Oh my gosh, I am so sorry I took so long! I didn't mean to, I was just finishing up another fic and I semi forgot and...sorry. Please send me district 3 people, I still don't have any! AHHHH! Sorry again, I will try to update faster once I got district 3 tributes!

Hadley Azalay...

I wake up and my blue eyes dart open. Reaping day! I walk down stairs. 'If you get in, your going to lose' a voice says. I turn around, but no one is there. I sigh and roll my eyes. I walk into the living room and sit at the table. Dad sits across from me, barely making eye contact.

"Yo, dad, morning...?" I say.

"Is that you, Hadley?" dad asks. He is a morphine addict. He became when my mom died in the games when I was young, which caused dad to go on morphine. I know, it's completely insane but whatever.

'You are so stupid' I hear someone say. I look around again, but again, it's only me and dad.

I walk upstairs and put on a skirt and a black shirt. I brush through my pixie like hair. I walk downstairs and see that dad has passed out. I sigh and roll my eyes and start to walk to the justice building. On the way, people start to laugh at me and insult me. I hope it's just in my head, but I can see everyone around me.

Pathetic, isn't it? I'm a career and I get bullied! I hate people!

I start to run.

I meet up with my friend, Demetri, half way to the justice building. He has been my friend for years.

"So how has your day been?" Demetri asks.

"Stupid" I say.

"I never wound have guessed" He says. I laugh.

"How about you?" I ask.

"Oh fine, fed the animals, you know the drill" Demetri says.

I nod. "I think I'm going to volunteer this year."

"Please don't" Demetri says.

"Why? Do you think I couldn't win?" I ask.

"That's not what I said, you could win, but I'd be alone for like...two months" Demetri says.

"Oh well, you'll still have Fay" I tease. That's Dememtri's crush.

"Shut up" Demetri laughs.

"But come on, volunteering would be my only way to gain respect" I say.

"You could gain respect if you actually respected anyone but me and your dad" Demetri says.

"I do respect people!" I laugh.

"Yeah, sure" Demetri says. I roll my eyes. "Are the voices teasing you again?"

"Well, a bit" I say.

"I'm sorry" Demetri says.

"Why are you sorry? Did you put the voices in my head?" I say.

"No, but I don't like my best friend being angry" Demetri says.

"Oh well, nothing we can do about it, I guess" I say.

Once we get there, I make my way to the group of fourteen year old girls and sigh, watching Demetri go to the fourteen year old boys section. This is so stupid!

No one seems to notice me now. I wait for a few minutes until the escort walks on stage. Now Imma prove to them, I am a career, and I need respect, so yeah!

"Happy Hunger Games!" she says. "Okay, for our girl tribute..."

She walks over to the bowl and picks out a girls name. She starts to say something.

"I VOLUNTEER" I yell. Everyone looks at me with wide eyes. I walk up on stage and smile. I look at Demetri, he is just shaking his head and he looks at me and gives me the 'what the heck is wrong with you?' look. I look at him and give him the 'I'm going to do this if ya like it or not' look. Demetri makes a fist at me. I sigh.

"And our male tribute will be..."


Hector Nelson...

I wake up in the morning and yawn then a feeling of dread hits me. Reaping day, I'm doomed! With my amazing talent of winning things (I hate it) I'll be picked! Great, that's just great! Oh god I'm going to die! Calm down, calm down, first reaping, you won't get picked!

I sigh and brush my fingers through my very blonde hair. I get up and look in the mirror, putting on my glasses. I get dressed and walk downstairs to my mother and father in tears. My sister, Hannah, had died two years ago in the games. She was in the final three tributes left, she was winning, but she died. Mother and Father are afraid that with my 'luck' problem that I'm going to get in. Now, when I say Luck I guess it's not really the right word. Like, once I one a spelling B in school and I didn't know how to spell any of the words, and once I won a race I wasn't even in! Yeah, that's how bad my luck is, and I have more stories. If I get into the games I will die!

I walk into the living room where mother and father still have tears stained eyes, but aren't crying anymore.

"Hector, you can't go! I don't want to lose you like I lost..." Hannah I think to myself. Father starts to cry again.

"Well, at least the odds are in my favor, my name has only been in once" I say. "And it was district ones fault Hannah..." I say.

They nod.

"But what if you get in?" father says.

"Then...I get in, and I'll avenge Hannah" I say.

"Okay, we'll meet you up at the justice building" mother says. I can tell that this is really hard for them. I really miss Hannah too, and I'm scared. But I meant what I said, I will avenge her.

I change into a nice pair of jeans and a white shirt and walk to the justice building. Along the way I keep thinking that I need to do something about Hannah, she should have won and she could have won!

Once I get there, the escort walks on stage and talks for awhile. I zone out. I need people to remember my sister! I zap back into reality when a girl volunteers. She is short and has a black pixie and blue eyes.

"And our male tribute will be..." the escort says, and before I can think, I volunteer.

"Oh goodie!" the escort says. I get dragged onto stage.

"Your names are?" the escort asks.

"Hadley Azalay" the girl says.

"Hector Nelson."

"Splendid!" The escort says...

AN. So, thank you authors who sent me these lovely tributes! Hadley and Hector of district 2, it has a good ring to it, don't you think? So review and stuff, thanks!

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