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Chapter 1: The Reaping Begins: Districts 1, 2 and 3

District 1:

Valerie's POV

For the first time in my life, I actually feel ready. Not scared, not worried that my name will be pulled from that bowl and I'll have to go into the arena with no idea what to do. No, not this year... I'm seventeen so I only have two reaping's left, and one of them, I'm going to be a tribute for and eventually… victor.

"You look beautiful Valley," my mother tells be as I stand in front of the mirror, I can't tell if she's being sincere or not.

"Thanks," I reply simply. I'm wearing a pale blue and green dress with a white color and buttons, the green belt brings out my eyes as I stare back at myself. My dark hair is out and hangs loosely and neatly down my back.

"Mum, we have to go," my brother appears at the door, also dressed and ready to go. I'm not worried about him either. He's training to be a career like me but he's only thirteen. I know that even if he were reaped, someone would volunteer for him. They always do.

"Alright, come one then," she replies and we walk to the front door where my father waits to walk us over.

"You look wonderful sweetheart," he tells me, kissing my forehead as I walk out the door.

"Thanks dad," I reply but I can't help but notice the cold look he gives my mother as we leave. It's easily returned too. I've always wondered why they still live together, it's plain as day to both my brother and I, they don't he along... Then again, I can't imagine having them split either.

The walk to the district one justice building isn't far. I farewell my parents and my brother as we part ways to line up in age order. Ivy, returns as our escort, dressed entirely in purple with matching plum hair. I see Cashmere, last years victor sitting on stage next to the mayor and I know that whoever the tributes are this year, with her as mentor, one of them is bound to win.

She steps up to the microphone and does her usual introduction. I look around at all the nervous looking girls, especially the younger ones who have had no experience knowing what this was like. I must have gotten good at zoning out over the years because before I know it, Ivy's hand is reaching gracefully inside the bowl of girls names.

"Hazel Llewelyn!" she calls out and I hear the collective sighs of relief around me as the girls realize it's not them. The girl that belongs to the name though, walks to the isle and looks up the stairs. I know her… she's the same age as my brother and training to be a career with him. I can tell she's trying to be brave but I remember how it felt to be that age. Reaping's still seemed so foreign; you would never want to be chosen. I look around at some of the careers from my training group; they all seem to have lost interest, some even look happy that they made it seven years without being reaped.

I take another look at the poor girl with the long blonde hair and bit my lip. I look around once again and in a moment I make my decision. "I volunteer!" I called aloud and every pair of eyes was on me. Some people gasped and I was pretty sure my parents were two of them.

"Ahh of course!" Ivy said happily, her eyes widening. It was very rare for there not to be a volunteer, everyone just expected it.

Part of me still couldn't quite believe what I'd just done but I would have only had one reaping left anyway. Besides, what's the difference in volunteering now instead of next year? Besides, this way I help the younger girl, which may make me look good for sponsors.

I put on my most confident face and walked to the steps of the stage. The younger girl was held back by peacekeepers but I heard her ask me, "are you sure?" I nodded and smiles as she repeated thank you over and over again until she was back in line.

"Now, what's your name?" Ivy asks me and I struggle not to laugh at her ridiculous accent.

"Valerie Hall," I tell her, smiling proudly into the camera.

"Well, congratulations Valerie Hall," Ivy says as she moves on with the reaping.

Stephen's POV

I know her, the girl that volunteered. She's one of the most talented careers during training, only a year older than myself. I think a lot of people were pleased to have another volunteer, I just hope it won't were off. I look over at my older siblings, both past victors, who give me firm nods. I nod back and put on my signature sly smile.

I watch as Ivy approaches the bowl full of boy's names and I don't break eye contact until she reaches the microphone. "I volunteer!" I shout, before she even gets a chance to read the names.

My expression doesn't change unlike Ivy's. I walk to the centre isle and almost run up the stairs with confidence. Everyone seems to look quite impressed, my family most off all. After I win, having three victors in the family must be some sort of record.

"I thinks that's the fastest we've ever had someone volunteer!" Ivy says cheerfully, as I stand next to her on the stage. "What's your name young man? She asks.

"Stephen Talcott," I tell her and smile as everyone recognises the name.

"Well congratulations Stephen. I am pleased to announce, our tributes from district one! Happy Hunger Games and may the odds be ever in your favour." There is a round of applause from the others we train with and everyone else nods in approval. Ivy tells us to shake hands and as I grip Valerie's, there's almost an unspoken alliance already in the making.

District 2:

Faith's POV

"Faith! I'm leaving," I hear my mother call from the door as I finish brushing my pale blonde hair.

"Okay," I reply plainly. She knows I really don't care… why should I, she's never here anyway. For the past eighteen years I can't remember a time when she was around for longer than a couple of hours.

"I'll see you there," she answers back and I give a carless murmur in return. She always seems to be in a better mood on reaping days, she gets to see her talented trainees volunteer to get themselves killed.

"Be on time! I don't want you making me look bad," she adds. Mum always leaves early to helps set up at the justice building. Although, 'help' is probably the wrong word.

"I will," I answer, just to make her happy. "Oh yeah! And I just thought I might let you know I'm volunteering this year," but she's already gone.

By the time I reach the justice building later that day, most people are already there. I walk past a bunch of familiar eighteen year olds whom I train with, fighting about who's going into the arena this year. To any other district, that would probably sound insane.

I see Enobaria looking quite bored waiting for the reaping to begin as well as Mayla, the gold haired, district two escort, back for another year. I get my finger pricked, before joining the other girls in line. My mother seems to be watching the group of boys, quite impressed but she takes no notice to me.

Mayla approaches the microphone and I laugh as she stumbles slightly in her ridiculously high heels. "Welcome, welcome!" she says cheerfully just like every year. I don't pay attention until she picks a name from the first reaping bowl.

"Leesa Camore!" Mayla calls out but before anyone even has the chance to find out who she is or how old she is I step forward.

"I volunteer!" I call and I'm almost positive I heard my mother gasp. "Amanda Faith, eighteen," I say as I walk up on stage.

"Well, well, Amanda," I'm sure we're all very pleased to have you volunteer," Mayla says and I cringe as she says my first name. I even hate saying it myself… to many terrible memories.

I smile my intimidating smile and stand confidently on stage as Mayla walks to the bowl of boys names.

Granite's POV

"This is my last chance to volunteer, I don't care what anyone says, I'm going!" I shout to the groups, receiving stares from people around us. It takes a long time before someone actually intervenes and even then, we haven't agreed on who's going to volunteer.

I stand in line, my arms folded as I wait for the reaping to start. I'm not surprised to see Faith volunteer. I don't know her very well, we practice together in training sometimes but even then, she's a girl of few words. Judging by the scar on her face too, I'm assuming she has her reasons.

Our district escort approaches the bowl and there's a part of me that hopes my name will get pulled out, just so I won't have anyone else trying to volunteer.

"Curtis Yovok!" Is the next thing I hear from Mayla's mouth. It takes a second before anyone reacts. An older boy approaches the stage but I know he's not trained, I could tell by looking at him.

"I volunteer!" I say, lucky enough to be the only one. I see Curtis clench his eyes in relief and I shake his hand as he thanks he and walks back in line.

"Another volunteer!" Mayla says happily. "And what might your name be?"

"Granite Simon," I tell her and she smiles and congratulates me. I look back out to the lines of kids and see my eleven-year-old twin sisters whispering excitedly to each other. I almost soften into my 'older brother' personality right there on stage but instead I give them a wink and turn to Faith.

"Good luck," I tell her as I shake her hand. She simply nods once and says nothing more.

District 3:

Tayte's POV

I walk anxiously in line for the reaping, kicking the ground beneath my feet. "Only three more," I think to myself as I get closer to the front of the line. "Three more reaping's and I'll never have to face another."

I get to the front of the line and my hand shakes like mad as they prick my finger and take my blood. I always feel queasy on reaping day, this only makes it worse. I suck the blood from my finger as I line up with the other sixteen year olds. No matter what I do, I can't seem to stop shaking. My names in that bowl so many times no one can ever shake the feeling of possibly getting reaped.

I see one of our past victors on stage, Beetee, giving everyone comforting smiles. Most people know him quite well, he's nice like that. I've talked to him a couple of times, he's mentioned what it's like to be in the games… He's sitting on stage next to the mayor and as usual, a strange looking woman from the Capitol. We have a new escort this year but the strange way of dressing an acting certainly hasn't changed.

She welcomes us all to the reaping, much to cheerfully if you ask me and introduces herself as Alora. Quickly getting on with things, her hand reaches into the reaping bowl and pulls out a name. She walks back to the microphone and I hold my breath. "Tayte Amleson!"

I release the breath and almost stop altogether. Everything around me seems to be spinning; I can only catch glimpses' of the sympathetic faces of the relieved girls around me and my mother screams in shock, somewhere up the back. Out off all the names in the bowl, it had to be mine…

I stay where I am, to shocked to move and inch. I still can't quite believe it, even when I'm pushed onto stage by the peacekeepers; every bone in my body feels numb and useless. "Congratulations Tayte!" Alora says, leading me to the spot next to her on stage. I can't quite figure out why she's congratulating me though. No part of this makes me feel good…

Jose's POV

"I come from a pretty wealthy part of my district… I'm only twelve… my name's only in there a few times… I'm not going to be reaped…" this is my mantra the entire trip from my house to the justice building. This is my first reaping and I suddenly understand what my brother meant when he told me how scary it is… but he made it seven years without getting reaped… why shouldn't I?

Alora, the women with bright scarlet hair and a fluoro green dress, starts the reaping. My mouth goes dry and I can feel my hands sweating in my pockets from nerves. A girl named Tayte is reaped for the girls and I can tell she's just as nervous as me, even if she is a lot older.

"And now for the boys!" Alora says excitedly as she scurries over to the opposite reaping bowl. I close my eyes and take slow deep breaths.

"Jose Marshal!" she reads and I almost pass out. I have to look at the boys around me to make sure I heard right. I see Alora waving me up, a smile plastered on her face.

"JOSE!" I hear my brother call my name but he's held back by peacekeepers. I shake my head at him, telling him there's nothing he can do. In my mind I keep hoping that someone will put up their hand and volunteer for me but I know it's useless.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the tributes for district three!" Alora announces and tells us to shake hands. I grip the older girls hand and see tears in her eyes.

"I'm not going to cry…" I tell myself but I wonder how long that will last…

Finally got it done! I really hope you liked it and I did all your characters justice! I know some are shorter than others but it just depends on how much I really know about the tributes. If you'd like to send me extra details, feel free, otherwise I'll just make it up as I go along!

Next up will be districts 4, 5 and 6, so keep a look out! Please review, even if it's not your tribute, I'd love to hear what you think