Here is a sample of the "reapings" you will be reading in the story. This is Michilolita's tribute, the District 1 Female and was written by Michilolita, the co-autohor the story (posted with her consent):

There was an awkward, drawn out silence at the breakfast table; my parents sat frozen in shock upon my announcement reaching their ears. It was not the first time they had heard the words like mine but it was the first time they had heard it come from my lips. The simple ticks of the clocks echoed in the spotless dining hall as my mother looked down at the golden locket my father had given her during her pregnancy with me, their only child, to look at the miniature portraits inside of it. My father's golden eyes pierced into my own golden orbs with such hurt, surprise and anguish I almost recanted my proclamation.
It seemed as though hours passed in this lull but it was only a few minutes. My plush seat seemed to turn into needles as I waited for a verbal response from either my mother or father. My stomach twisted in angst. I hated waiting. Patience was not a virtue I possessed. I just want a freaking, verbal response!
"Blush," My mother whispered but her voice still caught me off guard making me jump slightly.
"Yes?" I responded regaining my calm.
"Is it because of Vet and Mot?" She inquired. I could see tears forming in her azure eyes as she mentioned the names of my deceased cousins. She already knew the answer as did my father.
"Yes," I affirmed clearing my suddenly knotted throat.
"You're going to risk your life just to finish what they started? Are you really that foolish? You could die!" My father practically screamed at me from across the table.
"I know I could die, Dad! I know! But do you have such little faith in me that I would just go in there untrained and lie down waiting for another to strike me down without a fight? " I stood up knocking over my chair, "Since childhood Vet and Mot trained me to be the best then our other instructors! I have been preparing myself for years! I know what I am doing! I will be victorious and will return to you!"
"I refuse for you to risk your life! I will not let you leave this house with such plans as that!"
"You can't keep me here! It's mandatory for me to go!"
"I'll pay off some officials. We can tell them you are deathly ill or…you're pregnant! Surely, they could not allow a pregnant girl to participate, could they? I'll make some calls and-"
"Enough, Sable," My mother interrupted my father's rant.
"But, Rouge, she-"
"It's her life, Sable. I agree it is foolish but if she feels she must do it, she must. We can't stop her."
"Thank you, Mom," I was glad she gave some support.
"But, Blush, I really want you to reconsider before you do anything rash. There's no turning back after you volunteer."
"I know, Mom, but I have to do this. I don't think I could live a happy life if I did not do this."
"You'd rather die than live a normal life?" My father sounded so ashamed.
"Yes, I know you don't understand but this is my destiny."
My father shook his head gravely as my mother took his hand. My mother kept her eyes on me and forced a smile.
"Just think about it, Blush."
I felt so uncomfortable once silence filled the room again. I could not stand it! I had to get away from them. I took my leave of the room and began walking around my illustrious house for one last time. It had to be one of the nicest houses in District 1 which was understandable since my father was the owner of District 1's most prosperous furrier companies and my mother was one of Panem's favorite models. Some may believe I want to volunteer for the Games to make a name for myself, gain more riches or just for the pleasure of killing but I just want to win the Games for my dear cousins, Civet and Bergamot. I must honor them with my victory or at least participation.
"Miss Fay," The longing voice I recognized to be my new butler called out to me. I turned on my heel to face the pathetic but rather cute chap with the signature smile on my face that I wore no matter the situation. My mother taught me smiling makes people feel more comfortable, makes us look more attractive and that it can hide our true feelings.
"Yes, Emerald, sweetheart?" I acted as love struck as he did.

"Miss Fay, I'm here to notify you that it is time for the Reaping," Emerald informed me with obvious hints of sadness in his voice. It had been terribly apparent that he was taken with me for weeks now and he kept following constantly believing I didn't notice. He probably overheard my conversation with my parents and is now sadden at my decision. He acts just like a silly puppy following its master when normal nineteen year olds are more independent. Tis sad really but he is fun to play with when I am bored.
"Oh, is that all? Well, I guess I have to go then, Emerald. It was nice knowing you," I passed him with a fake pout which made him almost grab me. Once I passed him I tried not to smile at his pitiful facial expression.
"Miss Fay!" He finally called after me once I reached the front door. I spun around like a tragic heroine when her lover calls her which was probably what he thought this situation was. He ran up to me, swoop me into his arms and began to speak.
"Oh, Miss Fay, I can't let you go with your fate so unsure in the hands of the Capitol without telling you how I feel!"
I had to bite my tongue to keep from laughing at him. He was so adorable and pathetic at the same time.
"Tell me, Emerald. How do you feel?"
"I lo-"
"Mr. Baxter, let Miss Fay go!" The killjoy Mrs. Hartley ordered interrupting this almost tender and hilarious moment. He released me and walked away like a dog with his tail between his legs. I smoothed my white silk dress and my never ending crimson curls as Mrs. Hartley glared at me, a scolding on the tip of her tongue.
"I'm sorry about him, Mrs. Hartley, I don't know what got into him," I smiled and made sure my voice was sweet and innocent.
"Save it, Miss Fay. I don't know why you find pleasure in toying with that poor boy but you need to stop. When I was your age my mother would have beaten me black and blue for such behavior," She lectured.
"Perhaps, if I plucked out your eyes it wouldn't bother you so much," I mumbled with the same happy face.
"What did you say?" The hag must have been deaf.
"Nothing," I kept my grin.
Mrs. Hartley escorted me to the town car which proceeded to quickly transport me to town square. The area was already filled with anxious segregated children varying between the ages of twelve and eighteen. I, myself, was seventeen and in the prime for the Games. I took my place with the other girls. Each one of us was trained for her name to be called but usually none of the girls really wanted her name called.
We all stood there a few more minutes before the Capitol's video came on screen. It was the same video they showed every year as if I really cared much about the video. I just wanted to know who was going to be tribute.
Our district's Capitol escort, Oleander Bent, finally came on stage. He was an orange haired skeleton covered in fuchsia feathers, tucked in purple tights and he had on heels. He introduced himself enthusiastically before finally putting his hand in the bowl to pull out the female name. My heart raced. Who would it be? It would probably be some idiot that finds her appearance more important than her skills or like this simpering scaredy-cat next to me now.
"This year's lovely lady from District 1 will be…" Oleander's high pitched voice dragged out causing my anxiety to skyrocket. He was doing this on purpose to have more screen time and make everything more suspenseful. I just wish he would read the loser's name so I could just volunteer. I bet the girl will be some daft, untrained bimbo who will begin wailing upon her name being called while I will embrace the career lifestyle and volunteer then go one to be this year's victor… Man, I wish this twit would speed up so I can just volunteer. These vain Capitol people are so exasperating. Just hurry up already! Name the stupid tribute so I can volunteer!
"Blush Fay."
My heart stopped.