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Harry Styles awoke at his usual time of 6:30 in the morning and began his vigorous work out routine. Every 18 year old, male and female, in District 2 had to follow the same physical endurance exercises and low-carb diet plan to stay in top performance shape in case they're chosen to represent their District in the Annual Hunger Games. After 2 hours of strenuous activity Harry changed into his Long sleeved, black button-up shirt, khaki pants, and shiny black shoes that came straight from the Capital.
After he changed he walked down stairs to meet with his parents and his sister, Gemma, for breakfast.
He inhaled and smelled the bacon and eggs his mother was preparing. Protein was the main intake of all of the residence of Harry's district because even workers have manual labor jobs, and District 2 was also predominantly known for training peacekeepers which is what Harry always wanted to be growing up. Harry walked into the kitchen and hugged his mother. "Smells great mom" he said as he planted a kiss on her cheek. "I thought I'd make you a good luck breakfast." she said with a smile.
Normally, good luck would probably infer that his parents were hoping he wouldn't be thrown into an arena to fight to the death with 23 other people, but this was District 2. He was born and raised to be a killer. He was a career. However, this year is his last eligible year to be picked to bring honor and pride to his district, and more importantly his father, who was the Victor of the 51st Hunger Games. Harry was at the top of his class academically and physically, and he was also great with knives. He could hit a target straight in the center with a knife while he was blind folded. Yet there was nothing, besides becoming a tribute, that could impress his father and earn the love he's always craved.
After he finished his meal he left with his family to meet with the rest of the residence in front of the Justice Building. Once he arrived, he checked in and joined his classmates in the roped off section and met up with his friend Niall. They began joking and laughing and betting on who they thought would be picked, both secretly hoping it would be them.
There were 265 boys and 138 girls who would be volunteering, and once the volunteers were sorted from the other names, they would be picked from the large, clear bowl, deciding who would be representing District 2 in the 70th Hunger Games.
All conversations came to a halt when the Mayor took the stage and began to tap on the microphone to capture the potential tributes' attentions. He started off with congratulating the people who qualify this year, and talking about how his own nephew, Josh Devine, was in the running this year and he rambled about how Josh was the last of his family who was eligible to be a tribute before he announced this years mentor, Nick Grimshaw, the winner of the 69th Hunger games, and the Escort of Harry's District, Paul Higgins.
"Ladies first!" He said with a grin. "Would anyone like to volunteer?"
every girl's hand was raised, except the younger girls who had some years to go before they were 18. Paul nodded and put the volunteer's names in a separate bowl. He stuck his hand in until he found a suitable name.
"The lucky lady is Eleanor Calder!"
At that moment she ran up to the stage, and gave a speech about how ecstatic to have such a great opportunity. Harry smiled at this. Not because he was happy for her, but because he hated Eleanor, and he was happy in the fact that she would more than likely be killed was a brilliant thought to him, and the small hope that he might be able to be the one to kill her was an even more brilliant thought to him
"Now let's see who the lucky gentleman will be. Any volunteers?"
Harry's hand shot straight up and he looked around to see if anyone he knew had done the same, and they had, well all besides that kid named Josh, he would get in a lot of trouble with his family for this. Especially after the speech his uncle gave. Harry couldn't even fathom what his father would do if he hadn't volunteered.
Paul, again, separated the volunteers into a separate bowl and shook it around and then placed his hand in. Harry began to panic, he couldn't tell if he was nervous about being picked, or terrified of what his father would do if he wasn't chosen. Seconds felt like hours while Harry awaited his fate. Paul pulled out a slip and unfolded it. Harry began shaking violently and chewing on the inside of his cheek.
Paul cleared his voice. "Your male District 2 tribute is Harry Styles!"
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Louis Tomlinson woke up to the sun shining in his eyes through the window in his room. "Another glorious day in District 8." He thought to himself as he rolled out of bed. When Louis thought about it, where he lived wasn't always that awful. He loved that him and his little sisters could feel safe with just their mother, but they were also very poor and hungry. Louis and his sister Lottie were the only family members in the drawing this year, and thankfully it was Louis' last. After this reaping day he would support whichever of his friends who went it, and when the Victor was crowned and his friends were gone he would go to work in the factories producing Peacekeeper uniforms.
Louis got dressed in his semi-nice clothes. They were tight because it was the same outfit he's worn the past 3 years, and a boy grows a LOT in 3 years. Once he was dressed he walked down the hall into the living room and waited for the rest of his family get ready.
Although his family was low on money, his mother would not let Louis or any of his siblings to sign up for the teseract, which was food given to the family in exchange for putting their name in the drawing more times. This was good in one case because that meant that his name was in their the smallest amount it could be at age eighteen,32 times. Which was surprisingly small considering his best friend Zayn's name was in there 54 times.
On the other hand, Louis was starving, so this is where the tesseract would've come in handy. But after today that wouldn't matter because he would finally have a job and he would be able to support his family and help his mother.
Once his mother and sisters were ready his mother gave Louis and Lottie the "I know you might be chosen to die today but everything is ok!" pep talk. Even though it shouldn't be, it was comforting and familiar. They all left the house and arrived at their destination within five minutes.
Louis' mother took his younger siblings to stand in the crowd while him and Lottie went to get their fingers pricked. When Louis thought about it, reaping day was overly dreadful and boring. Even though it was his last time in the drawing, he dreaded having to come back every year for the rest of his life.
After scanning the crowed Louis went and joined his best friend Zayn. The exchanged small talk about life after they were done with reapings and about guys they wouldn't mind going because most of the guys in their district were annoying and loud. After about 5 minutes their district's escort, Lou Teasdale, took the stage with the mentor, Simon Cowell, who won the 63rd Hunger Games.
"First we'll pick for the girls!" Lou said with a grin.
She swirled her hand around and picked an unfortunate name. When Louis looked at Zayn he was collapsed on the ground sobbing, his girlfriend's name was just called.
"Perrie Edwards! Come on up!"
Lou waved her towards the stage as Perrie climbed up the stairs. Louis helped Zayn up and wrapped his arms around him trying to give him as much support as he could. He couldn't imagine what would be worse than the person you're in love going in.
"Now for the boys."
Lou gracefully walked across the stage until she reached the bowl filled with names of boys through out the district. Louis crossed his fingers hoping it wouldn't be Zayn. He couldn't lose two friends in one day. And then he heard the name called. Now he knew what was worse than having a loved one go in. Being a tribute yourself.
"Louis Tomlinson! Your District 8 tribute!"