I would like to notify everyone who reads this story about my first-ever one-shot. Just hoping that you would read and review it, cause we all know how disappointing it is to check day after day and see no reviews. Also, I need to know if it is worthy of keeping or if I need to delete it.


Aurora Austriallis, Capitolite (Diary entry 2.2)

WHY was Winngaard hired if he has to call me for mutt ideas? I mean seriously. THE PRESIDENT HERSELF came to hire someone, and that someone cannot even do HIS JOB? You know, I could report Winngaard to President Vandara, and then he would quit bugging me... On the other hand, if I knew a Gamemaker, I could bribe him into letting my tribute win. Maybe it was a good thing I helped him. Yes, that was the favour: mutt ideas. I really thought that Winngaard would have a more creative streak in him. He was hired as Master of Mutations, so he should also have a streak of sadism.

Anyway, I suggested Rabi-Raccoons. It's an idea I've had for a few years, ever since a Tribute got Rabies from a certain berry, and died before his mentor could send his ally the antidote. The main idea for the Rabi-Raccoons, or Rabicoons, is that their bite is infected with the rabies virus and whenever the Rabicoons see a tribute or other life-form other than another Rabicoon, they go insane and try to kill the creature immediately. The Rabicoons hunt in packs, like the squirrels from the 47th Hunger Games.

Then Winngaard called again to ask me out to dinner with him! Ewwww! I told him that I would rather have Adrian Artisan's number. Oh, he's the dreamiest!

Anyway, after my after breakfast shower (I tried a new lavender shampoo paired with a vanilla scented conditioner), I watched the District 1 Reapings!

I love the District 1 Reapings because the people there have an actual fashion sense, and really cool names. Also, the tributes are actually attractive. It's so unlike District 12, where they look like walking corpses, and their clothes are really dirty and gross! Well, I guess that's what you would expect from the coal District.

This year, the Escort Kameryn Sapphire had dyed her hair sapphire blue again. It was quite a shame; really, as her long caramel colored hair is so pretty. I tell her that all of the time! She was actually one of my childhood friends, and she still comes around for dinner or lunch sometimes.

At the Reaping, she was wearing THE MOST GORGEOUS dress. It was sparkly and matched her hair. In the front, it went to just below her knees, and in the back it went to her ankles. On Kameryn's feet, there were a pair of six inch silver stiletto heels with blue sapphires all over them (I simply MUST borrow them!). She was wearing a diamond and sapphire dangle earrings with a matching necklace, and she had red lipstick on.

"Helll-llllo District 1!" Kameryn called out her signature line. "It is that time of year again! Time for the Ninety-ninth Annual Hunger Games! Now, we are going to see who our lucky two tributes are for this year's Hunger Games!" Kameryn strutted to the female's reaping bowl which was shaped like some sort of concrete building with a lot of little windows with bars over them.

"Ladies first, as usual." She reached into the bowl, buried her hand in deep, and pulled out a paper. As she was walking over to the microphone, she unfolded the slip.

"Mavis Araden," Kameryn called out. Heads turned towards the fifteen year old girls. To one blonde head in particular. She shrunk in fright.

"I volunteer!" A girl from the seventeen year olds stepped out. "I volunteer as tribute." The camera zoomed in on the girl. She had waist length brown hair. It was wavy and TO DIE FOR. Well, her body type too. She looked like one of those super models! Even her height was that of a supermodel- she looked six foot! I would have killed for a few of her inches (I'm not even 5'5!).

Anyway, the girl had a gorgeous pink dress that was covered in sequins. It hugged her body in all of the right places, and sent my self-esteem flying out the window. As the girl walked onto the stage, her dress glinted and flickered in the sunlight. Well, she more so strutted than walked. She was giving Kameryn a run for her money, and believe me, that is not an easy thing to do.

"What's your name?" Kameryn asked. The girl tossed her hair over her shoulders before answering.

"Taffeta Royden, and yes, I'm related to Velvet Royden; she's my older sister." She rolled her green eyes with a smirk. (OH MY GOSH VELVET WAS THE VICTOR OF THE 93rd HUNGER GAMES! ANOTHER TRIBUTE FROM THE SAME FAMILY!)

"How old are you Taffeta?" Kameryn asked. Taffeta looked into the camera with her bright green eyes. It was almost like she was looking into my soul.

"I am seventeen." Taffeta smoothed her dress over her hips. Her wide hips. Dang, she has wider hips than I do! I need to schedule an appointment to see if I can get that fixed…

"And now for our male tribute." Kameryn strutted over to the boys' reaping bowl.

She stirred the bowl with her hand, building up the suspense. Hmm, maybe I should be an Escort… Kameryn could teach me all I need to know. And as a bonus, I would have more of a chance with Adrian Artisan.

Kameryn smirked and slowly brought out a piece of folded paper. She was clearly trying to drag it out. Ah, Kameryn! Ever the drama queen, and basically my idol. She walked to the microphone. She unfolded the paper.

"Rolden Tapenon," Kameryn announced. A loud sobbing could be heard. People looked at the thirteen year old section.

"I volunteer as tribute," said a really handsome who guy swaggered out from the seventeen year olds section. He was tall, lean and muscular, and his wavy blonde hair was a mess, like he'd just rolled out of bed. When I got out of bed, my hair was always in a French braid to avoid that kind of thing. For some reason, messy hair looked better on men than it did women.

"So… um... What's your name?" Kameryn looked distracted when he was standing next to her.

"Blake Stonem," His ice blue eyes pierced through the television screen. I grew a happy and vacant smile on my face, but then I caught myself.

"And, uh, how old are you... Blake?" Kameryn shed a drop of perspiration. Oh, how the sun was must have been beating down on her. That, or she had a humongous crush on Blake. I'm thinking the latter, because seriously, let's face it- he was a looker.


And thank you for reading the newest Reaping Chapter! Next should be District 2, so we'll have fun there. Thanks to all who submitted Tributes, favored/followed, and reviewed (will Dark Clouds on a Stormy Night please re-review so I can find out if I have fixed my mistakes)!

Also, people who submitted more than one Tribute are more likely to have their tributes die quickly. This is not a threat, simply a warning so no-one gets too mad.