Cozumel 111th hunger games
Chapter 2 district 2 reapings
Irene Montieth D2 female
My whole life has been about training for the Hunger Games. Although district 2 is one of the richer districts of Panem, all kids are taught about survival from a young age.
My school isn't like most schools, it's trained careers for the games. Kids from district 2 as well as some from districts 1 and 4 are trained here. In the mornings we learn survival skills and fighting, and in the afternoons more traditional lessons that normal schools teach.
My father is a peacekeeper in district 8 and my mom is a construction worker. I'm 18 now and it's my last year to join the games. If I don't make it, I'll have to volunteer.
I wore a plain black dress to the reaping and had my blood sample taken. Then I went to join the other girls.
Our escort Charlotte Thornton came along. She had blond hair and wore an emerald green gown.
"Greetings district 2," she announced. "Welcome to the 111th hunger games."
The video played and Charlotte listed all the victors in district 2, it was a long list as we had ten tributes, we had 11 but one of them passed away a couple months ago.
"Now ladies first" said Charlotte reaching into the jar.
She pulled out an envelope.
"Emily…" she began.
"I volunteer!" I called up.
Everyone turned to look and I stepped up.
"Well, it looks like we have a volunteer," said Charlotte. "What's your name?"
"Irene Montieth" I reply.
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Twain Abrams D2 male
I practiced fighting in the school gym that morning. My parents are both peacekeepers, so they're not around much.
My whole life I've been practicing for the games. My father always taught me to be merciless and tough. Last year in practice I sent one of my classmates to the hospital. It's my last year, I know I'll be volunteering for the games if I'm not reaped.
I go to the reaping building and get my blood sample taken. Then I joined the other 18-year-old boys.
Charlotte Thornton plays the capitol's video and lists our victors. Then she goes to pick the female tribute. She had just begun reading a name, when a voice called out to volunteer.
I looked up and saw a girl my age walk up. She had short black hair in a bob and wore a black dress. She introduced herself to the crowd as Irene Montieth.
"Now for the boys" said Charlotte walking over to the boys jar. She pulled out an envelope.
"Alexander David" she announced.
A fifteen-year-old boy was walking forward when I stepped up.
"I volunteer as tribute!" I called.
I walked past the younger boy and I stepped up.
"What's your name?" asked Charlotte.
"I'm Twain Abrams" I replied.
"Well then," said Charlotte. "Let's give a welcome to our tributes Irene Montieth and Twain Abrams.
The crowd starts cheering.
Irene and I smirk planning on showing no mercy to the other tributes.