District 4 Reaping

Disclaimer: I do not own the hunger Games

Madison Lilith Caper POV

The screaming and the crying of the other kids at the shelter were annoying me to death, but I couldn't tell them that. I had to save my anger for the Hunger Games that I was volunteering for.

I was busy putting my snow-white hair up. It used to be brown, but I bleached it. Then I put some powder on my crooked nose that was the victim of many fights when I was younger.

After, I put light blue eye shadow on my ash grey eyes. The make up looked great compared to my light skin. I then slipped on a double-breasted overcoat, a white blouse, black pinstriped grey pants, black flats, and a coal scarf that I always wear even when it is hot.

I looked in the full-length mirror and admired myself, I had a thin structure, but my fingers were a little spidery. I was glad that I didn't have muscles bulging out of my arms because then I would look fat. Even if I was not that strong, I could still win the game by getting sponsors.

Plus, I don't feel guilty if I kill. I was going to be the next victor of the 12th Hunger Games.

As I left my room, I was nearly knocked over by two seven year olds. I lived in a shelter with about 30 other kids. My parents died when I was about seven from the flu. The shelter taught me one thing. You can either be the predator or the pray. I was always the predator.

When I got downstairs, Agnes, the community shelter chaperone was waiting for all the kids to leave. She was always trying to befriend me. I always turned her down.

Without even saying good-bye, I walked right out the door to the town square while taking a good look at the shelter. I was so glad to be leaving this dump because the next I come to district 4, I will be a victor.

Jess Gray POV

Scrubbing boats was hard enough, nonetheless getting ready for a decision of a lifetime. I was thinking about what would happen if I volunteered. But I was thinking of this at the 12th hunger games reaping.

The pros were

I would make my best friend Max rich

My father was the trainer and I would make him proud

Getting away from my evil twin sister Ayla who always says she is better then me

Getting rich

Showing Ayla that I am not worthless

The cons were

A risk of getting killed

The guilt of killing

If I die, I would be leaving Max

I thought that the lists were pretty equal, but one stood out to me. Leaving Max. I could not let her be alone in the world. I decided that I would not volunteer.

Arz Sprinkle walked up to the stage sporting a green tan with black eyes and a scent that would make flowers wilt in a second.

He finished the speech and pulled out the girls name,

Tac Pocer

A lot of girls starting volunteering, but one was the fastest. She looked very scary. The girl said her name was Madison Lilith Caper. If you really look at her she was sort of pretty.

Then the boys' names were next. I didn't even bother thinking to volunteer because I could not abandon Max. Then I saw my father, his eyes were drilling into my soul. That was the moment that I volunteered for the 12th Hunger Games.