Glimmer

What I felt when my name was called was fear. Raw fear. Fear for my life, and fear for my family. I also felt distance. It's what I felt when I heard the silence after the required ask for volunteers. It's what I felt when I looked into the eyes of my best friends, staring right through me as if I didn't exist.

Marvel

After hearing my name called from the reaping ball, I walked proudly from the 17s to the tall wooden stage that held my opponent and fellow tribute. Tall and blonde, she was beautiful. Her name was Glimmer- I'd heard it around school enough times. She was popular with the girls-and the guys. She'd broken so many hearts, there were barely enough at our school unbroken. Hearts like mine. Mine wasn't broken by Glimmer, nor did I intend it to be. As I looked her in the eyes and smiled mischievously, she turned away, shaking her head. Feisty. I had no idea how I was going to be able to kill her.

Clove

I saw the escort's hand reaching into the reaping ball, and all I could think was please be me. Please be me. I had signed up for tesserae as many times as you could, and I even bribed the Peacekeeper to let me put my name in more, because I needed something. Something to take me away from the guilt of killing my father, the Head Peacekeeper- well, the ex Head Peacekeeper- of District Two. Something to take me away from the nightmares. Something to take me away from the cruel words and harsh punishments I got daily from my abusive mother. Then the escort said the name on the slip of paper, loud and clear. "Clove Gauruh!" A sigh of relief seemed to ripple through the crowd. Clove, the vicious girl who had killed her father was going to be gone. Dead. I quickly glanced at my mother. My father had left plenty of money, and she liked to let people know that, so of course she was wearing her heavy white fur coat trimmed with black fur and flaunting it. She looked at me and smiled- only it wasn't a sad smile most mothers gave their children when they were reaped-it was more of a smirk that said, You were bad. Now you're paying for it.

Cato

As I waited in the 18s with the other guys my age, I snuck a peek at my two older brothers standing with my parents, since they were no longer in the drawing for the Games. They smirked at me and stuck out their tongues, mocking me. I sighed in irritation and shifted my gaze away from them and towards the stage, where the girl tribute was being announced. It was our dead Peacekeeper's daughter- her cold, dark eyes sweeping over the audience in disgust. I really only noticed her eyes. They reflected her personality- icy and hard, not letting anyone in. She'll be a hard one to kill. I needed to go to the Games. To show my brothers that I was actually worth something, not just another dumb mess of muscle from District Two. I briefly glanced at the other guys in my group, their eyes eating everything up, their bodies tensed to run to the stage to volunteer. I, however, stood calmly with my arms crossed tightly against my chest. I would eventually make my way up to the stage to volunteer-it was just best to let the others trip over each other and get trampled. The escort called the tribute's name-it was a shrimpy looking kid from the 12s. The kid glanced at us, as if expecting one of us to volunteer, which happened every year, pretty much no one under 16 ever went from Two. The escort started to repeat the name, but never finished it. All of the 18s except me and some other losers surged toward the stage. There were cries of "I volunteer as tribute!" but almost everyone was trampled to the ground. I strode forward, stepping over the bodies on the ground, making sure to step hard directly on their faces. The few stragglers that were still making their way up to the stage I punched out of the way, and, not until I was on the stage standing next to the escort, did I say, "I volunteer as tribute."

Cosette (Foxface)

The escort reached into the reaping ball and pulled out a slip of paper and said two words. The two words that changed my life.

"Cosette Crispin!"

The world went numb as I realized what the escort was saying. Cosette Crispin, it's your turn to suffer. Cosette Crispin, it's your life that we're taking. Cosette Crispin, it's your time to die. One of the other 15 girls nudged me forward. I stumbled; recalling the sight of my twelve-year-old brother Gavroche walking up these very steps not two years ago, stumbling with fear just as I was now, seeing my mother's eyes spilling over with tears onto her pale face, just as it was now. . . I clutched the frayed cloth friendship bracelet that Gavroche had given me and surged forward with renewed confidence.

Rue

No, no, it can't be. I thought as my trembling legs walked me up to the stage. I shuddered violently- like I usually do when I'm scared or nervous-and would have collapsed if someone in the audience hadn't rushed out to help me the rest of the way. I didn't know who it was, I just felt their tears (or were they mine?) fall onto my face. I didn't know until I was on the stage, watching him melt back into the crowd, and I felt of pang of sadness so sharp shoot through me. It was my father. He pushed his way up to the front of the crowd, the lines of pain and sadness in his face deepening when the wind whistled eerily around the silent crowd as our escort asked for volunteers.

Thresh

I saw the little girl crying on the stage and knew that I had to help her. A small boy was called, but I volunteered, sending him running into his mother's arms with joy. His mother let him go long enough to whisper "Thank you. . ."

Peeta

As my name was called I almost fell over from the shock. The baker's boy, going to the Games? It was never heard of! The children from the Seam were usually the first to go. But then I saw her, and I walked up to the stage. I saw her, and knew I had to make sure she won. I saw her, and the world stopped.

Katniss Everdeen.

This will be the one story I have that will not be a one-shot. And I hope no one minds about the lack of Katniss's point of view, but I figured there would be no point in me writing it right here, since everyone already knows what she was thinking at this point. And I apologize for the lameness of Thresh, but I had no other ideas. Please please please review! :DDDDDDDDDDDD