These are the District 1 reapings. I might skip some districts because they are just bloodbath tributes FYI. Enjoy!

Ciarra Templesworth's POV

My red long hair slaps my face in the breeze. I push it away before it can get tangled in my braces. Today is the day. Today will be my day to win my father's attention back. Today the reapings will take place and I will volunteer to take part in the games. I am sure that I can deceive the normally idiotic other tributes.

The one thing I am not so sure about is my little sister, Jessica. She can't fully take care of herself, and she has no one for help. Not my dead mother or my busy father who doesn't even blink an eye when he sees how skinny my sister and I have gotten. I hope that if I volunteer this will all change. My father will look towards are remaining family and think of how I won The Second Quarter Quell.

I look at my watch and see that it is time for the reapings. Polly Newthander appears in the square in full body makeup looking like a complete idiot next to the citizens of District One. She starts with the girls and I tense up. I have been waiting for this moment for years. Polly reaches her gloved hand into a clear bowl piled high with slips of paper. She starts to call out the girl tribute as I whip my hand into the air and screech,

"I VOLUNTEER!"

Platinum Miller

Chill out! I have to tell myself because I am shaking from the fear of being chosen for the Games. Someone always volunteers anyways. I promise, I am NEVER like this. I try to be calm, but ever since my brother's victory in the 46th Hunger Games, I have not enjoyed the Games. It is a rude awakening- seeing your brother kill a sleeping twelve-year-old. I can say I have not been the same since. Nor had my brother for that matter. He seems more harsh and has lost patience. I love him, but I don't want to end up like him.

I loose my train of thought as soon as Polly puts her hand into the boy's bowl. A sudden chill runs down my body as she reads aloud,

"Platinum Miller!"

I just stand there like a moron, waiting for someone to volunteer to take my place. No one does. Finally it dawns on me that I am the District One male tribute and I walk up stage to a redhead girl who shakes my hand sweetly and smiles. I watch her eyes, they are cold and do not smile back.

The end for now! I hope that I portrayed the tributes correctly. I will try to update again soon!

-Soph