The 100th Annual Hunger Games Quarter Quell: District Revenge

Xander Green ~ Reaping Day

Someone nudges my shoulder. I smile.

"It's okay, I'll be fine, I'm Xander remember?" I tell Luda, my best friend.

Luda grips my shoulder and stare straight into my eyes, like he does just before a game. "Kill them dead." I nod my head and tell him to inform my family that I love them and I wish them the best. . "You can do this X, just like you made that touchdown in the last quarter. It's the same except this quarter is a Quell and not football." I laugh at his joke and walk up the stairs.

Divine Jets, a woman who's right hand chose the faith of how I will live my life.

"Xander?" She questions.

"In the flesh," I respond with a deep breath.

Divine laughs. "Why don't you tell Panem your age." She says.

I speak into the microphone. "I'm eighteen years old," A couple of the girl Tributes and my classmates below me sigh in a loving breath of air.

"You're quite the looker aren't you?" Divine asks.

I blush. The bloods that surrounds my cheek can be seen from the jumbo screen that captures my embarrassment on my right. The clarity is so vivid and clear making every detail on my face noticeable. You can see my green highlights in my hair, my green eyes, and green eyebrows. I like the color. It reminds me of the field. That's where I feel more comfortable at.

"How are you going to survive in the arena this year Xander?"

"I play football, with Mason." I look at Mason. His hands are on his knees but then her perked up as soon as he heard his name.

"He's a good Kicker and Runner back," I say.

Mason smiles and Slade, his friend, rolls his eyes. Slade isn't the one to trust in the Games.

"What position do you play?" Divine asks.

"Quarter back,' I say smiling, making sure to show off my teeth for the camera.

"Wow, aren't you a Well Rounded Victor!" The audience cheers.

A Well Rounded Victor is an honor to be chosen as. The Districts at home choose their three favorite Tributes. Meaning they have to be "Well Rounded". Athletic, charismatic, and intelligent. The three Well Rounded Tributes will be chosen according to their reaping reaction and responses, the live interview, and training score. There's always a special gift for the Well Rounded Tributes during the bloodbath. Depending on if those three Tributes will get it first.

"Thank you Divine, I won't let the Capitol down!" I say into the cameras. The District Officals and some of my classmates clap and shout my name. I give them a smirk followed by a playful bow. This is a Game right?

"Thank you for your sacrifice, Xander." Divine says patting my back.

"Don't worry, you'll see me again as a mentor." I don't tell this to Divine, but the children below me, biting their lips and digging their nails into their skin, anxiously awaiting for the infamous reaping of the next tribute."

I sit down next to Evander and peer down at the long row of tributes. There's allot. Allot of weak kids I mean. Nobody much of a challenge. Mostly twelve year old's who are scared out of their minds. I feel sorry and pity for them but I need to go home. I am the starring quarterback. I have a life. Not saying that the other tributes don't, but I'm obligated to come back home to my dad. I'm the only one he's got. My father will not loose me to the Games.

I look over to my left and see Mason a few seats down from me.

"Allies?" I mouth.

He shakes his head no and apparently Slade, must've got a kick out of that.