I was in my Young Adult Literature class when the idea for doing stories like this came about, and I decided that everyone who was an 'unknown' tribute would get a story from me. I know that I'm going to get people that are going to flame and tear these stories to pieces, but please don't flame. It's something I've wanted to do for a while. Like the description says, this story is a collection of one-shots from each of the unnnamed tributes.

First is the unknown girl from District 7.

I look around at the landscape of gorgeous trees in all shades of green. All I want is to run under their shade provided by the endless expanse of leaves. It feels like home. It's probably my favorite part of living in District 7.

Like in all of the districts, school had been closed for the day of reaping. It was supposed to be a celebrated event, though no one in the districts would want to. We were taught in school the reasoning behind the Hunger Games, as well as having a quick lesson every year at the reaping. I was dressed in a green cotton dress, and standing with the other seventeen year olds. I looked down the line at my fourteen year old little brother, Jackson. He didn't look as scared as I felt, but I had a bad feeling.

I looked at the spectator crowd, seeking out and finding my older sister (Zoey), brother (Dean), and sister-in-law (Rosamaria). Zoey is nineteen and Dean and Rosa are twenty-one, with Rosa ready to have Dean's baby at anytime. I looked up at the stage and saw Meena Pula, our district escort, standing to take the stage all to herself. Seated near her was the mayor whom I could never remember the name of, and our victors. One that stuck out to me in particular was Johanna Mason. We don't get very many victors in District 7, but Johanna was one that scared me to death. She was going to mentor this year all by herself.

"Good morning all. Now that we have the long formalities out of the way, let us start the reaping, shall we. First we have the girls," Meena explained the obvious stepping up to the clear ball holding so many slips of paper it was practically bursting. So many people were on tessera. I'd lost count of how many times mine and my friend's names had been put in there.

Her hand got shoved into the flurry of white stripes, with it becoming too full and some dropping to the floor. She grabbed one and pulled it out, making sure she took forever to arrive at the microphone. Then, in a loud, excited voice, she proclaimed, "Salia Rasco."

My heart dropped to my shoes as her voice said over and over in my mind Salia Rasco...Salia Rasco...Salia Rasco...

I could hear the cries of Zoey and Rosa muffled by Dean's chest as silent tears ran down his face to join the ones produced by his sister and wife. Jackson looked shocked, unable to produce emotion. I couldn't move though. The name couldn't be mine! I'm supposed to live. I can't be a tribute! I can't die!

Eventually some Peacekeepers come up behind me and grab me, one on each of my arms, and practically drag me up the stairs as my legs still don't work. Meena smiles at me, mistaking my shock, "Shocked you got chosen for this honor, huh?"

When I don't respond, she shrugs and moves on to choosing the boy I'll be facing. I don't pay attention at this point. All I can think of is what kind of weapon I'm going to die by the hand of. It hurts to know that I'm going to die. There's no way I can survive. The odds weren't in my favor.

I'm still in shock when the reaping comes to an end, and Peacekeepers have to drag me into the Justice building, so I can meet with my family members before I go to face death. I sit on a worn, dusty red couch and wait for my siblings. They're all I have left after my mother died giving birth to Jackson and my father died when a tree he and his crew were cutting down fell on top of him.

Zoey comes bursting through the door, shocking me even further as to how it was able to stay on its hinges, and grabs me in a crushing hug, sobbing into my left ear. I want to cry with her, but I can't. No tears will come. I'm not in shock any more. After what feels like forever, Zoey is peeled away from me, still sobbing, and Rosa takes her place. She just hugs me, with silent tears still running down her face.

In a moment she stands back and takes my hands, "We're going to name our baby after you. And if it's a boy, we'll work for a girl."

Dean then steps up to take me into his arms, reminding me of all the times I was a scared little girl and my big brother had to help me. Back then he had hated it, but he told me a few years ago that he wouldn't have traded it for anything.

Dean finishes his few moments of hugging me and turns me to Jackson. Jackson is the only one who has dry eyes that just look angry. I know he's not angry at me though. He's mad at the Capitol for taking one of his sisters. He offers me a hug anyway. They all tell me they love me, just before the Peacekeepers come to take them all back out, and lead me to the train that will take me to the Capitol.

I don't remember much of the train ride. I was too busy trying not to be sick the whole way. I'm used to being steady on the ground or up in a tree, not moving along the ground at such a speed it makes by head spin just to look out the window. I always got motion sickness way too easy and could never focus on fast moving objects. A train just isn't for me.

I do remember the food, what little I ate. It was amazing when I ate it, but the flavor wasn't so good and it didn't look so pretty the second time around. Meena never tried to talk to me, as she was afraid I would get her Capitol clothes all messy. She would have been right. I would have aimed right at her.

After we got off that god-forsaken train, we went to what would be our new living quarters for the rest of our lives...except for one. One would return to their district. They then led me to the merciless hands of my styling team. As per usual for our district, I was dressed as a tree. This time though, they had just pasted leaves on my breasts and more private areas. They put little twigs in my hair, and left the rest of me to be covered in brown and green make-up. I wanted to cry because I knew the rest of Panem would see me like this. This would be how they would remember me. Anything else I did in my life was irrelevant. They would remember me as the leaf girl.

After that we were sent to an interview with Caeser Flickerman, which I can't remember anything about. I was far too nervous and even more tired. I just wanted this week to be over. If I couldn't spend the last week of my life around the people I loved, what was the point of living even further?

I remember the training sessions well because I was such a fail. I was good with no weapon, and any type of survival skill just didn't stick. Since Johanna was our only mentor, I guess she had decided early on that I didn't have what it took. She didn't waste any of her time on helping me. I was going to die.

The last day before the 74th Hunger Games passed in a sad, homesick blur. I wanted trees. The Capitol was all about what they could have made for them, but nothing about what was already made. It was very depressing.

Johanna didn't show up at all the day we were put in the arena. She had definitely decided I wasn't worth trying to save. I was put in the glass tube with no one to say any last words to. As the disk began to lift, the tears began to fill in my eyes. After not being able to cry all week when I had time to let it out, it was ironic that they chose the time I would usually need to focus all my strength on to make an appearance. It took all of the concentration in my body in order to push them away.

Eventually the disk clicked into its place on solid ground, making me look around at the other tributes. There were many familiar faces around the circle whom I had seen in practices. My score from the Gamemakers had been a 3. Looking at the others, I could see why some of them had been given particularly high scores. They looked lethal. I was going to die.

There were only ten seconds left when my eyes finally fell on the gleaming, golden Cornucopia, filled with supplies that would keep any of us alive if we got away with them. Scattered across the ground were different supplies, but none as appealing as the ones in that golden beauty. I decided I wasn't going to waste any time on getting anything as I looked past the shine and saw trees.

That thought drew a watery smile to my lips. I was definitely going to die, but I wanted to touch the trees one last time to bring me back home.

The sound signaling the start of the games began and I ran like the rest of them. I tried to avoid as many tributes as I could. Already I could hear strangled screams of the dying and the squishy sounds of weapons penetrating bodies. It was disgusting and absolutely terrifying. It made me run harder and harder.

I was almost in the trees when it hit me. It's a long knife, more like dagger. It's about halfway between a dagger and sword in length. It hits me through my back, but I look down at it from my front as it's streaming blood. My legs decide they can't support me anymore and I fall to the ground, staring up into the comforting branches of a weeping willow. I am dying.

I hear a cannon, but am not sure if it is mine and it went off too early, or if it was meant for another tribute. I smile as I look around. I'm surrounded by trees, but they're all glowing in a way I'm not used to. When I look ahead of my, I see my mother and father, looking exactly as they had on their wedding day by the photos around the house, smiling sadly and holding their arms out toward me. I smile and run forward into the arms of my parents as another cannon fires, and I just know it belongs to me. None of that matters to me anymore.

I am dead and I am home.

Please review and tell me if you think I should continue doing these for the other unknown tributes, or if it sucked so bad I should just stop.