Hey guys! I hope that you like this chapter! It was one of two chapters that I wrote while I was waiting for forms to come in. So it is technically one of my first ones but I hope it is still as good as the new chapters! Make sure to review and answer the questions once again! Thank you too Abbff for Luella Ambler, and Christoph Andretti for Russell Jarson respectively.

Luella's POV

"Well Claudius, I think this years games will be the best ones yet! Don't you?" I laugh at my sisters attempt at a capitol accent.

" Why yes Ceasar! But it will be hard to top last years games with Beetee electricuting 6 people at once!" I say this in my best capitol accent trying not to laugh.

Finally my sister Charlize and I can't hold it in any longer and just burst out laughing.

" Oh, I wish their were no worries in life, no capitol, no games, it would be so perfect! You and me could talk and laugh like this all the time!" Says my sister.

" Well life doesn't always have to be so bad. Think positive!" I say. I always try to stay positive. After all if life throws you lemons, make lemonade. That's what I try to do.

It isn't always that easy though. Me and my sister have had it hard. We don't even know where our mother is. Charlize knew mother. But after I was born for some reason my mother just left us. Soon afterward Grandpa divorced Grandma and was gone too.

So I have just always been raised by Grandma. It is all I have ever known. Charlize is 15 years older than me though, so she feels like my mother.

"Girls come inside it's time to get ready for the reapings." Calls my grandmother.

" Okay Grandma." I chirrup back. I head up stairs to my room to find a tan dress laying on my bed.

I put on my dress. It doesn't exactly compliment my curves, and just kind of hangs there limply. But at least it's something!

Charlize knocks on my door and asks me if I am ready to go. I say that I am and we leave for the reaping.

Russell's POV

I wake up worse off then I was last night. I had WAY too much morphling! I look at the clock and realize that it is only 30 minutes till the reaping. I slowly get up out of bed a bit unsteady. I already regret everything from last night.

Maybe I went just a little too wild. Maybe I should've left that girl alone. Maybe I should've not stolen my parents money and bought up a ton of morphling. Maybe my mom was right. Maybe I did need to stop this rollar coaster of a life! Maybe I need to change.

I get up and get dressed. I head down stairs and take a swig of water to wash out the remaining taste of morphling from my mouth.

Once I arrive at the reapings I get my finger zapped and head to the 16 year old section.

I look around and everyones nervous. I'm not nervous. Their is very little to no chance of me getting reaped. And even if I am, I get to enjoy every temptation the capitol has to offer. All in all not a bad deal.

While I continue to look around, I notice only one girl that is smiling. She's mouthing something to someone, so I follow her gaze and see that she is talking to that one girl who ran away from me when I approached her a week ago.

I guess I can see why she did. I would run away to if their was a drunk guy coming up to me and hitting on me.

Finally our escort comes out. He says the same whole boring thing he says. EVERY. SINGLE. YEAR.

Finally he draws out the name of the female tribute.

"The female tribute for district 8 is Luella Ambler!" Proclaims the escort.

I see the 14 year old section part and out comes that smiling girl from earlier. Well she's not smiling anymore, she has tears streaming down her face, and the girl I had tried to talk to last week was screaming and shouting, and was finally taken away by peacekeepers.

The escort starts to talk. " Don't you worry! Agribella, was it? district 8 has great stylists! They will definitely be able to upgrade you from this drab dress!" exclaims the escort.

What a moron. This girl is probably going to be dead within the next couple of weeks, and she is stressing about the girls clothes!

Luella's POV

I stand up on stage with tears streaming down my face.

No I can't cry! I'm supposed to be the happy one! The one who boosts others spirits. But as of now, that is the last thing on my mind.

I watch as our escort draws out the male tributes name and walks to the microphone.

"The male tribute representing district 8 is Russell Jarson!" Says the escort with great elation.

She sounds happy to be sending us to our deaths.

I see a strong looking boy appear form the 16 year old section with a mischievous grin on his face. He has sandy blonde hair and bright blue eyes.

He confidently walks up the stage steps and takes his place beside me. Our escort tells us to shake hands, and when my hand pulls away I immediately smell the strong scent of morphling, and the escort must too because she practically shoves us away into the justice building herself.

As the peacekeepers lead us through the halls to our rooms where we will say goodbye to loved ones, I just keep on thinking, why me? Why me?

I Hope that you enjoyed that chapter! Here are the questions for this chapter?

Who will go further?

Who do you like better? And why?