HG & 1D (Ziam/Niam & Larry)

Liam

"What! Why!" he shouted as his mother, hurriedly shoved things into his oversized bag. "Because honey! Just because!" his mother responded.

"But I don't want to! This isn't fair! I think I should have my own say in this!" he spat, watching her as she carried the bag out of the room.

"Listen, honey. This is only going to be a weekly thing. On the weekends you have the freedom to come home!" she said setting the bag on the sofa, in the small family room. "But I don't want to go at all!" he whined.

"I know honey," she said caressing his cheek, "But its for your own good. I promise, everything is going to be fine."

He sighed and stalked out of the front door.

Liam huffed as he left his house, for possibly the last time ever. It was the day of the reaping for the 72nd annual hunger games, and he was being forced to volunteer.

He had been thrown into the training center at the age of ten. And he unwillingly went with it. Since then, he had become quite skilled with a spear and sword, and could slightly handle knives. Liam wasn't supposed to volunteer, ever. But, because the boy who was supposed to volunteer this year got 'terribly sick', Liam, being the next best 'killer' in the training center, was being forced to volunteer, in his and whoever's name was being pulled out of the bowls place.

"Your going to win." his friend Sal, who he hadn't known was there, whispered from behind him, making Liam jump. "Oh," he sighed, "Right." He kept walking as Sal, moved faster so that he could now walk next to Liam.

They arrived at the square in a short time and took their places amongst the other, seventeen year old boys. In all what seemed to be a matter of five minutes, the escort of District Four, Limina, had spoken, showed the video, and announced the girl tribute, Nia, who was taking her place on stage now. As Limina approached the boys bowl, Liam's heart began pumping, faster and faster. She pulled out a slip, and made her way to the microphone. She opened the slip and announced, "Salvatore Romana." And Liam gasped turning to Sal, knowing how badly he had always wanted to be a tribute.

"Go ahead lad." said Sal, patting his back. "Sorry mate." Liam responded. And without another word he stepped out of the section for seventeen year old males, raised his hand above his head and shouted, "I volunteer!"

And he was sure of something, at the age of seventeen, he was going to be the winner of the 72nd hunger games.