I've planned out the exposition to the Games, and here it is:

1. Reapings and goodbyes (12 seperate chapters for each district)
2. Train ride to the Capitol
3. Chariots
4. Training
5. Lunch at the training center
6. Training scores
7. Interviews
8. The night before the Games

After that, they enter the arena, I have to kill your lovely tributes :(
Here are the district 1 reapings. Enjoy. jakey121 owns Dustin Shackles. pinkwataah owns Annabelle Winters. I own nothing, and Suzanne Collins owns all.

-Dustin Shackles- 15 years old

The minute I got up, I knew this was my day.

This is what I was trained to do. Win the Games.

Focus. That was what I needed right now.

"Dustin! Breakfast time!" I rolled my eyes, good-naturedly, and walked down the steps of our mansion.

"I'm coming, Rose!" The smell of frying eggs downstairs lured me down, and I peeked into the kitchen, where our housekeeper, Rose, was working.

"I made scrambled eggs, hot chocolate, and orange slices for you, so you better be hungry." My mouth started watering somewhere between the chocolate and oranges, and I was definently hungry.

"Oh yeah, I better be full for today's adventure." I winked at her, and she brought the platters of food to the dining room. There, Mom and Dad were already eating breakfast. They both had an extra dark coffee that made my eyes water because of that bitter stench. How could they drink something so foul-tasting?

"Well, are we training today?" I asked Dad.

"No, I think we should all take a break today,' he replied, casually.

"What?" Mom yelled. "How do you expect him to win the games if he's not trainings?"

"Trixie, calm down," Dad assured Mom. "One day won't change anything."

"Fine," she grumbled. I was worried about her. Two years ago, I ran away because she was always hitting me and telling me to train more. It was overwhelming. There were many thigns I couldn't do, and that was one of them. But they found me. The peackeepers did. They dragged me all the way back, made me apologize, and made sure my mom never abused me again. Dad acted like it never happened. But Mom...she held grudges. She acts like she loves me when other people come over, but I know that deep inside, theres something dark about her.

I dug into my breakfast, and quickly drank my hot chocolate. Which was not exactly the smartest move I've made. The brown liquid burned my tongue, I grabbed Dad's orange juice, and chugged it down to cool off my burning mouth. He didn't even notice.

Mom glared at me and slapped my wrist. "Manners, Dustin. Have you learned nothing?"

I looked away. Irritated. She seriously thought table manners would help me win the Games.

I excused myself and walked upstairs to my room. Rose was already there, and laying out a white collared shirt with a light gray vest and matching pants. "Thanks, Rose."

"You're welcome." She walked out of the room and flashed a smile to me. I changed into the reaping clothes, and deicded what to do with my spiky dark blond hair. Oh well. I guess I would just comb it and leave it the way it was.

I look into the mirror, and smiled. The gray of the vest makes my eyes even bluer than they're supposed to be.

I walk back downstairs, and my parents were getting ready to leave. I nod and wave to them. "I'll go early. I'll see you on the stage!"

I walked down the street, to the square. Usually, there are only a couple people around, but now, the streets are flooded with people making their way to the town square, where the reapings will be held.

The sun shines, the birds sing, this will be a good day.

-Annabelle Winters- 16 years old

I peek out the window of my bedroom and flash hand symbols to the young girl below.

How are you?, I ask in our secret code.

I'm fine, she says back.

I smile. She's doing well. That's all that matters. I'm about to go back to the window, when Daddy comes into the room.

"Anna, sweetheart? Why haven't you changed yet? The reaping will be in an hour," he says to me. He's already dressed, and Mum is probably ready to go too. He's the mayor, so we always have to go early so he can read the Treaty of Treason to our district, on reaping day.

"It's okay, daddy, I can change by myself." I pushed him out, and kissed his cheek. "I can find my way by myself too. You go without me."

I closed the door and locked it. I looked out the window. Darn. She had already left, probably for the reaping. I might as well wear something nice, as I have a wide variety of things to wear.

I opened my closet, and chose one out the fifty in there. It was my favorite. A simple pearl white chiffon evening gown that ended at my ankles. I walked to the front door of the house, and slipped on flats covered with smooth, silky, white satin. About my hair, I put it over my shoulder and loose, the way I liked it.

Down the street, most people were already at the square, in their age sections. The peacekeepers checked my ID, and I went to the girl's section, the 16 year olds. I searched through the crowds for her. I scanned the 12-year olds, and she was there. she was wearing a green lace dress and had her hair braided. The old lady down the street probably gave her the dress, and she could have done the braids for her too. She had just turned 12 last week, and against Daddy's wishes, I went over and brought her a cake and a bracelet.

It makes me think about what would happen if she were chosen. No, that's impossible, I think to myself. She only has two slips, one required, and the other to survive in the woods. I feel relieved, knowing that the chances of her being chosen are slim. But just as my relief comes, the reapings starts.

-Dustin Shackles-

I waited for the jerk to hurry up; she was droning on and on about the Dark Days, and how evil we were. Who cares? It's history now.

Dad is up on the stage drinking more coffee with the mayor, some old balding guy that supposed to have a daughter my age.

Finally, the escort walks over to the glass bowl. Dad always called it the fish bowl, because he thought it looked like one. "Now, since we always start with the ladies, why don't we flip it around a little?" She says. She dips her left hand in and plucks one. The air is still with fear and silence, although many of us in the crowd are careers, waiting to be chosen.

"Marcus Reid." A cry calls out fromt he crowds, and several people break into tears. Perfect.

"I volunteer!" I yell. I shove my way through the crowd, and another boy is about to volunteer, but trips while pushing other people. I make it there first. Perfect.

"Now, sir, what is your name?" the escort asks me.

"Dustin Shackles," I reply, confidently.

"Shackles...I bet you're Temple Shackles's son!" I face the audience, wordlessly, and they know. The resemblance is uncanny.

"Well, congratulations, Dustin! Now, time for the ladies." She teeters over to the girl's bowl on her high heels, and carefully picks one slip." She smiles as if she knows something, and reads the name.

"Rosalind Waters."

-Annabelle Winters-

The very words make me think of something. An old memory. I was thirteen, and loved exploring the forest. Daddy always said no, and tried to get angry at me whenever I strayed out, but he couldn't. He loved me too much. That day, I heard a crack of a twig, and was terrified that something was going to jump out at me. I turned around, and there was a bedraggled girl wearing rags at my feet. She was begging for me to save her, and it was easy to tell she was starving. Her protruding ribs showed enough. I was so lonely those days. None of the other rich girls liked me because I wasn't a career, like them. They were conceited and blond with blue eyes. They came from rich families and the children of victors. I wasn't like them, and I was a loner at the time. I befriended girl in the woods, she told me she was from district 12 but ran away because her brother was poaching in the woods, and they killed her and her family. She had no name, so I named her Rosalind, a name I always wanted. She was my friend, but Daddy didn't understand that, he never could, the way I interpreted the world. I understood that my meaning in life was to protect Rosalind, my only friend, at any cost. But I had never thought it would end this way.

I came back into reality, and Rosalind was already half up the stage, with tears streaming down her face. It's now or never.

"I volunteer," I said weakly. I marched myself up the steps, as hundreds of people watch in horror.

"No, Annabelle!" Daddy yells, and blocks the entrance to the stage. I'm impervious to his pleas, until he kneels over and puts head on my feet. "Please. Please go back."

"No," I say coldly, in a tone I never knew I had. I push him aside and refuse to meet his eyes. It's over now.

He begins crying, so the escort quickly finishes the reaping and takes us into the justice building. But it doesn't matter anymore. It's all over.

-Dustin-

I had no idea what was up with the mayor; apparently the girl that volunteered was his daughter. He seriously broke down and started sobbing all over the stage, while everyone stared.

When Dad came to visit, he marched straight toward me, and pushed me against the wall.

"You will win. Do you understand?"

"Yes." I gulped and he put a disk-like object into my hand. "This was my token. It's yours now."

"I promise I'll win and make you proud, Dad."

He pats my back nods. The token is a coin with the words, "victor", stamped on it. "That's my boy."

But I don't hear him, because my mind is already on the Games. This was my year.

-Annabelle Waters-

When Daddy came, he wasn't crying anymore. Mum was with him, and he threw her arms around me.

"Oh, my baby! My poor baby!" she starts crying, and I let her touch me. She smells like lavender.

"Here, take this, you need it with you to remember us." She takes the clip holding up her out, and her hair falls limply around her shoulders. It's a clip shaped like a daisy. She puts it in my hair, and kisses my forehead.

"Please, win. For all of us. At least try." I smile, and reply softly.

"I'll try."

It feels bad to lie to her, but thats what the Games are about anyway, deceit and trickery. It was just a big show.