District 2- Cartatia Mason

"Alright, keep your arms steady, stay calm." I felt the boy's shoulder relax under my hand.

"Now draw back, not too hard though." He pulled the string back until there was just the right amount of tension.

"Make sure you aim always aim slightly higher than the target." He slightly shifted the direction his bow was facing.

"Now, release."

He let go of the string and the arrow went soaring through the air. There was a small thud as the arrow hit the target. It hit the third ring. It wasn't too bad, considering that it was only his second week of training.

"Good work today, Less. I won't be here for the next few weeks, so you'll be working with Tye on some hand-to-hand combat."

He nodded and gathered up his stuff before he made his way out of the training center. He was 13, and training for the games. He had started a bit late than most, but better late than never. I looked up at the clock in the training center. I still had a fair amount of time before the reapings, and I had to look presentable. While Less still had a few more years, this year was my turn to volunteer.

I grabbed my bag and made my way to the changing room. I took my long black hair out of its ponytail and peeled off my work clothes. I brought out a pale yellow sundress and slipped it on. I took out a brush and brushed my hair to get some of the tangles out. I looked in the mirror and shrugged. I looked fine. I threw my other pair of clothes in my bag and tossed it into my locker. It was time for the reapings.

I had been training for the games for as long as I can remember. I came to the training center so frequently, they even asked me to be an instructor. Of course, I accepted it. I loved helping others become strong like me, and learn their skills. I didn't actually love the people themselves; I just loved helping them discover their inner selves, just as my trainer had done for me. Before, I had been so timid and quiet, but after I started training, it opened up a new side of me. I was now tougher than stone, cunning and fierce. I would do whatever it took to reach my goals.

I considered stopping by my house on the way to the reapings, but unfortunately I didn't have time. My family should have already been there, since that year was the first time my little brother was eligible. My parents were trying to convince him to start training like I had, but he was so stubborn. It was unlikely that that would ever happen. If he had his mind set on something, there was no changing it.

I finally made it to the reapings and went to my section. After looking around, I didn't see any of my friends anywhere. Oh well, there'd be other times I'd be able to see them... Like after I win the Hunger Games!

District 2- Jagger Krall

I woke up to the annoying blaring of my alarm. I flailed my arm out until I hit it and knocked the stupid clock to the ground. After a few more beeps, it finally stopped. I groaned and sat up in my bed. The reapings were the last place I wanted to be. I wasn't very good at tolerating people and there would be plenty of them there.

The way I had been raised, or rather, the way I hadn't been raised, was anti-socially. My parents were always out, so I was usually alone in our huge house. I rarely went outside, or had any human interaction, so I just kind of tossed away my emotions for people. The positive ones, at least. I spent most of time at home in our gym we had in the basement. That is, until I moved out. As soon as I turned 18, I packed my bags and left. I wouldn't even be surprised if my parents didn't know I was gone. I took a huge chunk of their money and got myself my own place. I suppose it was better. It's silly for one person to live in a massive house by themselves, so it made more sense to move.

I got out of bed and threw on a dress shirt and some pants before fixing my brown hair until it looked decent. I checked the clock, which was still on the floor and probably would stay there for a while. Shit! The reapings were starting in just a few minutes. I quickly made my way out of the house and to the reapings. When I got there, the female tribute was already up. Apparently her name was Cartatia or something. She looked cocky and overconfident, I immediately disliked her. I had heard that she would be the one volunteering this year. Actually, District 2 was having less and less people train to volunteer nowadays. After the whole 'failed rebellion', I had noticed a significant drop in volunteers, from our district especially. For example, this year there was no male volunteer.

I made my way to the back of the 18 year old section. Our hideous escort made her way back to the big glass bowl with the names and picked one for the male tribute.

"Jagger Krall."

I'm sure I had a pretty unimpressed face on, mainly because I was, along with bored. I pushed my way through the crowd of people until I was at the stage. Oh, it was just fabulous. I waited in the justice building. I wasn't really expecting anyone, maybe my parents, but I didn't care less about them. My mother was the first one to come in, followed by my father.

"Jagger, we're so upset that this happened to you." My mother said as she sat down beside me.

"Yeah, bullshit."

"Jagger, you know we care about you, we want you to come home." My father put his hand on my shoulder.

I quickly jumped up away from him.

"That is the biggest load of bull crap I have ever heard! You two have never been there for me when I needed you, and I grew up on my own! You two never gave a single fuck about me, did you even know I moved out? Or did you just assume I've just been 'around' as usual! You're the absolute worst parents ever!" After all the screaming, I had to stop for a moment to catch my breath before continuing to rant with gritted teeth.

"I highly doubt you realize how much growing up alone affected me! I'm now completely emotionally scarred, but I doubt you knew that, since you never even see me! I'm going to go out there and win the Hunger Games. Not for you, not for anyone. I'm winning for me and me alone. Because no one has ever been there for me, except myself! ``

I looked down and realized how hard my fists were clenched, I hadn't even noticed. Without a second thought, I pulled my arm back and punched my father square in the face. He let out a small grunt of pain before peacekeepers rushed in to grab me. As they were dragging me off, a wave of satisfaction fell over me. That had been the most emotion I had felt in a long time. Now I felt more determined than ever. I had to win; I had to win for myself.

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