The Silent Revolution: a Hunger Games Fanfic

Chapter 1: The Reaping

A/N: I know this story doesn't use the correct order of districts being reaped, but I'm just having it go 1, 2, 3, ect. for the purpose of the story.

Clementine

    Today is the day of the reaping. The day when all citizens of Panem gather to draw the tributes. The day I will learn who my tribute is. Me and 23 other students of The Academy, a prestigious Capital school, were chosen to mentor a tribute. Being high honors and a favorite of the teachers, I was lucky enough to get the District Two male, whoever that is. I know the Hunger Games are messed up, but I also know that this is an opinion I will never be able to share.
    I stare at the screen as the reaping begins.
Caralana Spiph, the District One escort, reaches her neon pink gloved hand into the bowl of girl names. I know that whoever she picks won't actually compete, as District One tends to have volunteers, but I still listen carefully to the name called.
    "The District One girl tribute is...Emerald Sparkle! I roll my eyes. District One must hate their children to give them such strange names. Actually, that would make a lot of sense, since it's not unusual for parents to encourage or force their children to train and volunteer.
    "I volunteer as tribute!" Yells a cruel looking girl with eyes as sharp as the nails she has sharpened to claws and painted a metallic color.
    At the same time, a girl that seems to be made out of muscle yells the same.
    The first girl growls and has her pinned down in seconds, with her talons gentally tracing her throat. The muscular girl starts calling for help, but none comes. She starts to cry and, satisfied, the girl with the claws releases her and climbs up the stage.
    "Look at her!" my classmate says happily, pleased with his tribute.
    "What's your name, dear?" asks Caralana nervously.
    "Taelyn Valour"
"Congrats for volunteering!" Chirps Caralana. "Now for the boys."
    I try to pay attention and make some notes. The boy is a huge, brutish creature who will be hard to beat in hand to hand combat. The District Two girl's eyes are hard with determination and is apparently related to Enobaria. Now for the boy. My boy. Looking strangely nervous, Selesta Pimpton, the District Two escort, carefully picks up the first one she touched. Odd. "Mr. Samuel Xavier!"
    I gasp.

Sam

    Today is the day of the reaping. Even though I know I'm not in it, the air still feels tense. My Grandfather, Maximus Xavier the first, bought my whole family out of the horrid lottery years ago. You see, my family used to live in District Two, until my Grandad became an important military commander. Then we moved and life changed drastically. At least, that's what my mother says. I was too young to remember much.
    Now, I sit, waiting impatiently for my tribute, the District Eight girl (sigh) to be drawn. District Eight is textiles, so there's no way she'll win. My best friend, Leo Alder, who is lucky enough to be waiting for the District Two girl, talks excitedly about the project. He has tons of ideas to make sure his tribute was the winner–not that he's sharing these strategies with me. He's a bit of a history nerd and I'm sure he'll find a way to tweak the strategy of a past victor to his liking.
    I look up. It's finally starting. I watch the District One girl nearly kill another volunteer. I make a mental note that her claw-like nails are dangerous and that we'll have to find a way to avoid them. Who am I kidding? I don't know if a District Eight girl has ever won and I doubt I will change this. I yawn. Next up is the boy, and I start to zone out. I pay no attention until it's time for the District Two boy. Whoever he is could've been me in a different life. He'll be Clementine's tribute. She's who I'm most worried about, as I'm sure she'll have tons of strategies for her tribute. He'll probably be a huge and deadly brute if he's like past District Two volunteers. I hope she doesn't like him. Stop! I tell myself I do NOT have a crush on Clementine Ebony. I shake my head and listen to the name being called.
    She unfurls the paper and announces "Mr. Samuel Xavier!" My heart nearly stops.