KendraHawk
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Thank you to @TheElinaLTU for inspiring us to write this story! 
And we apologise if you don't like your character! xD
Also, if you would like to be in the story and haven't asked yet, we still have some spaces left if you would like yo be in it (if you have asked and aren't in, don't worry, we'll make sure you're in the next chapter).
For those of you who haven't read the Hunger Games and don't know what it's about, here's a short description (no spoilers):
Years ago, the 12 Districts of Panem raged war on The Capitol, but their attack was unsuccessful. As a result, every year, the Districts are forced to give one boy and one girl (between the ages of 12 and 18) to the Capitol. They are chosen by taking a piece of paper out of a bowl (every year, from when you turn 12, you get your name put in there once, e.g. If you were 12 you would have 1, 13 would have 2, and so on. You can also put your name in there again in exchange for some food (once per family member), so poorer people would have more slips in the bowl). Those 24 kids are then put in an arena to fight to death until only 1 person remains (The Hunger Games xD) they are then the victor, and get to live. The victor's District gets gifts when they win, so the people of each district want someone who stands a good chance.
Cornucopia = a big horn-shaped structure in the middle of the arena containing weapons and supplies
Reaping = the event where the tributes are chosen
Peacekeepers = The Capitol's "police"
The Careers = the tributes from Districts 1, 2 and 4 (depending on who wants to), acting as a team (they're usually better at fighting, and one of them usually wins The Hunger Games)
WARNING: don't read this story if you don't like reading about people dying xD
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Pixie's point of view
Pixie smiled at her reflection, the first rays of sunlight glinted off her long, green dress. It brought out the colours in her eyes. Her perfectly combed hair fell in waves around her shoulders. She never really understood why everyone dressed up on reaping day, it was nothing to celebrate. "Pixie?" Phoenix, her little sister, stood in the doorway, it was her first reaping. She wore a short, white dress, a silver necklace with a heart charm dangled from her neck. Phoenix glanced out the window at where the reaping would be held, before walking towards the mirror "Will you style my hair for me?". Pixie smiled and nodded, she pulled Phoenix's long brown hair into a high bun, and added a pale, pink bow.
"Mum said there's nothing to worry about," Phoenix muttered, "she said if one of us gets picked it'll be you."
Pixie laughed, "I guess she's right. Don't worry Phoenix, you'll be fine."
Phoenix nodded and sprinted out the room. Pixie placed a emerald headband on her head, and slipped matching, green high heels on. She stared at her reflection. She didn't stand a chance if she got picked. What could she do? Throw her lipstick at someone? Maybe she could trade her knowledge of makeup for knowledge of something useful? Nope.
"Pixie!" she heard Phoenix call. Pixie took a deep breath and walked out the room, not looking back.
Lauren's point of view
Lauren hated reaping day. Not because of the terror awaiting two unlucky people, but because she had to wake up early and spend her morning standing among crowds of people. It wasn't all bad though, if neither her nor her brother got picked, they would have a feast, or at least that's what she liked to call it. It wasn't really a feast, it was the same food they usually ate: bread and cheese; just more of it. She got out of bed and changed into the same clothes she usually wears: dark grey trousers and a white shirt (it wasn't exactly white anymore, because of all the times she'd gone near the coal mines). Her clothes weren't nearly as fancy as some of the clothes people wore in some of the other districts. But she didn't care, she hated the snooty girls in District 1 with faces literally made out of makeup, she never wanted to be like them. She grabbed a slice of bread off the table just as the door opened, and her brother walked in.
"Hey Lauren," Jc said as he glanced at the bread in her hand, "You know we should be leaving now. Mum and dad are already there."
"So?" Lauren chewed on the bread, "I can't be bothered."
"Fine. Suit yourself." Jc muttered as he closed the door behind him.
Lauren sighed as she slipped her boots on, they were way too big for her, she opened the door and slammed it as noisily as she could behind her. Oh, how she hated reaping day.
Pixie's point of view
Pixie gripped her sister's hand, she stared at the ground, trying not to let Phoenix see how worried she was. Why had she lied to her? Anything could happen. Now one of their names would get picked.
"Happy Hunger Games! And may the odds be ever in your favour," as usual, Pixie heard the woman on the stage, "Ladies first!". The woman reached her hand inside the big, glass bowl. Pixie squeezed her sister's hand. It seemed to take forever.
"And the female tribute for District 1 is..."
"It's going to be fine," Pixie reassured herself, "everything will be okay."
Phoenix smiled with confidence.
"Phoenix!"
Rouge's point of view
Rouge held her sister, Snow's hand and gazed anxiously at the stage where the two tributes would stand. She squeezed Snow's hand and smiled down at her. Luckily, Snow wasn't old enough to be entered, and even if she was, Rouge would volunteer for her.
As a woman walked onto the stage, Rouge's hands started to feel sweaty, she felt her breathing getting heavier. The woman marched to the middle of the stage and began to speak about how lovely it was to be there, but Rouge lost her interest. She couldn't help worrying about her mother and sister, and what happen to them if she got chosen. Her mother worked all day, and so she was left to buy their food and look after Snow. Rouge got so lost in thought that she didn't realise the woman was picking out a slip of paper. The croud watched nervously as the woman opened the piece of paper and smiled.
"Rouge!"
Everyone's eyes turned in her direction. She knew she had at least a little chance at winning this, everyone else thought so too. As she walked up to the stage she heard screams from behind her. She whipped around and saw Snow being held back by Peacekeepers. "Snow!" she ran towards her sister and flung her arms around her, then quickly pulled away. "Listen Snow, I'm going to make it out alive. Don't cry, I'll be back soon." Rouge said, not caring that everyone was watching. Rouge felt herself being pulled back and she walked back up to the stage. Rouge heard a dramatic sigh from beside her.
"Now that's over," the woman said, while looking at Rouge, "Time for the boys!". She walked over to the glass bowl full of paper and pulled out one of the slips.
"Leo!"
Rouge saw a boy around her age with short hair and glasses climb on to the stage. They looked at each other whilst shaking hands, then turned to the crowd.
"Right, now we have both our tributes!" The woman escorted them towards the train, and before she went in, Rouge turned around and shouted to her sister, "I promise I'll make it back, Snow, I promise you!"
Ray's point of view
Ray ran his hand through his curly hair and sighed as he looked at himself in the mirror. He was wearing a grey top with a black jacket over it, and his dark hair was styled to the side, but it was already falling out of place. Today was the day of the reaping, and it was his fifth one. Luckily for him, he didn't have any siblings or friends to worry about, unlike most people. He wouldn't mind if he got picked, he only had his parents, they didn't need him anyway. He wouldn't stand a chance against the other tributes, they were all stronger and faster than him. Sure, he could hunt animals, but he couldn't fight. He had tried shooting with a bow once before, it had nearly hit his mother, so now he couldn't practice any more. He had gone down to the mine to help his father, but he could barely carry a pickaxe, and he had been told that most weapons were heavier than that. If it came down to it, he didn't know if he could kill someone.
And we apologise if you don't like your character! xD
Also, if you would like to be in the story and haven't asked yet, we still have some spaces left if you would like yo be in it (if you have asked and aren't in, don't worry, we'll make sure you're in the next chapter).
For those of you who haven't read the Hunger Games and don't know what it's about, here's a short description (no spoilers):
Years ago, the 12 Districts of Panem raged war on The Capitol, but their attack was unsuccessful. As a result, every year, the Districts are forced to give one boy and one girl (between the ages of 12 and 18) to the Capitol. They are chosen by taking a piece of paper out of a bowl (every year, from when you turn 12, you get your name put in there once, e.g. If you were 12 you would have 1, 13 would have 2, and so on. You can also put your name in there again in exchange for some food (once per family member), so poorer people would have more slips in the bowl). Those 24 kids are then put in an arena to fight to death until only 1 person remains (The Hunger Games xD) they are then the victor, and get to live. The victor's District gets gifts when they win, so the people of each district want someone who stands a good chance.
Cornucopia = a big horn-shaped structure in the middle of the arena containing weapons and supplies
Reaping = the event where the tributes are chosen
Peacekeepers = The Capitol's "police"
The Careers = the tributes from Districts 1, 2 and 4 (depending on who wants to), acting as a team (they're usually better at fighting, and one of them usually wins The Hunger Games)
WARNING: don't read this story if you don't like reading about people dying xD
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Pixie's point of view
Pixie smiled at her reflection, the first rays of sunlight glinted off her long, green dress. It brought out the colours in her eyes. Her perfectly combed hair fell in waves around her shoulders. She never really understood why everyone dressed up on reaping day, it was nothing to celebrate. "Pixie?" Phoenix, her little sister, stood in the doorway, it was her first reaping. She wore a short, white dress, a silver necklace with a heart charm dangled from her neck. Phoenix glanced out the window at where the reaping would be held, before walking towards the mirror "Will you style my hair for me?". Pixie smiled and nodded, she pulled Phoenix's long brown hair into a high bun, and added a pale, pink bow.
"Mum said there's nothing to worry about," Phoenix muttered, "she said if one of us gets picked it'll be you."
Pixie laughed, "I guess she's right. Don't worry Phoenix, you'll be fine."
Phoenix nodded and sprinted out the room. Pixie placed a emerald headband on her head, and slipped matching, green high heels on. She stared at her reflection. She didn't stand a chance if she got picked. What could she do? Throw her lipstick at someone? Maybe she could trade her knowledge of makeup for knowledge of something useful? Nope.
"Pixie!" she heard Phoenix call. Pixie took a deep breath and walked out the room, not looking back.
Lauren's point of view
Lauren hated reaping day. Not because of the terror awaiting two unlucky people, but because she had to wake up early and spend her morning standing among crowds of people. It wasn't all bad though, if neither her nor her brother got picked, they would have a feast, or at least that's what she liked to call it. It wasn't really a feast, it was the same food they usually ate: bread and cheese; just more of it. She got out of bed and changed into the same clothes she usually wears: dark grey trousers and a white shirt (it wasn't exactly white anymore, because of all the times she'd gone near the coal mines). Her clothes weren't nearly as fancy as some of the clothes people wore in some of the other districts. But she didn't care, she hated the snooty girls in District 1 with faces literally made out of makeup, she never wanted to be like them. She grabbed a slice of bread off the table just as the door opened, and her brother walked in.
"Hey Lauren," Jc said as he glanced at the bread in her hand, "You know we should be leaving now. Mum and dad are already there."
"So?" Lauren chewed on the bread, "I can't be bothered."
"Fine. Suit yourself." Jc muttered as he closed the door behind him.
Lauren sighed as she slipped her boots on, they were way too big for her, she opened the door and slammed it as noisily as she could behind her. Oh, how she hated reaping day.
Pixie's point of view
Pixie gripped her sister's hand, she stared at the ground, trying not to let Phoenix see how worried she was. Why had she lied to her? Anything could happen. Now one of their names would get picked.
"Happy Hunger Games! And may the odds be ever in your favour," as usual, Pixie heard the woman on the stage, "Ladies first!". The woman reached her hand inside the big, glass bowl. Pixie squeezed her sister's hand. It seemed to take forever.
"And the female tribute for District 1 is..."
"It's going to be fine," Pixie reassured herself, "everything will be okay."
Phoenix smiled with confidence.
"Phoenix!"
Rouge's point of view
Rouge held her sister, Snow's hand and gazed anxiously at the stage where the two tributes would stand. She squeezed Snow's hand and smiled down at her. Luckily, Snow wasn't old enough to be entered, and even if she was, Rouge would volunteer for her.
As a woman walked onto the stage, Rouge's hands started to feel sweaty, she felt her breathing getting heavier. The woman marched to the middle of the stage and began to speak about how lovely it was to be there, but Rouge lost her interest. She couldn't help worrying about her mother and sister, and what happen to them if she got chosen. Her mother worked all day, and so she was left to buy their food and look after Snow. Rouge got so lost in thought that she didn't realise the woman was picking out a slip of paper. The croud watched nervously as the woman opened the piece of paper and smiled.
"Rouge!"
Everyone's eyes turned in her direction. She knew she had at least a little chance at winning this, everyone else thought so too. As she walked up to the stage she heard screams from behind her. She whipped around and saw Snow being held back by Peacekeepers. "Snow!" she ran towards her sister and flung her arms around her, then quickly pulled away. "Listen Snow, I'm going to make it out alive. Don't cry, I'll be back soon." Rouge said, not caring that everyone was watching. Rouge felt herself being pulled back and she walked back up to the stage. Rouge heard a dramatic sigh from beside her.
"Now that's over," the woman said, while looking at Rouge, "Time for the boys!". She walked over to the glass bowl full of paper and pulled out one of the slips.
"Leo!"
Rouge saw a boy around her age with short hair and glasses climb on to the stage. They looked at each other whilst shaking hands, then turned to the crowd.
"Right, now we have both our tributes!" The woman escorted them towards the train, and before she went in, Rouge turned around and shouted to her sister, "I promise I'll make it back, Snow, I promise you!"
Ray's point of view
Ray ran his hand through his curly hair and sighed as he looked at himself in the mirror. He was wearing a grey top with a black jacket over it, and his dark hair was styled to the side, but it was already falling out of place. Today was the day of the reaping, and it was his fifth one. Luckily for him, he didn't have any siblings or friends to worry about, unlike most people. He wouldn't mind if he got picked, he only had his parents, they didn't need him anyway. He wouldn't stand a chance against the other tributes, they were all stronger and faster than him. Sure, he could hunt animals, but he couldn't fight. He had tried shooting with a bow once before, it had nearly hit his mother, so now he couldn't practice any more. He had gone down to the mine to help his father, but he could barely carry a pickaxe, and he had been told that most weapons were heavier than that. If it came down to it, he didn't know if he could kill someone.
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