GEMIMA LAURENT, 18, District 1
"Hey Gem." It's Tilver.
I was hoping to have at least another half hour to myself, but I guess my family is eager. I can
already hear the excited chatter from the citizens on their way.
He leans against the doorframe, watching me for a moment.
"Can you please close that at least?" I sigh, already tired.
"You didn't eat breakfast? Dad made your favourite."
"I just wanted to get to work. This piece has taken me longer then it should and the sooner I fix it
the sooner I can move on."
Finally shutting the door on his way, Toby walks over to examine the bracelet on my desk. After a
moment that lingered a beat too long, I saw his eyes hover on my wrist where my bracelet sat.
Although technically it's only partly mine.
"Looks pretty similar to the one you already have." So he decided to talk about it.
"It's an easy design and I wanted to get one last piece finished before the Games." Only partly
true, and Tilver knows. But whatever conversation we might have had goes unspoken as he
suddenly gets cold feet.
"Here. Mum picked it out." Tilver said as he tossed me the blouse. It actually matched my pants
nicely, if a little too basic. I was wearing my favourite brown silk pants this morning, with a copper
belt of my own design. However the cream blouse mum chose was more formal then my old t-
shirt, thus making it perfect fir the Reaping.
I knew deep down that I would not have much time this morning, but I still wanted to at least try
to finish the bangle. After all my family deserves something of mine to put on the mantel if I join
my sister in a few weeks. Hopefully they choose a decent enough picture. Although considering
nobody really spends too much time reminiscing about Jewel I doubt it really matters. The
memory of my death will fade over time as well.
"Are we meeting the others at the festival or going together?"
"Together, dad says it's only right. C'mon they'll be getting impatient."
I reluctantly follow. However when we reach the door I take one last look at the workhouse.
Depending on how today goes this will either be my home for the foreseeable future or the last
time I ever set foot in here.
As I turn to follow Tilver I catch him watching me, and for a brief second I see the expression on
his face. Is it worry? Or perhaps he is trying to process the fact that his little sister will soon be a
victor. Before I can ask he is already striding purposefully away. Toby hates being late, which
makes me wonder. He didn't try to rush me or lecture me. He simply let me decide when to leave.
Strange.
"So how are you feeling?" Tilver asks.
"Honestly kinda nervous."
"Just remember to look confident and smile. The rest should come naturally. And if it doesn't you'll
be on the train in no time anyway." Tilver said.
Although I hate the cameras and always having to be on television when the Capitol decides to
turn the spotlight onto the Victors and their families, this is not where my nerves are coming from.
The thought of disappointing my parents and potentially having to move out terrifies me. Although
we might not always agree, my family are my support system and the most important thing in my
life, besides my craft.
Best case scenario I'm not able to volunteer fast enough and they will be disappointed. Worst
case scenario is either I get chosen for the games or I allow a volunteer to take my place. If the
latter happens I know they will expect me to move out and act as if I am not related.
This is why I've been working so hard the past year to build my business.
My parents, assuming this will be my talent after I win the games, brought me the warehouse and
even the small house behind it just in case I pull an all-nighter, which has become extremely
common lately.
After the Reaping I'm planning to go home, pack, and move on. I already have a deal in place with
the Capitol and my stock, the earrings in particular, have been doing fairly well. With the help of
my best friend I'm confident that the business will be enough to support me, and allow me to be a
full time jeweller.
As soon as we open the door I can already sense the excitement in the air. My older brothers are
loud and boisterous, reminiscing on past Hunger Games, particularly theirs, and Toby quickly
joins them.
"Honey why did you go to your workshop today? And to stay so late? We should have been out of
the house half an hour ago." Mum scolded me.
"I just had a piece that I really wanted to finish before today, that's all." I protested.
"Well at least your dressed and ready to go. Come on everyone we've wasted enough time." Her
voiced rising to address everyone.
"I'm sorry mum, I really didn't mean to make us late" I murmured just before we left.
"I know darling. Let's just try to relax. And please don't forget to look excited, you can't hide
anymore."
She's right of course. Usually I enjoy letting my older brothers steal the spotlight along with our
other victors. Since there are so many of them, their families aren't commonly pulled into the
spotlight. We just aren't what the Capitol are interested in. I've always hated the cameras, and I
can't stand attention. My stage fright has always worried my mother. In her eyes it's something I
have to beat down and subdue, exactly like I do when sparring with the other kids at the
Academy.
But this year I am 18 and officially ready to volunteer, along with a handily of other legacies and
kids trying to make a name for themselves. No more hiding in the back.
We can hear the festival long before we arrive. The kids shrieking, the crowds cheering. And then
we see it, along with a million camera crews. In what seems like a few seconds the sights of all
the District enjoying their holiday is replaced with multiple cameras and freakish looking citizens of
the Capitol.
"So three Victors in one family. As always we are impressed. Tell us, what's the secret" asked the
first interviewer. Pretty basic question but enough to get the ball rolling I suppose. I hang back
while my brothers chat and laugh with the interviewer. they've always been naturals, no training
necessary.
"Surely you've heard that this trio is about to become a quartet?" Here we go.
"Gem get over here!" I reluctantly go and stand in front of my brothers. Since I'm the shortest
there is no chance to hide.
"Claudia I don't know if you remember, but this is our baby sister Gem, your next victor." Toby
introduced.
Claudia actually squealed at that.
"So finally 18? Excited to follow in your brothers footsteps?" Asked Claudia as my brothers are
unceremoniously shoved to the side. Not that they mind, after all they're expecting this to set the
tone for the next year. Competitor, Victor, Victory tour, then finally the next Games where the
newest Victor is always expected to mentor.
"Well I'm ready and excited. But honestly still shocked that I'm finally 18. I've been looking forward
to this day for so long it feels crazy that it's finally here." I give a vague yet expected answer. I
notice I'm twirling one of my blond curls, a nervous tick I've developed, so I make an effort to
stop.
After a few minutes the interviewer finally steps back and allows us to enter.
All the smells and sights immediately put me to ease, and I almost feel like a kid again. I make
sure to grab some popcorn and mini pancakes drizzled in chocolate. Even in District 1 chocolate
is still considered a delicacy. Although we can afford whatever we want these days I still
remember my excitement as a child, when this carnival was the only time we could taste such
delicacies.
We pass the various rides and stalls, heading to the main stage. All of District one gathers to see
potential tributes show off their skills. No weapons of course. Even here the Capitol would never
allow us to openly demonstrate our skills before the game. No rebellious ideas allowed.
Once we get closer to the crowd my brothers are recognised and cheered, and once people start
to realise i'm 18 they shove me forward before I can protest.
It's expected that i would be eager to showcase my skills. Should I join the athletics section,
where you can demonstrate how fast or coordinated you are? I really don't feel like wrestling in
front of everyone.
Reluctantly I decide that racing is the way to go.
Finally the gong is rang, signalling that we have 30 minutes to head to the square for the Reaping.
At this point the peacekeepers always hover, making sure everyone starts moving. After a good
hour of various physical activities I am exhausted. My hair has started to frizz from the sweat and
my face feels sunburnt, but no time to pause as my family sweeps me up to deliver me to the
Reaping.
Before we go I catch a glimpse of a short kid arguing with one of the Victors overseeing the
festival. He seems to have had a problem with being unable to perform. He must be at the very
most twelve, and with attitude like that I doubt he will survive his games if he ever has a chance to
compete. If careers are too argumentative or difficult to work with the rest of the pack have been
known to finish them early just to get rid of the headache. Teamwork is a very ignored but crucial
skill.
Just as we starts swearing and shouting a peacekeeper steps in to usher both the boy and the
Victor to the reaping. I guess he isn't stupid enough to resist, however he makes no effort to
conceal the ugly scowl on his face.
Once we arrive at the square my brothers wish me luck with a few strong hugs and high fives,
then header to the stage where the victors sit in place of honour. My parents simply give a quick
kiss and squeeze of my hand before they go to join the crowd.
The pens are almost full and with only a few short minutes left until the Reaping District 1 is
perfectly on time. I begin to sweat again. In about 20 minutes the Reaping will be over and I will
be a failure.
Even if my parents won't say it I know that's how they will see me.
In 20 minutes my new life begins.
Before I'm even remotely ready the escort is up on stage and about to pick the female tribute. I
position myself next to the other volunteers. I'll pretend to run but purposefully lose, so I'm not
too much of a humiliation for my family. I glance at the other girls. A few I recognise from Victor's
village but I know most of them are nobody's anxious to rise above their station.
There is no warm smile or wishes of luck, just hard determined faces. I try to copy them, although
I'm suspicious of the results.
"Gemima Laurent."
I take a few steps before my body catches up with my feet and demands that they stop. The other
girls do the same, recognising either me or the Victor surname. Most look at me with jealousy or
anger as I feel my feet walking what should have been a failed run to the stage.
Once I ascend I can see the rest of the girls shuffle back into place, with the peacekeepers
watching closely.
Of course they have given up hope of volunteering. What legacy tribute would turn down this
opportunity?
I can hear my brothers cheering, somehow even louder then the rest of the District. A few of the
18 year old girls have started to tear up as they struggle to accept the fact that will not compete.
"So dear, would you like to be replaced?" Asks the escort out of obligation.
I look at my parents, their eyes shining with hope and pride. I glance over to my brothers, finally
silent as they let me have my moment.
"No I plan to win. Which means no volunteers, please and thank you." My mouth feels like it is
already stuffed with cotton as I speak.
My brothers rush up and hug me in front of the whole world, and i feel my face go red. The
peacekeepers had to tap their soldiers and ask them to return to their part of the stage, so that
the reaping can continue, which they did.
The cameras finally move away from me as our escort chooses a boy's name. I feel like fainting
and crying simultaneously. I only return my attention to the Reaping once I see the boy from the
fair walk up to the stage. The escort asks for volunteers, not even bothering to ask the boy
whether he wanted them or not, and I watch as a sea of 18 year olds, as well as a few stupid 17
year olds rush to the stage. The boy watched, still with the same nasty scowl from the fair. The
fastest volunteer is allowed to ascend the stage as the others are quickly herded back into the
pens.
I think I recognise him from training. Tall, strong, he would have a decent chance in the Games.
But when he reached his hand out to shake the boy's hand he is punched square in the jaw and
collapses. It really was a perfect hook. The crowd gasp as the boy grabs the microphone from the
escort as she jumps back in shock.
"I never said I wanted volunteers. I've got history to make. District 1, meet your youngest Victor"
he shouted, and after a moment the crowd start to clap, a few even cheering. It wasn't as strong
as my applause, mostly due to shock.
As soon as the crowd had finished we are herded off into the Justice Building.
I can't sit. Sitting in the same chair Jewel was in two years ago would feel wrong. I still remember
my tears as I said goodbye. Even after all my brothers winning I was still anxious that she
wouldn't return, and Dad had to carry me out. For the first time I was right, and we all watched in
shock as Jewel was butchered on screen.
I know it'll be in my nightmares tonight.
Thankfully my family rushes in just before I get a chance to recall her death too vividly.
"You were great on that stage, it didn't even seem like you were nervous" Dad blurted out.
"Honestly I wasn't. It's strange, for once the nerves didn't hit. All I had to do was forget about the
cameras and focus on you guys. You boys making so much noise also helped."
"If you can do that on interview night you're guaranteed a million sponsors." Mum added, just as
excited.
"Where is Tilver?"
He's going to meet you on the train, no need for your goodbyes just yet." Calix offered, finally
deciding to form actual sentences instead of cheering.
"We're really gonna miss you. Make sure you finish them off as quick as you can so you can come
back just as fast." Paris chimed in, blushing as everyone focused on him. He is the only one who
also got stage fright, and the interview he pulled off was nothing short of a miracle to be honest.
We just had time for one last group hug before the Peacekeepers ushered them all out.
Before I could breathe Illia entered. Without even speaking we moved towards each other and
embraced, probably spending half of our remaining time together in each other's arms.
Her bronze curls tickled my face.
Now I'll never know what could have been. If only I'd been brave enough. But every time I
considered making a move, or every time I decided to ask for a date, whenever the moment came
I always made up an excuse.
I'm sure this will be my biggest regret.
Unwillingly I left her arms and looked her dead in the face.
"The company is yours. Don't let my family persuade you to hand it over. You're the only other
person mentioned in the contract so it should protect you. Please continue to grow it, I'd like to
leave some sort of legacy. I know that sounds silly."
"It's not silly. But I've told you a million times I'll always stand by you. I'll take care of it, but once
you come back I'm expecting you to continue running it. I'll need a job soon enough and I'd rather
work for you then in one of the Capitol's workshops." Illia declared, settling on holding my hand.
"Illia" I began.
"No. You're coming back." So she's decided to ignore the truth. She can't hold onto this false
hope forever though, and I'd rather she accept it now before she actually has to see my death.
"Why did you do it?" Illia asked softly. "You had your whole life planned, and it was going to be a
good one."
"I saw my family, I saw how hopeful and excited they were. I couldn't break that." I replied, half
crying now.
"You know you don't need their approval. You're amazing, and your parents should just be happy
with three Victors."
Before I have time to answer a Peacekeeper walks in.
"Goodbye" I manage to whisper as I feel my first tear run down my cheek. I'm sure she heard the
terror in my voice but I try to smile anyway.
"See ya later" she responds softly.
Then her hand is cupping my cheek.
Then I feel her lips on mine.
And I feel a warmth I've never felt before. Maybe I shouldn't give up just yet.
She moves back, breaking the moment, and as I stare her face is bright red, brighter then I've
ever seen it.
The Peacekeeper moves to put his hand on her shoulder, so I smile. And as I feel my face
beginning to blush I know she caught a glimpse. So we both know what's waiting for us if I come
back.
I can barely wait to board the train. I need a few minutes alone, reliving that moment.
After all, your first kiss is something special.
For the first time I feel like a Victor.
—
Phlox Creaol 12, District 1
"Hurry up Phlox we need to be there early."
"I'll come when I'm ready!" I shouted back downstairs, regretting it as soon as I hear footsteps on
the the staircase coming towards my bedroom.
"What could possibly be taking so long? All you have to do is put some clothes on!" Mum says
when she enters, sounding incredulous to the fact that it's taking me more then a few minutes.
I scowl at her but I reluctantly close my bedroom door and follow her downstairs.
Both of my parents are dressed nicely, neat but not formal. Dad is holding Rufus in his arms and
is concentrating on keeping him happy so he doesn't start fussing.
All our outfits were chosen last week. After all we have to look nice on the cameras. Nice but
brutal. I understand but I also hate fashion. I have enough workout gear for it to be my whole
wardrobe, and aside from days like today, it practically is.
Before I realise we are practically entering the carnival. It's barely begun though, mostly filled with
Victors, their families and some hopeful volunteers.
"Just go hang out around the carnival rides, they might even let you ride early." My mother says as
they head towards a crowd of Victors helping set up.
Some Victors just like to enjoy the festival, but the real Victors help run the combat simulations.
I can't wait to be one of them.
"Gloria that's silly" said Dad. Perfect, dad wants me to help. I might even be able to participate
and smash some 18 year olds into the ground!
"We can't help while holding Rufus, just let Phlox stand on the sidelines and mind him."
I can't help the groan that escaped. Both my parents turned and scowled when they heard it.
"You'll do as we say and enjoy it" Mother commanded, crossing her arms simultaneously.
"You know I don't smile" I muttered.
"Take Rufus and go wait in the corner. And try not to draw any negative attention, this isn't your
carnival yet."
Seeing no other option I do as I'm told. All I can do is watch the Victors set up and reminisce
about their own games and their final Carnival. Most of them were 18 when they volunteered.
Weaklings.
Eventually others start trickling in, first the hopeful volunteers, then the entire District. Before I
know it I'm caught in the crowd watching as the volunteers start pairing up for some combat
simulation.
Thankfully I'm taller then average, almost as tall as the average 16 year old. Besides anyone who
tried to step in front of me regretted it. Even with a stupid baby in my hand I'm deadly.
As I watch I count every mistake I see. A missed opportunity, a slow reaction. I lose track around
50.
This is so stupid. I could crush any of these children, probably in less then a minute. I should be
up there!
And then a wonderful idea strikes me.
I look around. Many Victor children are standing around me, also forlorn that they cannot
participate yet.
I finally spot a familiar face.
"Claudia!" I shout, jogging towards her.
She turns around and sneers when she sees me.
"What do you want, Floss?"
The urge to punch her while she snorted with laughter was almost overwhelming.
"Just shut up and grab the stupid baby"
"Why?"
"That doesn't concern you. And make sure you watch him, my parents will have your head if
anything happened while you watched him."
Although she is infuriating, especially with that stupid nickname, she's babysat for my parents
before. I'm always at the training centre long after the sun sets and I have no reason to care for a
baby when I could be training.
This was a long and tiring battle between me and my parents for many years.
Eventually they gave up on me as a babysitter. However they didn't punish me for not listening to
them. In fact they seemed pleased that I was dedicating so much time to training.
Which brought the idea of Claudia into my brain. Her mother is also a Victor, unfortunately for me
as we live next door.
My parents could always rely on her to babysit Rufus, and they've been paying her handsomely
for a year now.
Therefore I'm pretty sure he won't crack his stupid head if she's watching him.
Probably. Whatever he shouldn't even be my problem anyway.
"You're going to get into trouble. I just want you to know so you're not surprised when everyone is
laughing at you."
"Why can't you ever shut up? Just watch and see if you can learn anything."
I shoved Rufus into her arms then abruptly let go, forcing her to grab him so he didn't die.
Then I raced over to the closest volunteers to me. One of them had just lost and the victor was
enjoying a nice round of applause.
The loser skulked off, hobbling slightly. If I was that embarrassing I'd go hide as well.
"Alright loser, you ready for a real challenge?" I ask as I pick up the fallen volunteer's blunt sword.
A classic weapon. A little basic, but definitely something i can work with.
The volunteer watches me, a condescending smile on his face.
"Hey buddy, just go back to watching. You don't want to embarrass yourself."
"Please" I scoffed, angered by his attitude.
"I could break you in a minute"
"Prove it" he growled.
I stood looking at him for just a moment longer. Then I pounced.
He's good. If he wasn't I'd already have him pinned to the floor. However he parried with amazing
speed.
We danced around for a beat, both experimentally jabbing at the other. This is how it usually goes.
You always want to get a feel of your opponents before you make yourself vulnerable enough the
end them. A saying my father has told me a million times.
Thrust, parry, dodge, repeat.
Then something changed. For some reason he seemed to sense an opening. He lunged, but I
caught his 'sword' with mine and twisted it towards the floor, allowing me to jump on it.
He quickly dropped the blunt weapon with a groan of pain.
I waited for the cheers which should be coming any second now.
I smug when I notice his arm. He couldn't pick up his weapon since I twisted his wrist too hard.
Looks like someone won't be volunteering today.
He seemed to have the same thought at the exact same time.
Before I could blink his face had turned red with anger and humiliation, and he let his punch fly
straight into my face.
It hurt, but I've had worse.
"Damn if that's how hard you can punch you better not volunteer buddy" I teased, spitting blood
out of my mouth.
I watched as his face scrunched up and I fixed my stance, ready for another hit.
Just as his fist went flying I sidestepped and prepared myself for a decent uppercut.
Unfortunately a Peacekeeper intervened, grabbing his wrist and making me stumble as I
redirected my punch. Although I could give it a good try I'm pretty sure I wouldn't even make it to
the Reaping if I punched a Peacekeeper.
Just then the gong rang out, but only a handful started to move towards the square. Everyone
else was too interested in the drama. Idiots.
"Move along" the Peacekeeper ordered as she shoved the boy in the vague direction of the
square.
He glowered at me a moment longer, but knew he couldn't disobey a direct order.
"Let's have a little chat after the Reaping. You know, catch up" he said casually before moving
along.
"Sounds good buddy" I reply just as the Peacekeeper turned to me.
"I'll deal with him. We will see you in the square in a moment." Dad seemed to appear out of
nowhere.
The Peacekeeper shrugged, then turned towards the crowd.
"Move along" she shouted, as a few other Peacekeepers went to join her in getting the crowd
moving.
That seemed to do the trick. The crowd reluctantly complied and soon there were just a few
stragglers finishing things up before moving on.
Sadly my parents had no intention of hurrying to the square.
"You embarrassed us. Why couldn't you just shut up and watch your sister?"
"They were weak. I figured it would be hilarious to see them lose to a twelve year old."
"We will discuss this further when we get home. I believe you need to be reminded of the
consequences of disobedience." Mother added in a hauntingly calm voice. I notice she's holding
Rufus. At least I won't get in trouble for losing him.
I scowl but follow them towards the square.
Without a word they left me as I went to stand in the back along with the other twelve year olds.
My nose was still trickling and I noticed for the first time that it had dripped onto the front of my
shirt.
Mother hates when I dirty my clothes, which is part of the reason I love to just wear my training
uniform. Less lectures.
Since the shirt is already ruined I decide to just rip a bit off of the bottom and use it to plug my
nose up. Sadly the shirt is made out of silk so it isn't the best tissue. Then I look up and watch the
Reaping. Can't be caught ignoring it, the Peacekeepers would not be impressed.
The female is called, and after a brief moment accepts her place in the games. No surprise there
she looks older, but she doesn't seem to be too confident. Looks like the Hunger Games has it's
first loser.
Then the escort is picking a name out for the boys and my eyes widen as he calls out my name.
It's the first time in a long time that I feel myself almost smiling.
The crowd isn't too pleased. They hate when a twelve year old gets called since they always have
to walk onto the stage and obviously reject their place in the Games, which just makes the
Reaping drag.
I see my mother and father. Instead of being proud and supportive or even smiling they seem to
be trying to shrink back into the crowd of Victors.
"Any volunteers?" The escort yells as soon as I've taken my place on the stage. He didn't even
ask me. This brings back my usual scowl.
After a brief scuffle one of the boys makes it to the stage, which is then blocked off from the other
potential volunteers by more Peacekeepers.
He moves towards me and holds out his hand for me to shake, all the while smiling like a maniac.
I finally get to use my uppercut from earlier.
As the crowd gasp, processing what they just saw, I manage to snag the microphone from the
escort.
"I never said I wanted volunteers. I've got history to make. District 1, meet your youngest Victor" I
shout out to the audience.
After a brief pause everyone starts to clap and I even hear a few cheers.
The hopeful volunteers slinks off stage, muttering a few choice words.
I glance back to my parents to see that they are no longer attempting to go unnoticed in the Victor
crowd. Instead they stand up straight and clap their hands along with the rest of the District.
Dad even gives me an approving nod.
I feel relieved that they approve. No more lectures for me today.
I shake hands with my opponent out of obligation and shoot a confident smile to the crowd before
turning and excusing myself from the platform, forcing the escort to wrap up. A little confidence
never hurt. Good thing I've got more then a little.
This is going to be fun.
—
Valeria Stone, 18, District 2
"Valeeeria, Valeria, Valeria!" sings my sister as she jumps onto my bed.
"What do you want?"
"It's Reaping day! Watcha gonna wear?"
"Shouldn't you still be sleeping?"
"Nope" she chirped while finally getting off my bed. "Besides, Mum and Dad are already up and
making breakfast!"
"Well I'm awake now. Want to help me pick an outfit?" I asked, resigning myself to the fact that I'll
never be able to get a sleep in. If it's not Alexis then its mum or dad. Nobody is allowed to sleep in
when we could be awake and training.
"Nope, have fun!" she shouts back as she leaves my bedroom. I consider trying to go back to
sleep, but I can already feel my body waking up.
For some reason Alexis is super excited for the Reaping this year. I think it's just because she's
finally eligible, which means she gets to stand in the pens and potentially be on tv. Or maybe
she's just excited to see what happens to me.
I throw myself out of bed and run a hairbrush through my hair. One of the best parts of having
short hair is you only need a few minutes to make it look presentable.
I choose an outfit after a few minutes of staring, just a simple blouse and flared pants, perfect for
looking charming but also comfortable enough to run in.
"So how are you feeling?" Dad prodded once we were all sitting around the table.
"I'm not sure" I responded truthfully.
"If I make it today then I'm a Victor, but if I fail to volunteer in time I can just finish my course at the
academy and become a peacekeeper. So either way today will determine my future, but neither
choice feels better then the other." I elaborate, which feels weird as we don't really try to explain
our feelings very often.
"You don't have to volunteer you know. You've put so much for into becoming a peacekeeper."
Mum suggested.
"But I've also put a lot of work into my Games training. I want to at least try" I countered.
"I'll be okay with either outcome, no matter what today will be a decisive day in my life."
"We are so proud of you, and no matter what happens you've earned it. You've trained hard and
you're the best, Peacekeeper or Victor you've got a good future."
That's a rare compliment. We usually only ever talk about training. The fact that they even
acknowledged my dedication shows that they really are proud. Would have been nice to hear this
a little sooner, but better late then never I guess.
Everything goes smoothly once we get to the square. Everyone is filing in and getting ready.
Alexis practically runs away from us straight into the 12 year olds pen, with just a see'ya for us.
I take a little longer. I give mum and dad a firm handshake before I enter my area at the very front.
It seems right to acknowledge all their hard work.
I try to stand at the very back of the 18 year olds section so I don't block too many people with
my height.
And in what feels like a second our escort is up and picking out the girls name, some 15 year old.
I can practically feel Alexis' disappointment from here, I just know she would have loved being on
that stage.
But she never will be. Although she was picked to start early Peacekeeper training like I was, she
never got an invitation to the training academy for tributes. I know she is still sour about that, but
she will make an amazing Peacekeeper.
Do at least two decades of work, come home and settle down with a family. Peacekeepers are the
only profession where you get paid for your service even after you retire, which basically
guarantees a comfortable life.
Although we have never had to take out tesserae we aren't exactly rich, but thanks to mum and
dads Peacekeeper payments we never have to worry that there won't be food on the table,
something I hope I can pass on to my future children.
As soon as volunteers are asked for several girls around me formally declare their desire to
volunteer, however my hand goes up a fraction of a second earlier, which means the
Peacekeepers come to escort me on to the stage.
There is a steady round of applause, but no shouting. We are more civilised then that. I stand up
straight and try not to smile. I need to let the Capitol know that I'm their next Victor, therefore I will
appear as brutal as possible.
The male is picked and I recognise him easily from the academy. He is good. Too bad I'm better.
But at least I will have a decent ally, for a while at least. I really don't need allies for this, so I'm not
planning on keeping him around for too long.
Once I'm escorted into a private room for goodbyes my parents come in with Alexis. She starts
cheering and hugging me, however my parents stand formally to the side and wait for her to calm
down.
Once she finally releases me and stands back dad come up to me and shakes my hand again. I
then give mum a firm hug, making sure not to linger too long.
"Make us proud Valeria."
"You know I will."
The last words we say to each other for the next few weeks. Without waiting for the Peacekeepers
to come and force them out, my parents give me a firm nod then head to the door, calling for
Alexis to follow.
After one last hug she finally follows.
"I'll watch every second I promise!"
"Just don't forget to sleep" I chuckle back to her as she leaves.
—
Jason Crawford, 18, District 2
It's still dark when my alarm goes off.
I jump straight out of bed and throw my training gear on. Just fitted leggings and a plain grey shirt
with district two stitched on the shoulder. It has no purpose other to inspire us potential Victors.
I throw a glance in the mirror on my way out, but don't worry too much. No need to brush out my
hair when I'm about to exercise.
I unconsciously touch the stubble on my chin. It feels nice and different form the usual
smoothness, and I can't wait for it to grow into an actual beard.
I grab my backpack and swing it on my shoulder as I head for the door, snagging a banana from
the fruit bowl on my way out.
I jog out of the Victor's village and follow my usual route.
As I fall into a steady pace I see my first Peacekeepers and nod to them as I pass. It's polite and it
shows that I appreciate their kindness. Usually we are only allowed out after dark for work or
training.
My parents convinced the head Peacekeeper to allow me to do my morning run early. Their status
as Victors probably helped, but for the first week I was monitored pretty intensely. Gradually we all
agreed on a route that I need to stick to, which worked for everybody. Passing enough
Peacekeepers but also taking a fairly quick way to the training gym.
By the time I arrive the sun has risen, which means I am arriving right on time with the other
students.
We usually only train after school and on weekends, but since there is no school today we can
train in the morning. No need to waste a full day, and the volunteers can get one last chance to
practice.
"Good morning Jason, my perfectly punctual little man" Mum greets me with a kiss on the cheek
as I enter the gym.
Throwing her a smile I go to put my backpack in the corner and help her set up the final
equipment.
Before long the other students enter and we finally begin.
For once all age groups are training together.
This morning is all about proper stance and technique.
It's little things like this that could be the difference between victory or defeat. If we drill it in hard
enough it should become automatic.
Mum, along with a handful of other Victors, go around the room correcting us or just watching.
She genuinely enjoys training, says it would be her career if the Capitol would have allowed her to
publicly state that.
Dad enjoys a sleep in though, so no training for him.
In what seems like a half an hour the trainers call it and tell us to go get ready. The Reaping is at 1
so we have a good hour to change and be presentable. District pride is important.
I jog to my backpack and grab my change of clothes, rushing to get to the showers first. It sucks
having to wait your turn.
After a good rinse you can't even tell I spent the morning training.
"You aren't going over to the square now? I don't really need help packing things up we will have it
done in a few minutes honey. You can go meet up with your Father." Mum insisted.
"Is it okay if we go together?
"Honey what's wrong? You've been quiet all morning."
"It's been a year" I began, not knowing how else to voice what was on my mind.
"You're still thinking about that? It's over and there is nothing we can do to change it. I know it was
a shock but he made mistakes. That's what happens when you make mistakes."
"That's the thing though, he didn't! It feels like the only mistake he made was volunteering" I
almost whisper, not wanting anyone to hear my doubts.
Mum looked at me in what almost looked like fear.
"If you want to win the games you have to always keep your guard up. He got too close to that
District Four girl. District Four of all places! He must have known the Capitol wouldn't respond well
to that." Mum responded with determination.
"Mum, he was my best friend."
"I know, and you should always appreciate the bond you two had. But this isn't the mindset of a
Victor."
"What if I'm not sure I want to be a Victor anymore?" I murmured, looking sheepishly into her
eyes. I never wanted to talk about this, but something about today made me sure that I couldn't
keep it inside forever. I needed someone, and my Mum always supports me, so surely she could
fix this? I was sure he would return. We spent all our time over at his parents house, watching
together. He knew what he was doing. That's what made me lose faith in the Games. He knew
what to do and when to do it, but he still ended up dead.
"Jason. I know it's hard. But there is only one Victor. Almost everyone in every District knows
someone who didn't make it. Accept that this is our life. But if you work hard enough, and keep
your cool, you are guaranteed a victory!"
"It's just hard today. First Reaping we won't be spending together. Doesn't matter though, I'll
probably forget him soon enough. Especially after I win." I sighed, giving up and deciding to give
Mum what she wanted.
"I'll see you in the square" I added before I set off, wanting the conversation to end. I somehow
feel worse then I did beforehand.
If so many people have known losers, then why aren't there more people upset about it? Or do
they all just move on and I'm the only weirdo stuck in the past?
Before long we are all standing in our pens and the escort is reading out the girl tribute, who
seems like a true terror. For the first time in my life I have no blockage from watching the stage. 18
year olds have the best view, being the closest. I watch as the potential female volunteers give up,
accepting their normal district status. I catch the eyes of one volunteer, slightly taller then the rest.
She shoots me a sad smile and rolls her eyes. I respond with a shrug, but before I can turn away I
feel my face burning. I'm not sure if she caught it though, thank goodness.
The male volunteers are lining up ready to race, and I join them. I glance at my parents. Dad looks
proud and hopeful but I can't read my mothers face. I feel like our conversation stuck with her.
As son as the name is read, a 14 year old boy steps out and onto the stage.
"Any volunteers?"
The question barely leaves the escort's lips when we are off.
We don't have far to run but I find myself coming second. Just because I like to run doesn't mean
that I'm fast, something that has always bothered me.
But in his eagerness he trips over the steps and comes crashing down. Without hesitation I jump
over his body and make it to the microphone.
"I volunteer" I call out formally.
The room that the Peacekeepers escort me to is furnished in true District Two style. Only a desk
and a few chairs. As practical as we are. The only bit of furnishing is the rug they decided to throw
down for some reason. Instead of enhancing the room it just looks out of place.
I'm soon joined by multiple boys from the gym, all slapping me on the back and moaning about
how I beat them.
I nod and give bland responses, but no one seems to notice my reluctance, and soon enough
they are ushered out.
Then an unexpected visitor. The girl from the Reaping comes in and I feel myself blushing again.
"My name's Justice. Just wanted to say hey and congrats I guess."
"Thanks" I blurt out, not knowing what to say.
"Anyway, if you wanted to go out for some lunch when you get back, I could probably fit you in.
I'm gonna have a lot more free time now that training is over."
"Maybe it's a good thing you didn't get chosen." I manage to get out. As far as flirting goes I don't
think this is my worst performance.
"It's a date." she replies. Before I can respond a Peacekeeper is shoving her out of the door.
I know she might just be trying to get on my good side since I'm a potential Victor. If they weren't
dating someone before they went to the Games, Victor's always end up married fairly quickly. And
who wouldn't want to date a Victor? Usually Victors end up dating each other though. It's not that
they never date an ordinary citizen. There are just so many of them, living side by side and
constantly being grouped together at various events.
But still, I feel like she didn't just come in because of my potential status.
There was something there, I'm almost certain.
My parent's entrance brings my thoughts to a stop.
"My boy! My Victor!" shouts my dad as we comes up and gives me hug, even managing to life me
up in the process.
"I'm sorry though. You're going to have to wait a while before you can grow out that moustache."
I hadn't even realised this yet, which brings my mood even further down.
"Good job baby" my mum agreed, keeping her voice level. I can see that look in her eyes that
means she remembers what we last said to each other. I just hope she doesn't mention it to dad
before we leave.
If a tribute is a Legacy then their Victor relative is allowed to mentor, regardless of who's turn it is.
"I'll see you soon mum" I reply, giving her a halfhearted smile.
"I'll see you in a minute" dad shouts out as they are herded out of the room.
—
Cody Bennett, 18, District 3
Hot and bored. That's all I've felt for the past hour. Besides the uneasiness. The District is quiet
even though it's already 7am. Only the essential employees are working this morning. Everyone
else are either sleeping in or trying to distract themselves.
Honestly it's a shame nobody can relax today, District 1 has it right with their little festival. Today
is the one day of the year we aren't required to work or go to school. We can sleep in and spend
time with each other.
Besides the chances of being picked are so remote it's not worth worrying about, especially if you
don't need tesserae.
My parents are currently catching up on some much needed sleep. They have both been doing
ten hour days a lot lately. Their alarm is set for two hours before the reaping, which is where I'll
likely first see them today.
I decide to go visit Electra. She will love it, especially if I bring our homework to study together.
Just one more reason for her parents to like me.
I decide on a plain brown top and cream coloured pants. It's hot outside but pants still look nicer
than shorts. Besides they are light and won't be too painful to wear.
Before leaving I brush a comb through my hair and smile. Since my hair is a dirty blonde it looks
much nicer after a simple brush. Otherwise I look dishevelled.
Once I arrive I decide to gently knock on her window, unsure if her parents are still asleep.
As soon as she sees me she smiles and gently puts down her book.
"Hey" she says softly as she opens the window.
"Are your parents awake? I didn't want to annoy them. I just thought we could get our homework
done so we don't have to worry about it later."
"Come in through the front. They will love to see you."
After greetings and hugs are exchanged we go into her bedroom, shutting the door behind us.
"I can't believe they gave us homework last night. As if we don't have enough to think about."
Electra sighs as she sits on the corner of her bed.
"Maybe that's why they gave it to us. Take our mind off of the Reaping? Besides being the best
takes hard work."
One of my favourite things about Electra is that we take the same advanced classes at school,
which is where we first met. This basically guarantees us a higher paying job thanks to our
advanced skills. This means if we last together we can live a fairly comfortable life. Electra is nice
enough, fun and pretty, so it's easy to see us together for a long time.
"Are you worried about today?" she asks, moving to hold my hand.
"A little" I respond, deciding to lie. "But after this year it's over, and we can just focus on our
careers."
"It's also the most dangerous year" she countered.
"True. But in a few hours it'll be over for ever!" Hopefully this cheers her up, I'm starting to get a
bit irritated. Why focus on something that you can't control? We can control our scores in our
classes though, and that's what I want to focus on.
"I guess" she reluctantly agrees, standing up to go fetch her homework.
An hour before the Reaping and we've finished our homework and even had time for breakfast.
"Can you wait out here? I gotta try on my dress, see how it looks?" she asks as we walk back to
her bedroom. I want to remind her that we have seen each other in far less, but decide to wait. It'll
be good if her parents walk by and see me being a gentleman.
"It's gorgeous" I say genuinely as she walks out a minute later to show me.
Her face flushes as I say this but she just comes up and gives me a hug.
"Let's go and get this over with"
"Let me just go get my parents."
Five minutes later and we are entering the square and getting our names ticked off.
Electra hugs her parents goodbye and I give them a polite nod, then we head to the front of the
rows of children.
Electra pauses, unwilling to let go of my hand.
"I'm scared. I don't know why but I've got a bad feeling this year."
"Just look at me when they are calling the girls name. We've got this" I tell her just before I bring
her hand up for a quick kiss before managing to drop it. I decide to end the moment, so I give her
what I hope to be an encouraging smile, then enter the boys section. I have to stand behind a few
boys but this isn't an issue since I'm taller then most guys my age.
I turn to look at the female side and accidentally catch Pixel's eyes. She drops them as soon as I
catch her.
Thankfully the Reaping starts, leaving me no time to dwell on it.
"Pixel…." Calls out the escort, and my heart stops. All the other girls around her sympathise with
her as she stands there shaking. She catches sight of the Peacekeepers, two coming towards her
and two more blocking off any potential exits. This makes her remove herself from the crowd, and
as she passes me she turns her terrified eyes towards me. Even once she's on the stage she can't
control her shaking.
I feel like throwing up.
I'm not sure how I'm supposed to feel. She will most likely be out of my life now, relieving me of
any regret I sometimes feel. Not for our breakup but for breaking her heart. That doesn't mean I
want her dead though. Besides she's a kind caring girl who really doesn't deserve this.
I realise I have to turn and lock eyes with Electra. She is trying to hide her grin but she's failing
miserably. I try and give a smile but I can tell it looks weak.
Still caught up in my conflicting emotions I watch as her smile drops and her eyes start to well up
with tears.
"Cody Bennett" I finally hear my name being called for the second time, and as the Peacekeepers
notice how the boys next to me are staring they advance with their weapons drawn.
I quickly jump out of my section and head for the stage, trying to prevent my hands from shaking.
I can't look at either Pixel or Electra. Even when the escort makes us shake hands I try to focus on
anything but Pixel's eyes. I don't feel like seeing my fear reflected back at me just yet.
—
Pixel Brennin, 16, District 3
I can't go to the Reaping. I know the Peacekeepers will make me but surely they would have
some sympathy? I could ask to just wait in the Justice Building? It would be too cruel of them to
send me to stand in the crowd.
I could feel the start of a headache as all these thoughts rushed through my brain. Stupid stupid
stupid. I look in the mirror again, hoping maybe the reflection won't look that bad.
Nope.
What possessed me to dye blue streaks in my hair?! I thought it would look cool, but apparently
all it does is highlight my dull mousey brown hair. Another problem I've brought onto myself.
I sigh and decide to just lie on my bed until I need to leave. The house is quiet and I'm more then
happy with that, although I kind of wish my family was here.
But they have to work, some of the only citizens that do today. But what use is a Reaping without
television waves to show it around the country? And now that Pax is 19 he decided to follow in
my parents footprints. Fair enough, the pay is slightly higher then average and you're always
guaranteed a job.
I guess I'll eventually follow them. I still don't have any idea of what I want to do with my life,
besides not starve to death. I have no idea how some people just have it all figured out, their
whole lives planned already. Cody is one of these people. The only thing I envy about him.
I quickly realise that laying on my bed and doing nothing gives me time to think, something I've
been avoiding for the past two weeks.
But today is the day. After the Reaping I'm going to go up to Cody and say what I need to say. We
don't share classes anymore and he is constantly with Electra so there really isn't a right time to
talk. But this is something that can't wait.
I just wish I didn't look so silly.
I finally pluck up the courage to leave my room and head to the square. As soon as I check in I
throw myself into the middle of the 16 year old female section, determined to remain hidden until
the Reaping is done.
You can feel the terror in the air as people file in to their sections.
Just before the Reaping starts a few peacekeepers enter the square dragging a young boy with
them. Mercilessly they throw him into the 14 year old section, where he lies for a moment. But
once he hears their guns cock he jumps to attention, crying and bleeding. I feel for him. Every
year some kids try and hide, hoping that the peacekeepers won't fund them. They always do
though, and after this he will likely get punished. But everyone in these pens just want to crawl
into their bed and hide under the covers, so I try not to stare at him too long.
Once the peacekeepers have moved out of the way the Reaping goes live. Our escort prances
onto the stage, watching the film they always play. The moment it's done she throws her hand into
the girls bowl.
She is so quick I don't even have time to feel any last minute nerves.
"Pixel Brennin" There is is. the sound I have dreaded ever since I was 12 years old.
I can feel myself start to tremble, half with fear and half because of all the girls turning around to
look at me.
I can't move even if I wanted to.
But everyone has started moving away from me, and after a second I understand. Two
Peacekeepers are shoving girls aside trying to make a path to me. The girls closest to me are
leaping out of the way in fear.
I finally feel my legs loosen, and before I can faint I push them towards the exit of our pen, where
two more Peacekeepers are waiting for me. I let them half walk, half drag me towards the stage,
because I'm honestly not sure if I could do it myself.
All I can do is look at all the other kids that I pass, which is a mistake since as soon as I see the
sympathy in their eyes my own start welling up.
Then just as we pass the 18 year old section I see him. I can't tell what emotion he is feeling, but
at least it's not happiness. That would be too cruel. I try and keep him in my sights until I am on
the stage, but by then he has turned to look at Electra.
What am I going to do? Electra would never let him visit me. Maybe I could write him a letter? But
I know somehow that I'll never get to tell him. Unless I come back of course.
All this time and I still haven't stopped shaking.
It gets much too intense as our escort calls his name.
It takes all my strength not to cry out. I can only watch as he is ushered on stage. He makes a
point not to look at me though, even when we are ordered to shake hands. But he isn't looking at
Electra either, which is something I guess.
Before I know it we are escorted into seperate rooms of the Justice Building. I wish they would
just let me on the train, my parents and brother are all working so they can't come and say
goodbye. But they will know whats happened. The Capitol ensures everyone in every district has
access to a television, specifically for days like this. The screens at work would have been live-
streaming the Reaping. Otherwise they are not used unless the Capitol wants to send some
propaganda our way.
Surprisingly though the door opens a few minutes later and it isn't a Peacekeeper.
It's my only friend, Lila. I try to smile for her sake, but it just turns into a wet sob, so she quickly
comes and holds me.
"Please come back Pixel, I can't go back to having no friends again." I snort at her plea, which
makes us both laugh.
"I'll try I guess" which is true. No matter how hopeless this feels I can't see myself walking into the
bloodbath and asking another kid to end me.
We sit for a while chatting about school and our classmates, wondering who will be rooting for
me. Thankfully she doesn't mention Cody. I don't think I have the energy to try and make sense of
his position in this whole situation. I realise she will be my only visitor, otherwise she would have
been kicked out long ago.
The 30 minutes goes by too soon, and before I know it the two Peacekeepers are ushering us out,
me to the train and Lila simply out of the Justice Building.
"Come on Pixel, can't wait to see you win. You got it girl!" she cheers as we are forced to part,
which makes me snort again.
I'm going to miss her.
—
A/N:
If anyone ends up reading this please comment and let me know how I'm doing. And let me
know you're favourite character/s, it could help save their lives!