The Reaping: District 1 (Jewell's PoV)
My mother was finishing tying the back of my shimmery gold dress. She rattled on about things like "remember your posture…keep smiling…you need to look beautiful for the reaping."
"Mother, I'm always beautiful," I reminded her. I admired my curled chocolate brown hair and adjusted my turquoise necklace into just the right spot. I smiled at my reflection. "Okay, I'm ready to go now," I announced.
This was going to be the biggest day of my life, until I win the hunger games of coarse. I had been training my whole life for these games, and now that I'm eighteen it's my time to volunteer.
After getting my identity checked and watching the promotional video, our escort, Bliss Icing, stepped up to the podium. She's a proper woman with an elaborate purple updo. She can be very irritating at times, but she's a capitol citizen, so I respect her. She put her overdone lips close to the microphone. "Hello district one, I'm so happy to be here."
Who isn't, I thought. Our's is the most luxurious of all the districts. I feel sorry for the saps that get stuck escorting for 11 or 12.
"Happy Hunger Games and may the odds be ever in your favor," she spoke the traditional words. "Now ladies," she began."
"I volunteer," I said loudly and clearly. Several of my friends cheered for me.
"How wonderful," Bliss said as I walked onstage. "And what's your name?"
"Jewell Hanglow," I replied confidently.
"Well alright then. Shall we move on to the boys?" Before she could even make it to the other side of the stage, a voice emerged from the crowd.
"I volunteer," called a muscular boy with tanned skin and curly blond hair. "I'm Worth Richmond."
"Well hello there Worth," Bliss said seductively. I would have gagged if I weren't trying to maintain an image. This woman was in her forties and she was trying to flirt with our 18 year old tribute. God, what a cougar. I simply stood there and smiled though. Respect the capitol Jewell, respect the capitol.
"It looks like district one has a very good chance of winning this year," she gushed.
"When don't we?" Worth pointed out. I giggled. He made a point. Because of our career academy, district one almost always wins.
"All right, Jewell, Worth, shake hands," she instructed. "Ladies and Gentlemen. I present to you, your tributes for the 93rd annual hunger games."
Soon enough I wouldn't be just a tribute, I would be a victor. I was going to win.
The Reaping: District 2 (Scoria's PoV)
"Stop," I complained as the brush tugged on my hair.
"It's custom that children get dressed up for reaping day," My know-it-all sister Topaz, repeated for the millionth time this morning.
"You already forced me into this stupid skirt," I moaned.
"And now we have to manage your hair," she explained while pulling my dirty-blonde hair into a tight barrette.
"There," she said holding a mirror in front of me, "now you look…decent."
I absolutely hated this outfit. A silk, black, button down collar shirt and a flowy white knee length skirt. I'd so much rather be wearing my ripped jeans and a T-shirt.
"Come on," Topaz tugged on my arm, "we have to see who gets picked for the hunger games."
I hate the hunger games. Don't get me wrong, I'm totally okay with killing, but killing isn't a sport. In my district, almost everyone loves the capitol, but not me. I hate them and their games. I had to stop them, so this year I knew I had to do something drastic.
As we walked into Town Square, I was spotted by my friend, Shale Quinroy, who started bursting out laughing. "Oh don't act like you're not wearing the stupidest thing ever too," I retorted.
He looked down at his tie and shut up about my clothes. "Are you nervous about getting reaped?" he asked.
"Oh I'm not gonna get reaped," I said nonchalantly.
"How can you be sure," His panicked voice was becoming strained. "Your names in there six times and not many people take tessera so that a lot-"
"Just trust me," I smirked. I walked over to the girls' side and our escort, Sapphire Cansen skipped onstage. I can't stand that perky capitol chic.
"Hi hi hi everyone," she crooned. "Happy hunger games and may the odds be ever in your favor. Now ladies do we have any volunteers?"
"I do," I announced.
All eyes were on me, but no one looked surprised, it wasn't exactly uncommon for someone in district 2 to volunteer.
"How exciting," Sapphire trilled. "And what's your name sweetie?"
"Scoria Zimmerman," I said trying to ignore the fact that she just called me sweetie.
"How lovely. Well I look foreword to watching you compete. Now on to the boys," she continued.
"I volunteer," called Shale's all too familiar voice.
Oh God no, I wanted to scream. What was he thinking?