OK-here commences the story! Some of the reapings are a bit short, so when they are I might put two together. As there were no male tributes sent in for 1, I have done it from Stacey (Secret. Vampress) POV, and Secret. Vampress, I've had to come up with my own last name for her, I hope it's OK. And if you're wondering, I named the male tribute Silver Abbotson, but he isn't in it at all.

Stacey's brothers always let her sleep in on reaping days, but she wished that they wouldn't, she liked to think about the day ahead, plan exactly what would happen, especially the way that not she or her family or friends were reaped.

She walked over to her window. It was now too light outside to see her reflection properly, but she knew what she looked like when she got up in the morning anyway. Plain brown hair. Plain brown eyes. Her little sister, Silk, liked to play with her hair, but Stacey rarely let her do it.

All Stacey's older brothers would be up and eating breakfast down the hallway. They never considered that their younger sisters might want some food too. Stacey only shared her room with one sister, Glitter, who was 12. All the younger ones shared another room.

"Glitter? Wake up. It's reaping day, you need to get your reaping dress on!" Stacey shook her gently as Glitter moaned at her to get away.

"Go wake the littlies" She moaned as she rolled over onto her front. Stacey sighed. Glitter was always late for school and for work, she never got up when she was told.

Stacey smiled as she stepped into the littlies room. They were all so sweet, asleep in their beds. She tip-toed to the very end bed and stroked Silk's face to wake her up. In a shot, Silk was awake, and getting her reaping dress on. Stacey went to each bed in turn, each little girl had the same reaction. After Silk was Sunlight, then Flower and last the youngest, Perfecta. Perfecta was the last child that Stacey's mother would ever have. Stacey's mother had died whilst giving birth to Perfecta, and now Stacey's brothers looked after them, because their father was a peacekeeper in District 5. The little girls were excitedly putting on various dresses of different colours and materials. Silk had insisted on having her namesake, and her dress had been the most expensive, but Sleek Hale was Head Peacekeeper, he could afford anything.

Glitter and Stacey walked with their older brother, Fiver, who was only 18, to the pens. Their sisters stayed with their two older brothers. Stacey was nervous, but she had no tesserae, and nor did Glitter or Fiver. Aemilia Garnet walked onto the stage looking just as pleased as she had five years ago when she'd been promoted to District 1.

"Hello!" She squealed. The next 15 minutes were occupied by Aemilia re-introducing their long line of victors. Stacey's stomach tightened as Aemilia picked a strip of paper out of the bowl and looked at it.

"Stacey Hale!" Stacey froze. No, not her. It couldn't be her; there must be another Stacey Hale in the district, not her…

"Stacey, it's you" said the girl sat next to her, nudging her, Stacey looked at her in horror. The girl's eyes were sympathetic, but full of relief too.

"No…No! Don't let them take me!" Stacey screamed. Some peacekeepers came over and began pulling her roughly onto the stage. "No! Please, help me!" Stacey cried, tears in her eyes.

"Oh, Darling!" Aemilia cried. "Oh, I feel so sorry for you!" But Stacey knew that she didn't understand, she wanted to punch Aemilia. She looked desperately to her sisters in crowd, but they only watched her with pity. No one was going to help her; she was going into the 85th Hunger Games.