Serenity Moon

"Kick harder!" I spat in her face. She just wasn't getting it. You can't win the Hunger Games with strength equivalent to that of a firefly.

Grace fell to the ground in a sweaty mess, panting so heavily that it echoed around the room. I crouched down so that I was at her level and lifted her chin so that she was looking me in the eye. Her eyes were brimming with tears, pathetic.

With a stern glare, I yelled in her face, "I thought you said that you have what it takes to be a victor. Lying on the ground crying is not victor material to me."

She slapped my hand off of her face, stood up and brushed invisible dirt off of her legs. "I'm fourteen! I still have four years until I volunteer. Give me a break!"

I grimaced at the words. Give me a break. Who did she think she was? "When I was fourteen I could kill someone with my bare fists; you can't even bruise me with a club."

Now we were both standing up and I was towering over her. I wasn't the tallest girl in the world at five foot seven, but she was mini. Grace stuck her chest out and tried to look tough, but shrunk back when I shot her a glare.

"You don't understand me," she whimpered. She then turned on her heels and ran out of the room. Typical; this happened almost everyday. My older brother Roy was one of the biggest designers in District 1, so we were pretty well off. So that left my twin sister, Sakura, and I to train the little ones for the games. I was in charge of the youngest two, Grace and Danny, and Sakura was in charge of Sarah and Miroku. Grace always talked about winning the games and bringing honour to the family, but she was a wimp. A pathetic, useless wimp.

Danny didn't really need my help; he was a born champion. But Grace, I almost pitied her. Almost.

I heard some heavy footsteps behind me, picked up my scythe and did a quick turn. Low and behold it was King Douchebag himself.

"Calm down, psycho, that's no way to treat your fellow tribute," he smirked, looking smugly at my defensive stance. "Don't worry; I'm not going to kill you. Yet."

Without removing my gaze, I took small strides towards him. I put my scythe dangerously close to his face and replied monotonously, "What do you mean, fellow tribute?"

"I'm volunteering tomorrow, you're volunteering tomorrow. That makes us fellow tributes," He stated mater-of-factly. He stood there looking at me amusedly, just daring me to deny him.

"I can't volunteer, this District needs me to be alive," I replied, gently stroking his face with my scythe. He had slight stubble growing and I was extremely tempted to shave it off then and there.

Before I could blink, he kicked my scythe out of my hands and had me in a headlock. He lowered his head and his lips brushed my ear, "So you don't think that you wouldn't win? I don't blame you; after all, you'd be going up against someone of my standard."

I elbowed him in the stomach and turned around to punch him, but my fist was caught mid-air.

"See you at the Reaping, Princess."

He was mocking me. That bastard was mocking me. I wasn't a princess. I was a warrior, a fighter; a victor. But I was a victor who had a district that needed her, that depended on her. And that was a victory on its own.

I took a long drink of water and kept taking sips until I reached my boyfriend's house. Darius Shield was the victor of the Hunger Games two years ago, and he was all mine. When I was about to about knock on the door, it was opened and I was greeted by a lovely sight.

Darius was standing there with the most adorable grin on his face. His dimples were showing and I swore his perfectly white teeth were reflecting the sun in my eyes.

He was a very straightforward person so he pushed me against the wall and immediately crushed his lips onto mine. I honestly didn't mind. I wrapped my legs around his waist and he put his arms underneath my butt to support me. He started to lead me to his bedroom and we burst through his door. My back hit the expensive sheets and Darius slipped his hands underneath my shirt. He moved his lips to my neck and left a trail of kisses along my jawline.

Both of our shirts were on the floor now and things were getting a little more intimate. His hands were holding onto my waist firmly while he continued making a trail of kisses down my body. Obnoxious knocks on the door could be heard from upstairs but he was seemingly ignoring them.

A few minutes later, the knocking didn't stop and Darius sighed annoyingly, "I'd better get that." After that he put his shirt on and headed downstairs.

"Well didn't that ruin the mood," I murmured to myself. I just had enough time to slip on my shorts and bra on when I heard high pitched screaming.

"Is it true?" A female voice shouted.

"Is what true?" I heard Darius ask in an unusually soft voice, as if he didn't want me to hear.

Acting on impulse and instinct, I ran downstairs. "Yeah, is it true?" I had no idea what they were talking about, but if it was what I thought it was, he was dead.

The girl at the front of the door started to cry and ran away. Darius turned around and ran his hand down his face. "Look, it-"

I didn't even let him finish when I stormed out of his house. Not even caring that I was half-naked and could be charged with indecent exposure, I was headed to nowhere in particular like a rampaging rhino.

When I heard a wolf-whistle I flipped the bird in their direction and continued walking. A few seconds later I heard someone running up behind me, probably trying to cop a feel. Creep. I tried to ignore the footsteps and hoped that he would stop following me, but when he didn't, I turned around and threw the hardest punch that I could. It was no use though because I ended up hitting the equivalent of a brick wall.

Two encounters with King Douchebag in less than an hour; a new record! I put my hands on my hips while he rubbed his chest and gave me an once-over.

"Nice look," he started to chuckle. "For a princess, you dress sort of slutty."

I was scoffed at his remark but made no move to cover up my cleavage, "Stop calling me Princess. At least I'm not the one called Sunset."

Douchebag put his hand to his heart and mocked, "Words hurt y'know, Princess." He took off his shirt and revealed his washboard abs and watermelon biceps. He slipped it over my head and onto my body. I didn't resist because it was cold, but nevertheless didn't want his stinky shirt on my body.

"Ew." That caused him to laugh and it was so infectious, that I started to laugh too. After a few seconds of laughing, I quickly stopped myself and sighed heavily.

"What's wrong, Serenity," he looked at me sincerely. I just shrugged him off and continued walking. He grabbed me hard around the wrists and I reluctantly turned to face him.

He just stared hard at me until I answered him, "Darius was cheating on me, happy?"

"Everyone knew that, Princess. Well, besides you of course…"

"I think that he might have to dethrone you as King Douchebag."

Sunset let go of my wrists and gave me a Chinese burn, well I think that's what you called it. "What the fuck was that for?"

He just winked at me and smiled, "No one can dethrone this King." And then he disappeared.

"I guess he doesn't want his shirt back," I stated to no one in particular.

When I got home, I was greeted with fourteen familiar faces. All of my family and friends were over, for some odd reason. All of the heads in the room turned around to face me, all of them noticing the over-sized shirt but all of them deciding against questioning it.

"Why are you all here?"

Everyone looked excitedly at Mike, who spoke up, "I'm volunteering tomorrow! We decided to have a last minute going away party."

I just rolled my eyes and frowned, "I wouldn't get my hopes up. Ferads is volunteering tomorrow too. You wouldn't stand a chance against him." I didn't even wait to see their reaction when I walked to my room.

Lying on your bed for hours and staring at the ceiling is not that interesting. So when I heard chants of, "FIGHT! FIGHT!" from the distance, I had to check it out.

After walking for about three minutes, the sight was pretty satisfying. Darius was curled up on the floor, bleeding profusely, while Sunset was kicking the living shit out of him. I couldn't let him have all the fun, so I ran up, pushed him out of the way and sat on Darius so that I was straddling him. I put my right hand on his cheek and smiled. Then I grimaced and punched him so hard in the jaw I swore I heard it crack. Harsh? You know it.

Hands were pulling me off of him but didn't care; if I stayed there I would have killed him. No one betrays Serenity Moon. No one.

In the distance, I saw Sunset with the biggest grin on his face. I approached him and he began to talk, "Wow, prettyboy actually put up a fight." He gestured towards his black eye and busted lip, "But it was damn worth it."

"Why'd you hit him? Not that I'm against it."

"You finally gave me an excuse to knock the brains out of that bastard."

"Well, good job, I mean it. However, you are going to get arrested for this. Dreams of winning The Hunger Games shattered."

He just shook his head dismissively and looked around, "Then where are the Peacekeepers?"

"On their way?"

"You don't get it do you, Princess. Beating up the Mayor's son is one of the worst crimes. What is one of the worst penalties? Death. What does the Capitol see as more of a satisfying way to kill someone than execution? The Games. You see, Princess, when I volunteer tomorrow, they would almost certainly guarantee me a spot in the Games. Genius or what?"

My mouth was left wide open and he disappeared again. He seemed to have a knack for doing that.

I went to sleep after the fight and was rewarded with the best sleep in my life. When I woke up, it was Reaping day. I already picked out my outfit weeks ago so I just had to put it on.

I chose a sky blue, knee-length dress that was loose around the bust but tight around the waist. I also sported matching peep-toe heels and cropped jacket. My hair was a tangled mess so I brushed it and put it in its usual high-ponytail. Every year I wore the same moon locket to the Reaping. It was a family heirloom that my mother gave me before she died.

When I got to the Reaping, yes I didn't wait for my family; they weren't babies, I immediately set my eyes on Darius. His face was swollen all over, he had two black eyes, a busted lip and a broken arm. He looked up and we made eye contact until he buried his head in his un-broken arm. I started to feel sorry for him but I remembered why he was like that. Like I said, no one betrays Serenity Moon. He was sitting next to his father and other victors on stage, but due to his injuries, I doubted that he was mentoring this year.

Useless minutes passed as I did the standard procedure; line up, give a blood sample, go to designated area and wait. The stupid movie they showed every Reaping played and I waited for our district escort to announce our male tribute. It's not like it mattered anyway.

"C-"

Right on cue, Sunset put his hand up and confidently volunteered. Mike and a few others volunteered but their voices were drowned out by Sunset's booming words. He walked cockily to the stage and stuck his chest out, standing tall and strong. He gave Darius a smug look before he trained his eyes on me. His eyebrows arched as if saying "Wanna join me?"

"Oh, looks like we got a winner this year. Now for the lovely lady… Grace Moon!"

My sister smiled and strolled towards the stairs. Sunset mouthed the words "I volunteer" and I winked at him.

"I volunteer!" I yelled at the top of my lungs. Grace turned around with wide-eyes and crinkled up her nose.

"No! I was reaped! Not you!"

I could feel eyes burning into my head as I slowly strolled down the aisle. When I reached Grace, I whispered in her ear, "You're not ready. You can prove your worth when you're eighteen."

She nodded her head slightly then took her spot back in the crowd. When I made my way up to the stage, I told the escort my name and had to shake my partner's hand. His grip was tight on my hand and he mumbled, "Happy Hunger Games, Princess."

Sunset Ferads

My mother and father were watching me expectantly. I took a deep breath, pulled my arm back and let the spear go. It flew sixty metres in the air and it landed in the dummies heart. Sprinting, I reached the next station and drew out the two sharpest swords; one for each hand. I spun around and chopped two dummy heads clean off.

When I reached the next station, I grinned; I loved tridents. I picked one up and threw it straight into the chest of a dummy six stations away and then picked up a second one. I pounced on the closest dummy and pinned it to the ground – Its throat captured between the first and second prong.

The next few stations were easy. Just hand-to-hand combat, archery and an obstacle course. But the last one was scythe wielding. For some reason, I always had trouble with scythes. When I picked it up, it was unusually lightweight. I swung it around with all my might but, to my disappointment, I misjudged myself and missed the head. Instead, it got lodged in the dummy's torso. I had trouble getting it out and when I turned to face my parents, they had their heads shaking in disgust.

"I'm sorry Dad; you know I've never been able to master the scythe."

He looked up at me with a disapproving look. He spoke out in a voice of disappointment, "How are you going to win the Games then? Axe, scythe, spear; they are all the same."

"What do you mean? I aced every other station, can't you just believe in me for once," I pleaded; my mother just avoided eye contact with me as both she and my father walked away. Ever since I was little I was training so hard to please them. I was practically born and raised to win the Hunger Games. All my parents ever asked for me was to be perfect and win the Games. Top of the class wasn't even good enough for them. Until I was a victor, I was nothing.

Deciding that enough was enough for today, I headed for the nursery. My two six year old sisters were currently there. Dawn loved the place and loved the people but Dusk wanted to join me in the lessons. I would always tell her that her day would come but she was so eager and impatient.

"Sunny!" The twins shouted simultaneously. They came charging towards me and practically attacked my legs. A sweet chuckle erupted from behind me and I turned to see my best friend Meadow smiling up at me. She was so small and delicate and against violence – she was exactly the opposite of me.

When we started putting the twins in for the academy's day-care, I started talking to Meadow. Probably one of the most unlikely of friendships but I enjoyed her company more than my other friends. They were either too much like me or too dumb to hold a proper conversation.

I was holding Dawn's hand, she was holding onto Dusk's hand and Dusk was holding onto Meadow's hand. We formed a chain and took up the whole corridor.

"Want to hear a joke?"

Meadow looked up at me and cocked her eyebrow at me curiously, "Shoot."

"Your pay check," I grinned and to my surprised, she let out a small laugh and rolled her eyes.

"Very funny Sunny."

Dawn started to have a fit of uncontrollable laughter and she looked up at me between teary eyes, "Funny and Sunny rhyme. Meadow is much funnier than you!"

Suddenly, a young girl ran out of the room crying. I looked in the room that she ran out of to see the silhouette of Serenity Moon in the distance.

My male friends always talked about her extreme beauty and the things that they would do to her. Yeah I know, they sound quite desperate – because they were. None of them were gain enough to make a move on any other girl besides her because they were so obsessed. They never lost hope in finally getting her because it was a world known fact that her boyfriend, the Darius Shield, was cheating on her with some blonde bimbo from another village. My parents always compared me to her, saying that she could beat me into a pulp. I thought that it was ridiculous because I was like, double her weight. So that's when it began. About one year ago I started watching her training sessions. She was extremely good at hand to hand combat and was pretty strong for a girl of her stature. Watching her was only supposed to be a one off thing but when I saw that the scythe was her primary weapon, I found myself coming back for more. She handled the weapon with such ease, like wielding the scythe was an art form. I picked up some tips from watching her but I never got better with the scythe. I constantly found myself wondering if there was some secret behind it. Meadow started to think that I loved Serenity and still does to this day. She thinks I'm more obsessed with her than my friends, but that wasn't the case. I was just… Intrigued.

"Go," Meadow whispered. "I'll take these little monsters back home."

Deciding to have a little fun, I tried to sneak up to Serenity and scare her. I cursed underneath my breath because I was always loud when I moved.

When I was in a few metres proximity to her, I saw Serenity start to pick up my scythe and before I knew it, she did a quick turn. Her deep blue eyes were like two little slits when she cringed at the sight of me.

"Calm down, psycho, that's no way to treat your fellow tribute," I smirked, looking smugly at her defensive stance. "Don't worry; I'm not going to kill you. Yet."

Without removing her gaze, she took small strides towards me. She put her scythe dangerously close to my face and replied monotonously, "What do you mean, fellow tribute?"

"I'm volunteering tomorrow, you're volunteering tomorrow. That makes us fellow tributes," I stated mater-of-factly. I stood there looking at her amusedly; I was sucking her in one little step at a time. I wanted to test this girl. She how tough she really was.

"I can't volunteer, this District needs me to be alive," she replied, gently stroking my face with her scythe. I wasn't scared of her, this was actually fun. Plus it was true – Even though she was still getting trained herself, she wasn't getting trained to be a victor; she was getting trained to be a trainer. She already trained her little brother and sister but as soon as she was nineteen, she would be a full-time trainer to all students. This District needed more people like her. They needed more brawn, beauty and brain, not just muscular idiots.

Before she could blink, I kicked her scythe out of her hands and put her in a headlock. I lowered my head and my lips brushed her ear gently, "So you don't think that you wouldn't win? I don't blame you; after all, you'd be going up against someone of my standard."

She didn't reply with words, but instead replied with an elbow in my stomach and an attempt to punch me, but I caught her fist mid-air.

"See you at the Reaping, Princess."

My mission was done and I felt satisfied, so I decided to head into town. I probably should have gone home to my sisters, but they were in good hands. When I checked my pockets, I was thrilled to see that I had more than enough money to buy what I wanted.

I took the scenic route to the bakery and bought myself a small iced coffee. It was sad to say that this was one of the main reasons why I loved being rich so much. While I was sipping on my flavoured milk, I walked over to the dress shop.

"Your three best dresses, sir. Two pink and one a minty green."

The shopkeeper gave me a knowing smile, "The twins and Meadow?"

"You know it."

"Would you like to have them delivered to your house?"

"Like always," I laughed as I handed money over to the man. Ever since the twins were born, I frequently bought them dresses and toys. People always made fun of me because "such a burly young man looks out of place with two little girls clad in pink" but I didn't care. I loved my sisters dearly. As for Meadow, I loved her like a third sister, so when I met her four years ago I started buying her things whenever I bought Dawn and Dusk things. Meadow wasn't poor; she had enough money to live, but not enough to indulge into all that District One had to offer. Since she was a full-time volunteer at the day-care, she only ever got paid with tips. It might sound bad but the amount of tips she earned weekly was equivalent to the lower class of District One's monthly rate. My parents did tip her a fair amount, because they couldn't look after their own children, but I bought her items because I thought she deserved more. It was hard to take care of two kids let alone dozens at a time. But I also bought her things because she was my best friend.

When I thanked the shopkeeper, I left the shop and nearly died at the sight I saw; Serenity was in black booty shorts and a fluoro orange bra, storming down the street looking like she was going to slit the throats of everyone who set eyes on her. But she wasn't just angry and naked, she looked upset too.

Trying to cheer her up and get her attention, I gave her a wolf-whistle. My failed attempt at getting her to look at me was gifted with a rude gesture and she continued walking. A few seconds later I caught up to Serenity. I didn't mean to look, it was hard not to, but she had a nice body. She turned around and threw a hard punch into my chest. It actually hurt.

Serenity put her hands on her bare hips while I rubbed my chest in pain. She was now facing me and I couldn't help but giving her an once-over. She started to shiver, I was even cold and I had a long sleeved shirt on, so since she was virtually naked, she must have been freezing.

"Nice look," I started to chuckle. "For a princess, you dress sort of slutty."

She was scoffed at my remark but made no move to cover up herself, "Stop calling me Princess. At least I'm not the one called Sunset."

I got that a lot so it didn't really get to me. I put my hand to my heart and mocked, "Words hurt y'know, Princess." When Serenity shivered again I took off my shirt. I slipped it over her head and onto her body. The sleeves were much longer than her arms and the shirt covered her entire body up until the bottom of her shorts.

"Ew," She murmured. The look on her face was so funny that I burst into laughter. For some reason, Serenity started to laugh too. Her laugh sounded eerily similar to Meadow's, just a tiny bit deeper. After a few seconds of laughing, she quickly stopped herself and sighed heavily. Her eyes were brimming with tears. I wasn't sure if they were from the laughter or she was really upset so I decided to find out.

"What's wrong, Serenity," I tried to sound as genuine as possible. She just shrugged me off and continued walking. I grabbed her, a little too harshly, around the wrists and she reluctantly turned to face me.

I could tell that something was wrong now so I just stared hard at her until she answered me, "Darius was cheating on me, happy?" She finally found out.

"Everyone knew that, Princess. Well, besides you of course…"

"I think that he might have to dethrone you as King Douchebag."

This surprised me but it didn't hurt. We never really had a decent conversation and I probably rubbed her the wrong way. Grinning, I let go of her wrists and gave her a Chinese burn, which was something that Dusk taught me. "What the fuck was that for?"

I just winked at her and smiled, "No one can dethrone this King." And then I walked off.

When I made it to my house, Meadow had both of the twins sitting on her lap. She looked up at me through her lashes with an unimpressed look on her face. She whispered in the lowest voice that she could, "Your parents want the house for themselves tonight. You are welcome at my place if you want." She never told me upfront, but I could tell that Meadow was not too fond of my parents.

It was a twenty minute walk to Meadow's house. Dawn, Dusk, Meadow and I took turns at telling jokes to one another. Meadow eventually won with the 'funniest' jokes but the girls were biased towards her.

Dinner at Meadow's place was amazing. Her mother and father were welcoming and warm as always and her little sister, Megan, always played well with my sisters.

When I looked out of the window, I could just make out a person through the darkness. Darius. I knew for a fact that Serenity's house was only a five minute jog from here so I was a bit sceptical.

"I'll be back in a few," I told everyone in the room. When I went outside, I saw that Darius had a three block head start on me and I formed a plan inside my head. I just never liked "District 1's little golden boy". Adults loved him because they didn't get to know the real Darius.

"Oi, shield!" I called out. He turned around to face me and looked quite surprised to see me.

"What do you want Ferads?"

"You don't happen to be going to Serenity's house do you?"

"As a matter of fact I am," He looked at me suspiciously and continued, "What's it to ya? She is my girlfriend after all."

"Was," I corrected. Darius started to take a few steps towards me. He was almost as tall as me, but not anywhere as big as me.

He rolled his eyes and stuck his nose in the air, "You are in no position to tell me anything."

Darius was falling right into my trap. People started to crowd around us and were watching curiously.

"I would back away if I was you," He warned and I didn't reply.

I let him walk a few metres away until I teased, "How did you ever win the Hunger Games? An ugly wimp like you…"

"That's it!" He yelled, fed up.

The crowd started to chant rather loudly, "FIGHT! FIGHT!"

After a few seconds of giving punches and receiving punches, Darius was curled up on the floor, bleeding profusely, while I was kicking the living shit out of him. I knew that this would hurt him immensely but I knew when to stop. I didn't want to kill him or anything.

Unexpectedly, I was pushed out of the way. Serenity sat on Darius so that she was straddling him. She put my right hand on his cheek and smiled sadly. She looked as she was in pain to see him in pain. Idiot. I started to walk away until I heard the crowd let out a simultaneous "Oooh".

When I turned around, I saw Serenity looking at Darius viciously. Her fist was raised in the air and people were trying to pull her off of him. She was still wearing my oversized t-shirt but I didn't mention it.

She started approaching me and I began to talk, "Wow, prettyboy actually put up a fight." I gestured towards my throbbing face, "But it was damn worth it."

"Why'd you hit him? Not that I'm against it."

I didn't even need to think a stated, "You finally gave me an excuse to knock the brains out of that bastard."

"Well, good job, I mean it. However, you are going to get arrested for this. Dreams of winning The Hunger Games shattered."

I just shook my head dismissively and looked around, "Then where are the Peacekeepers?"

"On their way?"

"You don't get it do you, Princess. Beating up the Mayor's son is one of the worst crimes. What is one of the worst penalties? Death. What does the Capitol see as more of a satisfying way to kill someone than execution? The Games. You see, Princess, when I volunteer tomorrow, they would almost certainly guarantee me a spot in the Games. Genius or what?"

Her mouth was wide open and as I turned on my heels and walked away. She could think about what I said on her own.

When I went back to Meadow's house, everyone was shocked and worried to see my state. The twins had little smirks on their faces and Meadow's mother went straight to her medicine cabinet. After being fixed up as best as I could, I fell asleep on Meadow's strangely comfortable couch.

"Morning, stupid," I was greeted with the touching words of Dusk.

I sat up and stretched my arms out. When I turned my head I saw Meadow standing a few metres away.

"Come to my house, I have a surprise for you."

The walk to my house was similar to yesterdays'. Though, somehow Dawn managed to win today.

There were three packages on the doorstep. All three of the girls opened their designated packages and immediately the twins squealed in delight. They awarded me with double kisses on the cheek. When I looked up saw an astonished Meadow. She was holding the dress up to her body and spun several times with it pressed against her body.

"Do you like it?" Her head spun around quickly to face me and she started crying. She gently placed the dress on the ground and gave me a giant hug. Meadow was standing on the third step and I was standing on the ground, so when she hugged me, her head was buried into my neck. She said something but it was muffled so I couldn't hear her.

We broke the hug after a few more moments and she went back to her house to put the dress on. "Meet you at the Reaping," she said quite solemnly; she knew that I was going to volunteer.

I opened my house to see my unusually happy parents staring at me. "Today's the big day!"

After that they shooed me to my room to get ready while they put the girls in their new dresses. I decided on wearing a simple grey V-neck that complimented my muscles and the best pair of black pants that I owned. I threw on casual black sandals and ruffled my blond hair. When I looked in the mirror I was pleased; let's just say that I wasn't on the short end of the stick when it comes to the looks department.

My parents decided on getting a head start, because when I got out of my room, they were gone. I hurriedly made my way to the Reaping. The first things I saw was Darius – His face looked fucked up. I secretly wished that he was mentoring this year but bashing him up was more satisfying. Know that I thought about it, I actually didn't want him to mentor; who would want that idiot to be in charge of your life?

I could see my parents holding Dusk and Dawn in the crowd. They waved excitedly at me and I waved back. They knew what was going on but they thought that I had a 110% chance of coming back alive, so they weren't worried.

When I went to my designated spot in the eighteen-year-olds crowd, I desperately searched for Meadow's face. I found that she was already looking at me and we exchanged reassuring smiles.

It was finally time.

"C-"

"I volunteer!" A few others volunteered but their voices were drowned out by my loud voice. I walked as confident as I could to the stage and stressed the fact that I was bigger than everyone else by sticking my chest out. When I saw Darius again, I gave him a smug look before I trained my eyes on a familiar face. I arched my eyebrows at her. Was she going to volunteer or not?

"Oh, looks like we got a winner this year. Now for the lovely lady… Grace Moon!"

I recognised Grace as the crying girl from yesterday and instantly judged that if she was the tribute this year, she'd be dead in the bloodbath. She smiled and strolled towards the stairs. I mouthed the words "I volunteer" to Serenity and she winked in response.

"I volunteer!" She yelled at the top of her lungs. Grace turned around with wide-eyes and crinkled up her nose.

"No! I was reaped! Not you!"

Every eye was trained on Serenity as she slowly made it down the aisle to her sister. She started to whisper something in her ear which earned her a curt nod. Grace ran back to her spot in the crowd while Serenity made her way up the stairs.

"What's your name dearie?"

"Serenity. Serenity Moon."

"Our tributes from District One everybody!" Everybody clapped their hands and I basked in the glory. "Now, shake hands," she whispered to us, hardly audible underneath the crowds cheering.

I turned to shake Serenity's hand and mumbled, "Happy Hunger Games, Princess."

This was going to be interesting.


Sorry if this was too long! You people just sent me good characters that I could work around. This was extremely fun to write so tell me what you think or if I made any spelling mistakes.

Did you like these tributes? Would you like your own tributes in this story? If you do just send one in through PM using the form on my profile.

The official line-up so far:

District 1

Male – Sunset Ferads 18 (The Koala of Doom)

Female – Serenity Moon 18 (Sakurayuuki19)

District 2

Male –

Female – Karina Vega 17 (MidnightRaven323)

District 3

Male – Dordirick Rooney 17 (MnM007)

Female – Kyra Monroe 17 (XxWinterFallzxX)

District 4

Male – Caspian Orman 18 (richards25)

Female – Aleyce Ellison 18 (Jalooloo)

District 5

Male – Reserved

Female –

District 6

Male – Gavyn Darrow 14 (Kitkat1425)

Female – Elldora 'Ell' Tenning 16 (little pink butterflies)

District 7

Male – Reserved

Female – Ivy Rhianna Mirasis 18 (violetsinthesky)

District 8

Male – Roller "Double R" Radke 14 (TheEverlastingDreamer)

Female – Cotton "Cottontail" Lumin 15 (Run Rana Run)

District 9

Male – Kreios Benitz 17 (The Koala of Doom)

Female –

District 10

Male – Jeremiah Verity 16 (little pink butterflies)

Female – Andromeda Evans 15 (The Apprentice of Pisces)

District 11

Male – Larkspur "Lark" Agatha 17 (Aspect1)

Female –

District 12

Male –

Female – Orchid Whishart 12 (XxxPaperHeartzxxX)

Thank you guys for the wonderful tributes and I hope to update this again as soon as possible!

~Love Jalooloo

P.S. If you have time, submit a tribute Nikole A's SYOT. I wanted to submit one but I have no ideas and now I feel bad.

THANK YOU FOR READING!