouncing along with her.

"Ok, ok. Now calm down. It's not that big of a deal. We knew one of us would get picked sooner or later." I say smiling and patting the seat next to me. Inside, I'm begging her to stop. All I want my focus on right now is the games and what might happen in them.

Drue sits beside me and Coral takes a seat across from me, where father sat.

Coral smirks. "I guess all that practicing will pay off after all."

"Guess so." Is my only response.

Drue breaks in. "So what are you hoping to wear at the opening ceremonies? Hopefully not another lab coat."

"Hopefully." I agree.

Silence fills the room and all that is heard is us breathing.

"Did your dad give you that?" Coral finally says tapping my mother's ring.

I react quickly and pull my hand away immediately. "Yeah. And I don't want anything happeneing to it, so don't touch it.

Coral shrugs and gives me a quick hug. Then she walks off and leaves me with Drue.

"I'm going to miss you while your fighting everyone." She smiles a little and then hugs me around the neck.

It was nice to know how much Drue really cared about me.

Drue is soon gone too, but Derekk takes her place.

"Hey, so... How's it going?" He calmly walks over to the chair to my left. He takes his hands out of his pockets and places them on his knees.

"Well, let's see, I amgoing to be shipped off to Panem's most valuable place, with my mother's ring. Then thrown into an arena to kill a couple kids. So you tell me." I say sarcastically while laughing.

He can only roll his eyes. "Look. Whatever you do, I think you should just stick with the careers. They'll provide some safety for quite a while."

"Yeah. I'll think about that." I say looking at the floor.

For some odd reason, the careers don't feel right for me. They're just... different in every way.

"Maybe." I whisper softly to myself.

A/N: I know that this chapter was a lot lower in good quality. I've been stressed out a little more lately so some things may be off. Plus my spell checker thing-majig is all messed up so spelling could be a little screwy too.

Oh and as for the question this week: Out of the seven names Drue says, which one is from Shakespeare? (Only the first name. And I think it will be funner to just guess, so I suggest that you shouldn't look it up on google.) :)

*Bonus! If you can find out what play the name's from, then you get extra looks on the games and what will happen.

I'm also changing up the rules a bit in the questions I'm putting up. Now, anyone who can answer the question right gets to get sneak peeks, instead of just the first right person. Plus, the answer will be provided in the following chapter.

Happy Hunger Games and May the Odds Be Ever In Your Favor!

-Fifi