Let The Games Begin

District 7 and 4 reapings

Disclaimer: I do not own the hunger games but all characters are mine! Enjoy:)

District 7

Miles Payton POV:

I was sitting on the ground, my back against the brick wall of an unoccupied house in my District. I ran my fingers through my light brown hair, trying hard to keep my mind far away from the reapings. I shut my eyes and rested my head against the wall.

I felt a tap on my shoulder and I jumped, opening my eyes in shock. I calmed down when I saw the familiar face of my friend Diana, "don't do that Diana! You nearly gave me a heart attack!" She laughed and sat down next to me, "you seem stressed out Miles, whats up?" I sighed look down at my lap, "I'm definitely going to be reaped, my names is in there over 50 times," I looked up at my friend, tears welling up in my eyes. Diana hugged me tightly and whispered in my ear, "don't think like that, always pray for the best out come." I buried my head in her shoulder and allowed the tears to come out.

I stood in the town square with the other boys my age, trying not to draw attention to myself. Our escort, Cecilia Green, walked swiftly onto the stage, a stony look on her face, we all knew that she hated these games as much as we did. "Welcome to the 132nd annual Hunger Games," She a bored, regretful tone; it was clear that this was not a happy time for her. She dug her fingers into the female bowl, slowly drawing her hand out. "The female tribute for District 7 is....Arianna Enfield," Cecilia said with a downcast look. A tall, slightly masculine girl came up, visibly shaking. I felt scared looking at her since I knew she could easily kill me in the games, "I'm 17 years old," said Arianna in a low, husky voice. She stood to the side and stared at the floor beneath her.

Cecilia put her long fingers into the second large bowl pulling a slip out. Even though I knew what name would be on it, I still hoped that anyone else's name would be said.

"And you male tribute is...Miles Payton." Tears immediately rolled down my cheeks as I walked up to the stage. Cecilia looked broken when she saw how young I was. "I'm 14," I said so quietly that I was sure that no one could hear me. Cecilia repeated my age and told us to shake hands. Before we left the stage I looked over at my District, this was the last time I would ever see any of then for I was sure to die in these games.

District 4

James Quinton POV:

I stared up at the sky as I floated in the lake that I had practically grown up in. I was quite nervous for the games, unfortunately my father is forcing me to volunteer, saying that 'I must carry out the family tradition.' You see every male member in my family has been a victor, and now it was my turn. I had been forced to train every since I could remember and it has always been hard for me, people expect me to be strong, smart and skilled because of my family and I just can't live up to that expectation.

I climbed out of the water and pulled my shirt over my chest, I then jogged back to my house so that I could get ready for the reapings. The minute I walked through the door I was greeted to my little sister practically barrelling into me. "Hello James! Look at the dress mother got for me to wear!" She said in excitement, spinning on the spot to show off her baby blue silk dress. "You look beautiful!" I exclaim, receiving a large grin from my sister. I walked up the stairs, grabbed a towel from the closet, walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower tap.

After my shower I started dressing myself in the suit laid out for me. Like my sisters, it came with a pale blue blazer and matching pants and tie, the button up shirt was white. I quickly blow-dried my dirty blonde hair before meeting my mother and my many siblings at the door. I was the second oldest child in my family, the first being my older brother Nick, who won the games 2 years ago when he was 17. Then, as one family, we headed out to the square.

I stood with the rest of my age group, thinking about what I had to do next. The previous victors walked up to the stage, they included my brother and father (my grandfather died a few years ago), my father looked at me with a knowing smile and winked before turning his attention back to our escort, Brea Winscott, "Happy annual Hunger Games! And may the odds be ever in your favour!" She squealed happily with a grin. The crowd cheered happily as she eagerly grabbed a slip of paper from the first bowl, "your female tribute is Re-"

"I volunteer!" I female voice screamed from the audience. A girl with short, choppy red hair, stunning blue eyes and too many freckles to count ran up to the stage. "Oh wonderful! And may I ask what you name is and how old you are dear?" Chirped Brea happily,"my name is Rosmery Prescott and I'm 18 years old," She barked confidently,"wonderful! And now for the male tribute..." Shrieked Brea grabbing another slip of paper, " and you male tribute is Ha-"

"I volunteer!" I yell, hoping she can hear me. I walk up to the stage as there are more cheers from the happy District. I walk up the microphone, "my name is James Quinton and I'm 17 years old," I say as they cheers get louder when they hear my last name, my family is rather famous around here. Rosmery and I shake hands before leaving the stage. She looks over to me with a cocky smile, "and may the best win," She smirks before turning away and following Brea.