*Arienne Emeraldi's P.O.V.*
I flip my perfectly curled brown hair over my shoulder impatiently as I wait on my mother to bring me my reaping dress. I stare off into space, biting my lip. I'm slightly excited for the reaping; I have a chance of winning. My parents made sure of that. My parents, the victors. My parents, the cruel people that push me to train to be a victor so I can frolic back to our happy District 1 Victor Family.
"Arienne, dear, here's your dress," my mother says in her intoxicating honey voice. Don't let her beautiful looks fool you; she's a deadly person. My father is, as well. I nearly snatch the dress from her and she shuts my bedroom door, leaving me to change in my luxurious room. The dress, a sheer one made from white silk, hugs me in all the right places. I step down the stairs and into our rich living room, ready to take on the reaping.
"Don't you look lovely," my father croons. He reaches out to me, but I brush him off coldly. I don't want any effort they try to make on the reaping days. My mother stares at me and then gestures towards the door. My family haugtily steps out and towards the large square for the reaping.
*Ethan Hall's P.O.V.*
"Ethan, sweetie, it's time to go!" my mom calls. I walk out of my small bedroom, running my hands through my golden-brown hair. My mother's kind, beautiful face is all I need to keep going. We link our arms and step out of our tiny home in the low-income part of 1. We walk off down the beaten road, laughing. My mother is my only true friend. We became close after my father left us and we've become even closer over the years. It would pain her to see me go into the games.
We reach the square and I go to stand with the other 18-year-old boys, my mom waving anxiously. I flash her a smile and face forward to see Valeria Marchutti, the District 1 escort. She's very freakish, with purple hair cut pixy-style and her skin dyed an electric blue. She says some stuff about the Captiol (which I tune out) and then pipes ridicoulosly, "Ladies first!" She fishes around in the bowl and pulls out a small slip of paper. "Estella Vinc--"
"I volunteer!" A beautiful girl steps out of the 18-year-old section and steps onto the stage with an air of arrogance. She leans over and speaks her name into the microphone, "Arienne Emeraldi!"
"What a lovely name! Well, here is our male tribute!" she digs around in the bowl and pulls out...."Ethan Hall!"
Oh, damn.
~*~
My mother hugs me and sobs into my shoulder. I hug her back, trying to be brave. I see Arienne chatting with her parents, a cold look on her face. Mom lets go of me and pecks my cheek.
"Try to be the better person, Ethan. I love you," are her parting words before Capitol attendants take me and Arienne off to the train.
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