Scarlett Azalea "Red" Spears's POV
I gazed out my window as the morning sun rose over District Two, bathing everything in a bright, orange light. Here I was, sitting in my old, abandoned shack that I called home. It was a small, pathetic place, one room, no electricity, and barely served as shelter on cold, windy nights. But, it worked for just one person, myself. Two years ago, after my older sister was reaped for the games, I watched in horror as she died in the bloodbath. After that, not being able to stand my parents' depressed mood, I packed up what little belongings I had and journeyed to the outskirts of the district. When I came across this house, if you could even call it that, I repaired the roof and walls as best as I could and called it home. I would hunt for food, if I managed to leave the district, and worked odd jobs for a living. In my spare time, I would train for the hunger games so I could volunteer next year when I'm eighteen. Becoming a victor would be the only way I would be able to leave this sorry excuse of a district. Every evening, after coming home from whatever job I was doing, I would pull out my wooden spears that I sharpened using one of my few possessions I brought from home, my pocket knife, and a makeshift bow, made from scraps of string that I found in the street and practice my fighting skills With trees, whom I pretended were people.
I'm sort of an outcast or hermit, but that's mainly because I choose to live like that. People who see me, run away in fear. For I don't trust anyone. I sort of cast off a mysterious aura and am silent when people come near me. People just assume I'm an avox, since I never speak. This is because my biggest fear is betrayal.
When I was fourteen, I got my first boyfriend. We were madly in love and inseparable. Every night, he'd take me out somewhere new, whether it was the meadow, or one of the few restaurants in the district. I told him all of my thoughts and feelings, and even my darkest secrets. He was the one I gave my first kiss to. It was awkward at first, but many more came after the original. I couldn't have been happier. My heart would yearn for him after he said goodbye each night. I felt like one of those princesses that my parents would tell me about each night before I went to bed. He was my prince. Until that night, that fateful night, when my world was blown to pieces. I was taking a walk around the city for some fresh air and decided to pass by the training academy. I never really liked the organized training system, I preferred training on my own. Thats why I quit after my first day when I was seven. I was walking by, peeking into windows to see what everyone was working on when I saw him. My boyfriend in the corner, hiding behind some of the training equipment. But he was not alone. My so called "friend," Elizabeth Granger was there too. And guess what they were doing? They were making out like they didn't have a care in the world. My heart shattered into a million pieces. After the incident, I cut off all of my relationships to everyone in fear of being betrayed again, and became an outcast. I became me.
I was brought out of my reverie as the clock in the town square chimed 8:30. It was time to get ready for the reapings. I pinned up my knee length black hair using my prized silver hair pin. That pin was the most valuable possession I had. Then, I pulled on my usual all black outfit, black pant, t shirt and boots, which made my skin look paler than usual. Without looking back, I headed for the town square.
Mace Tomahawk's POV
Yes! Finally, today's the day! I've been counting down for months, ever since they announced the quarter quell! I didn't catch a wink of sleep last night, caught up in anticipation. This is the day I've been training for ever since I could walk, the day that I would volunteer for the Hunger Games. I'm the top of my class at the training academy, so obviously, I was chosen as this years volunteer. None of the girls were that good though, so the trainers decided that the girl who gets chosen, will have to volunteer to save her life. I don't even care about the whole facing your fear thing, it'll just make the whole game more fun. I mean, I know ill face snakes in the arena, but I'll just have someone in the career pack kill them. Even though I haven't seen the other Reapings, I know I will be with both from one, both from four, and maybe my fellow tribute, if she's good enough. I grab my brush and try to straighten out my unruly, curly brown hair but to no avail. I give up trying to push down a few strands that are sticking up and throw on a black leather jacket and ripped blue jeans, effortlessly looking tough.
As I make my way downstairs, i pass by my super cool sister, Kate with her normally brown, curly hair styled perfectly straight. She eighteen years old, so this is her last year in the reapings. Kate never really understood why the games were happening and thought they were extremely violent. But that didn't stop her from watching all of the past games. Some times, on the weekends, she would lock herself in her room and watch past Hunger Games for hours. Her favorite, Game 74, was her obsession for the longest time. She wouldn't stop rambling on and on about some guy named Peter and a girl named Kateness or something like that. I tuned her out after hearing something about a doomed love or some sort of mushy stuff like that. Kate and I, after eating a large breakfast prepared by our maid, Christine, left for the Reapings. I knew that I would bring glory to my family when I come home as a Victor.
Scarlett Spears's POV
As I stood in my section, I couldn't help but notice that everyone's eyes were on me. Of course, the weird girl that never talks out in public. Ooh, how cool. They know nothing about my past, about Elizabeth and my boyfriend. If they knew, they would feel sorry for me. At that moment, all eyes moved from me to the stage as our escort, Lexius Melistner, made her way onto the stage. I hated her so much; everyone did. She looks like a complete clown. Her big, lime green Afro, and purple polka dotted skin made her look like a circus freak. She glared at all of us with her gold, cat like, demon eyes that made her look like a devil at a carnival. Typical capitalites, are they all this freaky?
"Good Morning, ladies and Gentlemen and welcome to this years Reapings," she says with a sneer. She glares at us as if she's trying to look into our souls. "This year," she says in a nasally, evil tone,"our tributes will face their biggest fears in the arena. As usual, we will first find out which young lady will go to their death in the arena." Just get it over with it already. Lexius walks evilly over to the girls reaping bowl.
"Scarlett Spears. Good luck," she sneers sarcastically.
Well, looks like I'll be in the games sooner than I thought. I'm not ready for this! I need more training! I'm absolutely terrified as I sulk up to the stage. Of course, I remain silent.
"And now for the boys..."
Mace Tomahawk's POV
Hmm, Scarlett. I don't know who she is, I've never seen her at the academy, so she's probably no good. Whatever, I don't need her in order to win. Im pretty shocked that she managed to stay so calm. Most girls who are reaped bawl their eyes out or pass out or something pathetic like that, maybe she's stronger than I thought. We'll have plenty of time to get to know each other at the Capitol. As out freaky escort, who looks like a clown devil, walks over to the boys basket, I prepare myself to shout the two most important words of my life.
"Gustave Bacca."
"I VOLUNTEER!" I scream as loud as I can as I strut over to the podium. Lexius sighs, "And what's your name." she said it more as a statement than a question. Wow, this woman really needs to get replaced, even I'm on edge when she's around.
"Mace Tomahawk." I state proudly. I shake hands with Scarlett as she looks at me with distrust in her eyes, this girl has some serious problems. These games, I can tell, are going to be interesting.
A/N
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