Okay, so DaughterofApollo7 said I should do the reapings in order which the districts are filled. Surprisingly enough, District 12 was done first. I thought that was weird. I thought for sure it would be a Career district. But only two people submitted a Career so far.

So here is the District 12 reapings.

District 12

Amber Smith

My friend Avery and I giggle as we duck behind a building and into an alleyway as a pair of peacekeepers jog past, looking around wildly. We had just snagged a hunk of meat from the market, and two peacekeepers had managed to see us.

The two of us vault over the fence, and into my backyard. My parents are probably inside. We've never been particularly close, and then... I don't like to talk about it.

Avery and I dash inside, and run into my room. Our bare feet pound on the uneven wooden floor- the disadvantages of being part of the poor crowd. The door clicks shut behind us, and we flop on my bed. Well, it's really just a mattress, a pillow, and a ratty old blanket.

I take the small chicken out of the pocket of my jacket, and my stomach growls.

"Hungry?" Avery teases, flipping a piece of black hair over her shoulder.

"Hell yeah. I'm so glad this thing was already cooked. Because the reapings are today, I do not need food poisoning, just in case I'm reaped." I take out a small knife wrapped in cloth, and begin to saw the meal hunk of meat in half.

My stomach growls as soon as I'm done, and I toss half of the chicken to Avery. She's one of my only friends, so we're very close.

I look at my disgusting, dirt covered hands and cringe. If only my family and I were richer... But alas, no. We're lucky to find running water to bathe in, but that comes after breakfast.

I begin eating the small chicken, and look over to see Avery stuffing the last of it in her mouth. She slumps on the floor, rubbing her stomach. "Uhhhhh..." She moans.

"Hungry?" I ask teasingly as she slumps lower on the floor.

"More than a little. You know I love food."

"What? Whatever would give me that impression?" I finish the chicken off, grateful that there were no bones. It took so much work to maneuver around them, and you lost a lot of meat to it, which didn't help my hunger.

On the bright side, if I was ever reaped, the hunger part of the Hunger Games wouldn't really affect me.

A bell began to toll, and Avery and I jumped up, our eyes widening. "The reapings!" We yelled, and I began to change into something more presentable. Avery jumped out the window.

"See you there!" She screamed back at me, and I threw on a peasant blouse, a pair of ratty jeans, and a pair of sneakers.

I jog to the reapings, we only live ten minutes away, and that was the 15 minute warning bell. My mind panics, I have so many submissions because of tesserae. Even though I'm only 13. I begin to run faster as I catch a glimpse of the town square. I pass a peacekeeper, slyly taking a coin out of his pocket. If I make it past the reapings, of course.

Actually, I wouldn't be surprised if I was chosen. My parents wouldn't care, anyway. When I'm gone, they'll probably just go off and party or get drunk or something...

I get checked in, only wincing at the pain. I've felt worse. I slip into to back of the 13 year old section, right beside Avery, and the escort skips onstage.

"Hello, District 12!" He cheers, and silence is his only answer. "I really need to be promoted... But everyone enjoy this video!"

After the rebellion after the 75th Hunger Games failed, they added some things to the video. Katniss, the Girl On Fire, dead. But only after they killed everyone she loved. Except the brainwashed Peeta. In fact, he delivered the final blow. After that, he was shipped back to District 12 to live out his days. He became cruel and uncaring, the opposite of who he once was.

Because he was the only mentor, they let one female win during his reign if terror, and she was eighteen then, winning the 92nd Hunger Games. Everyone began to loathe Peeta. If Katniss had just killed him, they say, then we would be more free than we are now. Some of our beloved victors, like Johanna Mason, and Finnick Odair wouldve lived, and brought glory to their District. Some say District 7 was on the verge of becoming a Career District before then, but after that, their chances died along with Johanna.

The video stops, and our escort, apparently his name is Fiyero, gets up to address us. "Now, wasn't that just a wonderful video?" He gives us a look that says he will kill us all if we don't clap, so we all slowly do so. He steps up to a ball filled with names.

"Ladies first!" He cheers, and reaches a pale hand into the ball, his bright green hair the only happy looking thing in the District. Fiyero unfolds the paper, the new tribute's unlucky name ringing through the crowd.

"Amber Smith!"

Me. Oh shit. Right on cue, it begins to lightly drizzle. A single tear slips out, but I'm not too terribly surprised. I can do this. The drizzly rain covers my tears, and I feel like crying. I've been reaped. But I'll be leaving the person I'm closest to. My only friend. Avery.

My feet begin to work again, and I walk up to the stage slowly. The drizzling rain coats my body, making me feel cool and refreshed, but also nervous and hopeless. No one will volunteer for me.

"Any volunteers?" Fiyero asks, and is met with silence. Of course. I roll my eyes. In the lower districts, it's not worth asking that question. If anyone ever said yes, they believed they had a chance to win, needed money, wanted to die, or wanted to save a friend or sibling.

Some people are so stupid.

District 12

James Pyro

I stand in the 16-year-old section, with my only friend, Max Weaver, by my side. We were both bullied at school, and it got better when we met and became best friends.

You see, Max isn't exactly the smartest guy ever. He spaces out a lot, and fails a lot of tests. As for me, I just look scary. With my white hair and blood red eyes, I generally scare off people.

But I want people to like me. I smile a lot, and try to make new friends.

"James!" I hear my sister yell my name, and turn to see Lily sobbing and running towards me, only to be held back by a pair of peacekeepers. Two more peacekeepers came up beside me, escorting me to the stage.

The smile fell off my face. Tears began to well up in my eyes, and I felt myself go limp. The peacekeepers grumble, and I feel the steady drizzle turn into a pouring rain, soaking me in seconds.

Eventually, my eyes roll up into the back of my head and the darkness invades.

When I come to, a peacekeeper immediately leaves the room, and I'm practically attacked by my little sister, Lily. She begins to sob, and I pat her back soothingly.

"Shh... I'll be fine, Lily. Don't worry about me." My stomach wraps itself in knots, making me feel sick. I was reaped for the Hunger Games.

I'm never coming back.

My mom is suddenly in the room as well, crying and hugging herself. She takes something out of her pocket, clutching it close to her heart before holding it out to me.

"Take it. It was your father's." She whispers, and I gently take it from her. It appears to be a necklace with a dragon design on it.

"Thank you..." I look up at her, my mother, and she kneels down.

"I love you, James. You will come back to us." She hugs me, and the three of us cry and hug together.

Four peacekeepers march in, ripping my family from me. "NO! JAMES!" Lily sobs, screaming and kicking to get back to me.

They slam the door, leaving me alone. But not for long. Max comes in, his eyes bloodshot. He must've been crying all this time.

"You passed out, so I don't have long. You can win this. You're smart- smarter than me- and you know things about traps. I believe you can come back to me."

A few more tears work there way out, and the peacekeepers march back in, grabbing Max and pulling him away from me. He gives me a long look filled with meaning.

I can win this.

I will win this.

And no matter what, I am don't back. But more likely than not, it'll be in a box, like twenty-two other tributes. Leaving one sole Victor...

Okay, so I'll just cut to the chase. Thank you for these wonderful tributes guys! And speaking of guys, we need male characters. I think from One and Two, maybe Four, and then a few in the lower districts.

There WILL BE A SPONSOR SYSTEM! But I WILL NOT keel track of it for you. So the math yourself, I'll double check it.

Tributes: 20 points each. Two maximum.

Reviews: Ten points each. One per chapter.

End of chapter question: Five each.

Follow me or the story: Ten points.

Favorite me or the story: Fifteen points.

I will post anything else on my profile. And here's the chapter question:

*drumroll* This only counts as five points because I think I've only told one or two people, BUT! What is my favorite. District.

Thank you for reading, and remember to review! Please, submit up to two characters!