Natasha Trent's POV

It was dawn and the sun was just rising, but we were already outside, doing our morning food "shopping". Me, my brother, Alex, Jimmy, Oliver, and Natasha McField we're sprinting down the street, grabbing fruits off carts and meat off racks.

"Jimmy, do you have the bread?" I hear Alex call from behind me.

"Yep, I've got it. You have the fruit?" The ten year old responds.

We run all around square, avoiding the peacekeepers and angry shopkeepers. The five of us all live on the streets in our own little gang. After my mom went missing, Alex and I had nowhere to go so we went off and started our own lives, meanwhile taking in three young orphans. As we meet up in our alleyway that we've furnished like a house, we divide up the food and feast. I sit next to Natasha McFeild, who is twelve years old and like a sister to me. Today is her first Reapings, but she seems pretty nonchalant about it. It's probably because I've raised her to be a fighter, like Jimmy and Oliver. Natasha and I are like sisters, we're quite close. However, we're not as close as me and my adopted brother, Alex.

When I was three years old, I was dropped of at the Trent household by some peacekeepers. Mrs. Trent never new why they chose her to take me in, but she was forced to. If she didn't, she would be disobeying direct orders from the president and no one wants to go against him. I was raised in her house with her only son Alex, who used to be jealous of all the attention I would get from his mother. He would cut my hair and destroy my belongings, often making me feel unwanted. Eventually, I don't know what happened, but he suddenly started being nice to me. It came as a shock at first, but it was a welcome change. The two of us became inseparable. He knew all of my secrets and I knew his.

One day, without explanation, Mrs. Trent went missing. It just happened. One day she was here at home, the next, gone. No one ever found out what happened, but it always seemed like Alex wasn't telling me everything he knew. But I just shrugged it off, it was probably just part of his strange oddball personality.

After finishing breakfast, I redo my make up, which I stole, of course. I apply a thick mascara, dark blush and a light blue eyeshadow. Then, I add my trademark, red lipstick. I was always considered pretty with my long golden hair and dark tan. My eyes shone a radiant dark blue. I used my looks to my advantage. Whenever I got arrested for theft, I would just flirt my way out of the situation, which is what I'm best at. I leave Alex to do all of the dirty work, while I use my tactics. I mean, I look pretty intimidating, though. I'm the tallest girl in my district, at six feet, taller than most boys, except for Alex who's seven feet. I quickly duck behind a corner and change into a dark blue knee length dress that I tie off with a dark red ribbon. That dress is the only valuable thing I own that hasn't been stolen from some dumb merchant.

Finally after everyone's ready, Alex, Jimmy, Oliver, Natasha, and I leave for the Reapings.

-oOo-

Alex Trent's POV

As usual, we stole our entire breakfast this morning, making up an entire feast. My wingman, Jimmy, did most of the work, as he is the fastest one in the gang. You could barley see him as he swiftly maneuvers in and out between the stands. My adopted sister, Tash goes around the corner to change as I continue eating in my ripped up jeans and black hoodie. I was never a person for dressing up fancy.

We mostly eat in silence, mainly because I never talk and even the kids are intimidated by me. I'm the tallest guy in the district, and many people say I have a cold personality and I've heard mutters about me being psycho. I really don't pay munch attention to them. I just stick with my gang and everything turns out great.

My best friend is Natasha, who we all call Tash so we don't confuse her with the twelve year old we call Natasha. When Tash was three, peacekeepers dropped her off at our doorstep, forcing my mom to take her in. The first thing I noticed about the peculiar girl was that she didn't talk like a normal District Ten person. In fact, she sounded exactly like the escorts from the capital with her posh accent. Over the years of being forced to watch government broadcasts, I couldn't help but notice her similarities with President Cyprus. They had the same deep blue eyes and golden hair. Deep down, I had always suspected that Tash was his daughter. But I never said anything out loud about it. Honestly, during her first few years of living with us, I hated her. She always got moms attention and I was sick of it. I bullied her relentlessly, but she always showed me nothing but compassion. That was when I realized that she was the only person who didn't call me a freak or psycho. I realized that I was bullying the only person who was nice to me. From that moment on, I was kind to her and we became best friends.

My mom, on the other hand, was an evil witch. As I got older, she would treat me like her slave and eventually, she started treating Tash the same way. One night, she got mad at me for not doing what she wanted me to and attacked me. I tried to stay defensive, but my violent side got ahold of me. Before I knew it, she was dead. I couldn't bring myself to tell Tash what I did, so I kept it a secret. All Tash knows is that she went missing.

Tash comes out from behind a corner, in a nice blue and red dress, the one that my mom gave to her. I loathed it, just as I loathed the original owner, but I never told her. I kept most of my thoughts to myself. Finally, we leave for the Reapings.

-oOo-

Tash Trent's POV

I tell Jimmy and Oliver to go and stand in the family section as Alex, Natasha and I get signed in. Natasha goes over to the twelve year olds and Alex and I head over to the fifteen years olds section. We stand there awkwardly, without talking as we wait anxiously for the escort to come onstage. For me, the hunger games are alright. I mean, I don't train for them or obsess about them like the careers do. They're just simply part of my life.

I'm nearly blinded as our escort rushes onto the stage, squealing with excitement. Ugh, Trinia Yearn, again? I hate her so much. She's screechy, and the most annoying person on the planet. Her pale skin is covered in glitter, reflecting the glaring sun into our eyes. Her face is absolutely ridiculous. Her head is so large, probably because its filled completely either air. It's like a balloon, and there's probably no brain in there what so ever. And don't even get me started on her eyelashes, they're completely obnoxious. I mean, I have large eyelashes, but they're trendy. Her eyes basically have spikes coming out of the lids. The microphone squeaks as she screeches with excitement,

"Happeeeeeeey Hunger Games! This year is going to be so exciting! Let's choose our female tribute!"

Wow, things sure are fast paced this year. Trinia's ring covered hand dances around in the bowl for a minute, and then snags a name.

"Natasha Trent!"

A screaming is heard from the twelve year olds. Natasha is yelling her head off.

"Nooo, it can't be me!"

No! Oh my gosh, she can be so dumb sometimes. So thinks she's the one who's been reaped. I try to stop her from doing something stupid, but it's too late.

She takes off running away from the square, crying. Everything is in slow motion. Peacekeepers try to restrain her, but she fights back. Then, I hear a gunshot. I know, at that moment, that Natasha McField was no more.

In mourning, I slowly climb the steps to the stage, my eyes blank from the loss of my best friend. I'm staring into space when Trinia chooses the next name.

Alex Trent's POV

A gunshot... Then silence. My dear friend and sister, Natasha, was gone. I didn't feel loss or sadness, just blankness. I shake with rage as I see Tash onstage. There was no way I would loose two sisters in one day. So when Trinia calls out,

"Desmond Provolo!"

Pure emotion takes over. Before I know what I'm doing I roar,

"I VOLUNTEER AS TRIBUTE!"

There was no way I was going to let Tash die. I would protect her with my life.

"Yipeeeee! A volunteer! Now what's your name?" Trinia squeals with excitement.

"Alex Trent," I say, with attitude.

"Oooooh, looks like we have another set of siblings in the arena!"

Wait, there's another set of siblings in the games? Interesting. However, I brush this off. Tash and I shake hands ad she winks, flirting at the audience. I will protect Tash, no matter what.

A/N

So, technically, we've had our first death! Thanks tasherekalb for Tash and Alex, and Peeta6in6real6life for Trinia. Don't forget to send in head game maker forms! Here's the trivia!

Name at least three things on the 'clock' in the Catching Fire arena.

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