Let The Games Begin

District 10 and 2 reapings

Disclaimer: I don't own the Hunger Games although all the characters are mine :) enjoy!

District 10

Isadora POV:

I raced through the old, extremely dirty houses of District 10, desperate for some solitude before the reapings were to start. My bare feet started to ache due to small rocks in the ground. I looked over at the many unoccupied houses in the Victors Village, a sense of fear washed over me as I ran, I knew the odds of me getting picked were slim; my family didn't let me put in any extra names for teresse, but I still worried anyway. I slowed down when I saw the familiar sight of the fence that kept people from either entering or leaving the District. I sat myself down on the dirt ground, facing the fence. I shut my eyes and sighed; I really hated the Hunger Games. I pulled my hands to my dark messy hair and slowly split it into two braids. I was already wearing my best outfit; a light blue dress that stopped at my knees. It was old and worn but it was the best my family could get. I eventually decided I should head back to the town and forced myself to stand up.

I walked into the town square and lined up behind the rest of the nervous children. I soon joined the others who were already waiting impatiently inside the square. We watched a video play on the large screen on the stage, it was about the rebellion and how the Hunger Games came to be. I tuned out most of it. After the video came to an end, our escort ,Esther Smith, walked swiftly across the stage, her incredibly high heels echoing throughout the silent audience. She had tall neon purple hair, light blue skin, long false lashes and so much make up that I was sure she would be unrecognisable without it. She was wearing a glittery purple suit that matched her hair. This was the normal look of a capital citizen.

Esther cleared her throat as she spoke into the microphone, "Hello everyone, and happy Hunger Games! May the odds be ever in your favour!" The whole of the District stayed silent, despite her excited manner. I wondered for the millionth time how the people of the capital enjoyed watching kids kill eachother so much, it was barbaric! "We will be choosing one lucky female and male tribute between the ages of 12 and 18 to compete in the Annual Hunger Games!" Esther chirped happily. She looked over at one of the bowls containing the female names, " and the District 10 female tribute is.." I prayed with every fibre of my body that my name was not on that tiny slip of paper,

"Isadora Kimberly!" The world seemed to disappear. Had I heard her right? Was this actually happening? I slowly walked up to the stage, my face reflecting shock. I could hear my mother screaming for someone to volunteer and it took all my willpower to stop myself from crying. I put on a brave face and acted confident as I walked onto the stage and up to the microphone, "I'm 14," I said, trying to stop my voice from shaking, I could not let the other tributes thinking I'm weak. I stood slightly to the side and stared at the floor, trying desperately to keep all emotion from my face.

Esther smiled and looked back at the audience, "now for the boys!" She dug her fingers into the second bowl, "and the District 10 male tribute is....Ash Haldee!" I watched as a boy ,that I recognised from my year at school, walked quickly onto the stage, face cold and emotionless. We had rarely ever spoken at school, but I still felt sorry for him; I knew he had a large family that loved him and would be devasted if he died. Ash walked up to microphone and said in a clear, cold voice, "I'm also 14," and came over and stood next to me. We were then told to shake hands and then ushered off of the stage by Esther.

I waited silently in a room to say goodbye to anyone. The first person to come in was my best friend Arabella. She didn't say anything and she didn't need too. We just sat there crying together until the time was up. Right before she left she whispered something into my ear, "I'll miss you so much Izzy," and then she left.

The next person to come in was my mother. "Oh my baby girl," She said so quietly I could barely hear her, "I love you so much, I know you can win this, please..." She continued, her voice shaking, tears rolling down her pale face,"promise me you'll try your best to come home, promise  me," I hugged the only family member I had, "I promise," I replied, tears falling freely down my cheeks. I had to win this for her. I had to. Way to soon the peacekeepers came to take my mother out. "I love you!" She screamed as she struggled against the strong peacekeepers, "I love you too," I said, looking down. I truely hated these games.

District 2

Storm Gladstone POV:

I had been practicing hand-to-hand combat with my intructor all morning and I now needed time to get ready for the reapings. I'd already decided to volunteer for the games this year. I know I will win and bring my family and district glory. I've been training for the games ever since I could walk and I was definitely ready to enter. I brushed my brown, dead straight hair until all of the knots were gone. I then slipped my pale pink dress over my body and looked into the mirror. My brown eyes stared back at me and I sighed noticing the blood on my cheek from training. I went into the bathroom and washed the blood away quickly before heading outside.

By the time I got to the town square, it had already been mostly filled up by excited children, all eager to find out who the volunteers will be this year. I scanned the crowd before finding my friend Madison and walked over to her. She smiled when she saw me and whispered into my ear, "good luck!"

I ignored the video about the Hunger Games due to the fact that I had heard it so many times I could probably recite it from heart now. Melaine Becket, our escort, walked onto the stage will a large grin on her face as we all cheered loudly. Her pink hair had been styled in curls that seemed to cling to her cheeks and chin. She was wearing a gorgeous pink dress that seemed to fall into wavy curls towards the end, mimicking her hair. Like usual, she wore a full face of make-up and too tall high heels. "Welcome everyone to the 132nd Hunger Games! And may the odds be ever in your favour!" The whole district cheered loudly at these words. She dug her hands into one of the large bowls next to her, "and your female tribute is Sha-"

"I volunteer!" I yelled with all my might as I walked up to the stage with confidence as the District cheered. "Oh joy!" Melaine squealed, her thick capital accent making her words sound odd, "come here sweety, what is your name and how old are you?" She asked excitedly,"My name is Storm Gladstone and I'm 17 years old, trust me when I say that you will be seeing me again after I win this year," I announced confidently smiling at the happy crowd. "Ahhh seems we have a promising tribute this year don't we," replied Melaine happily. I grinned and stood to the side as I watched Melaine put her hand into the second bowl.

"And our male tribute is To-" There was a shout from the crowd, "I volunteer!" Melaine somehow grinned even more when she saw the tall, masculine boy with blonde hair and pale blue eyes who had spoken up, run up to the stage, a cocky smile plastered on his face. Before Melaine could even ask the question, he went up to the microphone and spoke in a clear, low voice, "My name is Alexander Harlan and I'm 16 years old." The audience continued to cheer as Alexander and I shook hands and walked off the stage, waving to the happy District. I looked over at my competition. This is definitely going to be a fun Hunger Games.