The 100th Hunger Games [currently being edited]

Reapings: District 2 & 3

(District 2)

Velvet Vanity's (Escort) POV

I sigh, dreamily. How did I get so lucky to be able to be the escort for the one hundredth hunger games? Not only am I an escort for the one hundredth hunger games, I am the escort for district two! Finally, one of the districts who understand what a beautiful creation the hunger games is! I mean it's no district one, but almost. How exciting!

I squea, my high-pitched voice echoing round my dressing room.

"Velvet, darling what ever is the matter?" My stylist, Kitty asks, her luminous yellow hair falling in front of her face in concern.

"My lipstick. It clashes with my purple eyelashes." I shriek, tears forming in my golden eyes. Grabbing some blue lipstick, I hastily wipe my old lipstick off my plumped lips. I put on the new lipstick, rubbing my lips together and blowing myself a kiss.

Making noises of pleasure, Kitty poofs up my frizzy blue hair and beams at me.

"Vel, you look ama-ZING! I wish I looked like you." She says, doing a sad puppy face at the end of her sentence but then covering it up by an insanely large smile.

"Aw thanks, Kitty!" I say, giving her one last hug.

I am then pushed out onto the glistening stage. I trot out to the wild crowds in my red high heels, entering the blinding light that seems to be district two. My shoes clack noisily as I make my way towards the microphone, as my eyes adjust to the light.

Tapping the microphone, causing an annoying BOOM to project around the area.

"Well let's get on with the reaping!" I say, not wanting to wait any longer.

Trying to contain my excitement, I dive my hand into the bowl, full to the tip of names of the lucky tributes to be!

After a while of rummaging, I find a slip and pick it out of the bowl, holding it high for all to see. Tension building, I clear my throat and open the slip.

"Venture-" I say, but before I can finish the saying the name, I hear a confident shout from the crowd.

"I volunteer as tribute!" A young man shouts, his gelled black hair shining greasily in the morning sunlight.

I grin widely as he makes his way up to stage.

"What's your name and age?" I ask him, stroking my hips absentmindedly.

"Alec Horn and I am 22." He says, smirking down at his large biceps.

"Now for the next tribute!" I screech, delving my hand into the bowl.

"Beau Annis," I say. This time nobody volunteers, so Beau steps out of the crowd and climbs up onto the stage.

"How old are you, Beau?"

"35," he mutters, his obvious awkwardness showing through his hunched posture.

Clapping my hands excitedly, I give the chance to the crowd to cheer. Then I usher my two tributes into the building.

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(District 3)

Dixie Honey's POV

Anxiously, I walk over to the eleven year old's section, my small hands shaking wildly. My pale green eyes glance over to my twin sister. My mom always told me that we wouldn't get picked together. It wouldn't work. But in these games anything can happen, the President even said it. And whatever the President says goes.

My identical twin sister, Marzia, walks over to me and stands next to me, squeezing my hand reassuringly. I hope with all the small amount of willpower I have that we both won't get picked. It seems silly that I'm worrying about us both getting picked. It's extremely unlikely. Right?

Breathing slowly through my mouth, I try to push my nerves away, as our escort - Silver Frostpath stumbles onto stage. I frown, aren't escorts meant to be happy and all hunger games crazy? At least that's what I heard from the older children at my school.

"Happy Hunger Games! And may the odds be ever in your favor!" Silver attempts to say excitedly, some buy her blatant act however I see an actual soul under all her ice like make up. A quick video about the rebellion is shown and then Silver walks cautiously over to the bowl, as if it might stab her if she gets to close.

"I am now going to pick the lucky two tributes to represent district 3!" Silver says, her voice croaky and blown away in the wind of district three.

Closing her eyes, she puts her hand in and then picks a slip. As she opens the slip, the pain is evident in her eyes. It is soon replaced as she shouts the name she has picked. Dixie Honey. Silver has picked me.

Shock punches me in the face, as my veins turn to ice. Marzia slowly let's go of my hand and I can feel fear creeping up my throat, however I put a brave face on as I'm sure there will be cameras everywhere. I hear Marzia whimper as I start to make my way to the stage. I don't dare look back at her. I have to be strong, anyway if I look at her I will burst into tears and I don't know if I'll be able to stop. I don't have to walk far as I'm only eleven and the youngest are at the front; cautiously I walk up onto the daunting stage.

"How old are you, Dixie?" Silver says, her voice cracking as she looks at my small frame shaking beside her.

"Eleven," I choke out, trying to look anywhere but at Marzia. Look at the clouds, the beautiful clouds. But as soon as I turn my head upwards, the clouds turn grey and the sky darkens.

Silver nods her head sadly and then goes back to the bowl to pick the next tribute.

"Marzia Honey..." Silver gasps, realising what she has done. She has picked sisters, or maybe relatives. But it's even worse, we're twins. Eleven year old twins.

Marzia stutters over to me, horror and fear written all over her face.

"How old are you, Marzia?" Silver says.

"Eleven." Marzia whimpers, her slightly darker green than mine eyes filled with tears.

"Twins..." Silver whispers, her face full of horror.

The crowd is silent, the whole of district three in shock. Not only are we the youngest tributes ever to be reaped, we are the only identical twins to have ever been reaped...

The silence screaming like nails down a chalk board, we are dragged into the justice building as a single tear drop from Silver's solemn face.