Here is the first chapter. sorry to those who read this already but I had to do some major editing. So I found out why people do Reapings by District, it is hard to just do one let alone 12. Here are the first four. I hope to get the next four out soon. Let's start the reapings!

District 1: Wiley Isben's POV

I woke up to someone shoving me. My eyes snapped open immediately and I swiftly snatched the wrist of my attacker. I snapped it back forcefully but quickly. I heard a crack but no scream followed.

"Hey, don't be a bitch," was the next thing I heard. At my brother Fluke's voice, I finally turned over. I now clearly see my "attacker" or should I say attackers were my three older brothers, Reishi, Culumus, and Fluke, whose hand I could have just broke. Not likely, but still possible.

"Happy Reaping Day!" Reishi said in an animated voice. That voice and his last sentence made me want to burrow back under the covers. Since practically the day I was born, my brother had been training me for the Hunger Games. Ever since my parents were killed by an insane Hunger Games winner, my brothers have toughened me up so I could get my own revenge at my own Games. Deep down I know it is really their revenge since I had only been two, but they are the only family I have and I feel like I have to do it. For my families pride.

"I know what day it is," I finally snapped and kicked the covers into a pile at the end of the bed. "Now if you ladies don't mind, I would like to get dressed for the occasion." My brothers laughed and exited my room.

It takes me awhile to get ready. I tell myself it's because I have to look perfect for the Reaping, 'cause I don't want any of the other Career tributes to think I was raised by wolves. That's what District 12 is for. Part of me knows it's not that but I push that thought back with all my other worries.

When I'm finally ready I start to leave my room. "A room I might never see again," I let myself think. I immediately pushed the thought away. I stopped by the mirror right by the door. In the reflection, I see myself with the championship crown on my head. The crown looks just right on my light, blonde hair and makes my grey eyes sparkle. I could just imagine all the capitol girls fainting at the sight of tall, muscular body and my handsome features. I can see the smile appearing on my real reflection. The smell of bacon wakes me out of my fantasy. Meggalinn must be making breakfast. After my parents death, my brothers had to higher someone to make our meals and clean for us. Since our parents left us with a huge sum of money from their old pearl jewelry factory and store, we could afford Meggalinn. I rush to get ready before all of the food is gone. I slip into a plain brown shirt and army green pants. I snatched up the family ring off my dresser and slip it on. I make my way out the room but not before I glance in the mirror one last time.

"This is you Games," I say to reflection. And with that, I left the room, leaving all my worries and insecurities in it.

Mimi Stewart's POV

"Don't slouch Mimosa! That's a sign of weakness!" I heard my mom snap this but her voice seems miles away. All I do is stand up straight and keep walking. While doing so I straighten my purple tunic and let it hang over my white leggings. I stop for a second to get a pebble out of my solid gold flats. Lastly, I straighten my leather wrist strap with my secret weapon inside. My mom said this ensemble looked good on my tall, athletic body but I felt stupid in the dress. But I had to look my best for this day. Today was the day I had been dreading and my mother had been waiting for. Reaping Day. My Reaping Day. When my mother was seventeen she won the 52nd Hunger Games at 17. Now it was my turn. After years of hearing her saying I was not strong enough, fast enough, or for some other reason I wasn't ready, I am finally going to prove my worth to her. To all of District 1.

I push my fiery red hair out of my face and turn to my sister, Emmegarde for the first time since we started walking. "I hope you have fun watching me win and knowing you never would have," I say to her and walk towards my friends, Leif and Erik, who I just spotted. Leif and Erik were pretty much my only friends in the whole District. They were the only ones who would put up with my mother, sister, and me for that matter. Although no one ever says anything to my face, I could tell no one at school liked me. I hear my sister yell back a response to my retreating back but I barely hear a word. I break off into a run towards my friends.

"Are you guys ready?" I ask when I finally catch up to them. My friend Erik, a small brunette who I tower over, jumps at the sound of my voice behind him. Although I would never say this to him, Erik would only survive the first day of the Games because he was from District 1. My other friend Leif just smiles at me. Leif, in my opinion was gorgeous. He had blonde hair with brown streaks in it and these huge almond colored eyes I could just drown in them. Next to mousy Erik, Leif was a god. Not that I'd ever tell him that. I noticed Leif was holding his five year old sister's hand. Cordealia looked like a female version of Leif. She loves me to death but I just think that is because she is too young to really know me.

"Are you ready?" Leif whispers to me, looking straight into my hazel eyes. He puts a comforting hand on my muscular shoulder and squeezes. Leif and Emmegarde were the only people I told about me volunteering. I told Emmegarde so I could rub in her face and Leif for help and what he was doing right now, comfort.

It takes a minute for me to realize we are just standing there. It takes me another minute to notice that someone was pulling at my hand. I look down and see Cordealia and I give her a small smile. I look back up to see Erik giving me and Leif a confused look. I shrug it off and begin walking again. He will know soon enough.

We reach the Town Center where the Reaping is to be held and I know it is time to say good-bye. I give Cordealia a quick hug because her and Leif's mother was waiting for her. I then lean down and give Erik the same quick hug. He still looks confused but still walks off to his roped area without question. I see Leif standing there with a sad half smile on his face. He pulls me into a tight hug.

"Come see me off, okay?" I whisper in his ear. I feel him nod in response. He is the first to pull away and gives me a nudge towards my roped area. I give him one last smile and walk over.

It takes forever for the Reaping to start and when it finally does we all still have to sit through the boring history. Finally, the lady with bright orange hair walks up to announce the tributes. I hear the girl's name called but I don't even remember what it was. It doesn't matter anyway.

"I volunteer," I say calmly as I waltz on up to the stage. The scared girl, whose name was called, practically ran her way back down the stage stairs. I hear the lady say something along the lines of wonderful before she asks my names. "Mimosa Stewart but call me Mimi."

She rattles off another line then moves on to call out the boy tribute. "Josh…" Before she could even finish the name, a boy from the 15 area volunteers. I can see the lady didn't like being interrupted but she regained her poise as the boy walked up the stairs.

I gave the boy a quick once over. I had to admit he was handsome. Blonde hair, grey eyes, muscular, he was a knock-out. I heard his name was Wiley Isben. I nearly vomit at the sound of Isben. Those brothers were infamous in District 1. Now looking at him, I could see he was arrogant and prideful. Two things I hate in boys. As he went to shake my hand, I could see his eyebrow raise in what I make out as delight. I give is hand a squeeze to let him know one thing.

I didn't care if we could both win, he is a dead man.

District 2: Season Vitale

The screaming of a young child blasts me out of my sleep. I open my eyes to the blinding sunlight and immediately reclose them. My little sister, Loupe, was the cause of my unfortunate awakening. I know I had to get up anyway. It was Reaping Day. I climb out of my large bed while simultaneously rubbing my sun blinded eyes. I walk straight into my private bathroom. In other districts, people would be surprised to hear a family of 8 kids could all get there own private bathroom, but that was District 2. I glance in the mirror and see my sleep did not let my hair off easy. For hair as short as mine, it was surprising how tangled it got. I yanked a brush through my maroon hair. Once my hair looked somewhat presentable, I pushed the bangs out of the way. I got a rare glimpse of my yellow-green cat-like eyes but only for a second, for my long bangs fell right back into their comfortable position in front of my eyes. I took notice to how pale I looked this morning and how my freckles seem to pop off my skin. My normally cream colored skin looked quite white.

I realized I was wasting time on my appearance. I strolled out of the bathroom to notice a yellow, empire waist chiffon dress waiting for me on the bed. I leaned down to touch the material only to hear a shriek of disapproval behind me.

"That is silk, it crinkles easily!" It's my family's personal stylist Auttie Summers. I make sure not to turn around until the look of disgust is not shone on my face. I tried to tell my self that I was lucky to have her but every time I see her I want to throw her out my third story window. But that was just the life of a wealthy, District 2 girl. Private Capitol tutors, large villas, personal stylists, and everything anybody could ever want. Her parents owned the largest and best weapon and artillery factory in all of District 2 and that was saying a lot. That factory is what supports my large family. It could support 2 large families, actually.

"Sorry," I mutter but I hardly mean it. I turn around to face Auttie. I see her hair has changed yet again. Instead of a vibrant yellow it is now a bold green that curls every which way. Her skin is still normal but is covered with spinning tattoos that are hard to look at.

As soon as she sees my pale skin and my still slightly bed-headed hair, she loses. I hear things like Have you taken a shower and I told you to pluck but I swat away each one like it's a pesky fly. After Auttie gains some control, she pulls me back into my bathroom.

The next hour is full of brainless comments and tons of different assorted beauty supplies. Since everything Auttie say is all Capitol crap, I try to ignore it. However, Auttie has this thing where every time you ignore something she says, she gets a degree louder in volume. Soon enough, you have an earful of Capitol shrieking. Of course, I have been doing this for 14 years so I have invented a system. I found out I can ignore 10 comments of Auttie's before she becomes to loud. Then I just make some type of sign at the 11 comment to show that I am listening. Her voice will then return to a bearable volumes.

After that hour of prepping, I finally get to see my own reflection. Besides some type of gloss and a white daisy my hair was the same. My make-up was minimal except for bright yellow eye shadow. The yellow dress looks flattering, the waist and cap sleeves look just right. As I prepared to leave the bathroom, Auttie handed me a pair of copper gladiator sandals which surprised me with their simplicity. I quickly strapped them on, grabbed my favorite silver chocker with the blood-red ruby heart, and followed Auttie down for breakfast.

Our dining room might be the largest and most extravagant room in our house. The oak table is usually the center of attention but today it was piled high with plates of every type of breakfast food imaginable. My parents, Balint and Adelais, sat on left end of the table, across from each other. Next to my mother was Auttie and next to my father was our personal trainer, Thatcher. I enjoy Thatcher's company because he is quite just like I am. He know of my deep hatred for training and tries to make the best of it for me. I take my place next to Thatcher and across from my 17 year old brother, Bennett. On the other side of me and Bennett our my other siblings, Cecil, Esperance, Crispin, Sebastian, and Verbena. Loupe had to sit on the other side of my mother since she is only three.

Breakfast is a very important meal in my household. Usually it is a three course meal served over the course of a prop two hours or more. I always stay out of family conversation but the others chat on about topics such as current training scores or what the Hunger Games will be like this year. Today is different. All the food is served at once to save time to get to the Reaping. Since I am to volunteer this year, everyone tries to pull me into the conversations.

The thing about District 2 is that they expect victors. So every year they hold trials to see who will volunteer. If you are chosen for the final twelve, 6 boys and 6 girls, you fight to the almost death to see who comes out as the champion. This year, despite my little as possible training time, I won along with a boy named Lance whose last name I don't care to remember. My parents were extremely proud but I honestly don't care.

An hour of meal time has gone by when a knock was heard at the door. Our maid could have gotten it but I took this chance to skip another long Hunger Games story. As a reached the door I heard a familiar "This door won't open itself!" I throw open the door to see my four friends, Ondine Jargon, Quietus Acheron, Juno Vrindas, and Leonidas Fitz-Germain. Juno gave me a tight hug before she even got into the house.

"I'm going to miss you soooooo much!" It was like Juno to over exaggerate everything. I laughed and gave my other friends a hug.

"Ready?" Ondine asked as he leaned against the door frames, his almond colored hair falling over his face. I nod and call Bennett. Every year Ondine, Juno, Bennett, and I walk to the Reaping early. Quietus is too young to be reaped and now Leonidas is too old so they walk with my family.

As soon as Bennett arrives we head. I take one last look back at my house and say a soft good-bye. If I come back, I'll be in Victor's Village and if not…

Lance Peregrine's POV

"How do you feel about the girl tribute? Lance? Lance? LANCE!" My sister Constance is snapping at me again but I real don't give a shit anymore. She can snap all she wants. But I hope she knows that this is probably the only time she will ever see me again. Vigilance Peregrine. I wonder if it will be a name worth remembering. Yeah, only if their thinking, Oh the poor Peregrine kids. My family may be the worst in District 2. A "working" father who is never home, a drunk, druggie of a mother and a bunch of kids that are probably only half related to me. How's that for family life? My "attitude problems" are the reason I have no friends according to, well, all of District 2. They say a boy with shaggy blonde hair, grey eyes, and muscular build is handsome enough for plenty of friends and maybe a girlfriend. Of course, they never talk about the unsightly bags under my eyes, my pale skin, my scars from my sister paranoia induced attack on my cheeks, or my large glasses always dropping on my face. Well, they don't say it to my face. The world has pretty much screwed me.

"What is up with you? Answer my question!" Another snap from Constance, my 16 year old sister.

"Isn't she a Vitale?" Constance nods. "I'm sure she is perfectly trained and rich as hell." I honestly don't care about the Vitale girl. Her dad is so loaded and the family is so respected, they might as well rule District 2.

"Who cares if she's rich? She is your partner," Constance says. Yes she is my partner. But I'm sure she will do fine without me. I have seen what she can do. At the trials I made sure to excel. It wasn't hard for me. Training is my life. It's my escape. Every time I train, the world isn't such a living hell. But that doesn't matter. The world will always be hell. So I'm going to the Games. So I can die.

"Hurry up!" I heard Constance yell to my other siblings, Felicity, Honor, and Merit. My other five siblings, Solace, Temperance, Revelation, Valor, and Youth, are too young to be reaped. Since my dad is required to go, I had to trust him to bring my siblings and more importantly, my mother.

We reached the roped areas near the stage. Felicity, Honor, and Merit head tol their areas but I hold Constance back.

"You can't win the trials ever," I tell her in a low whisper. She looks confused but doesn't ask any question so I continue. "You have to take care of everyone, make sure they are never picked either. You have to take care of the family."

"Why? Why won't you win?" I surprised at how scared and weak she looks. Constance always tries to look tough. I just shake my head and push her towards her area.

I push past the boys in my age group. They are all younger than me an weaker so it doesn't take much strength. Hell, I'm lucky to be here. If the reaping had been 5 days later, I would be 19 and couldn't volunteer.

I tune out the first part of the reaping. I see the Vitale, Season is her name; mount the stage after she volunteered. Her face looked like it was made of stone. I hear the boys name called. I wait until our district announcer, Elle Lass, asks for volunteers.

"I volunteer," I say in a confident voice I manage to muster up. I walk up the stairs swiftly and take my place. "Vigilance Peregrine."

I try not to let any emotion show; Season sure as hell wasn't showing any. I can't wait until the train gets me out of here. I never want to see District 2 again.

District 3: Yolen Graes's POV

"Reaping Day!" my little sister shrieked from downstairs. I try to use my pillow to block my siblings screeching voices with no success. Yet again my siblings are victorious at waking me up far too early. I manage to get out of bed without stepping on any discarded computer chips or wires. I glance into my mirror to see my flaming red hair is sticking up in all directions. My green eyes have there usual sleep deprived look and so does my pale skin. However, my athletic build is still intact. I finger comb quickly and get dressed. I slip on my grey button down, black pants, and black overcoat, my best attire. It was Reaping day after all. I slip the copper disk that holds my first electronic chip, into my coat pocket. I consider it my good luck charm.

I make my way to the dining room where my family's maid is setting out silverware. My father is District 3's top programmer so we live a very comfortable lifestyle. To have a maid in District 3 shows that your family is quite rich. Although District 3 is no 12 it most certainly isn't a 1 either.

"The right head's fork is crooked," I announce to her before sitting down. I hear her small sigh as she goes to fix it. I know Rosario hates me for always pointing out what she is doing wrong but that is hardly my fault. I was born with an eye for perfection.

The rest of the family files in. My father takes his place at the head where the fork was crooked and my mother at the other head. My little sister, Sunny, and my little brother, Hail, sat across from me. They are twins and only ten so they don't have to worry about the Reaping just yet. I, however, am 15. I have everything to lose.

"The worst thing happened at the factory. Someone idiot programmed something about as wrong as you can program something so they called me to fix it! I missed a whole day of work!" There goes my dad again, complaining about who did what wrong. No one honestly cares, so why can't he see that. The stuff only goes to the Capitol anyway.

"How awful," my mother says in a comforting tone. She then looks at me as if to say I should say something. Yeah, like I'm going to be sympathetic to my father for wasting a day at a job that doesn't matter. So I just focus on my scrambled eggs and don't look back up.

The rest of our meal went by painfully slowly. I rejoiced to myself when my dad announced we should all get going. I rocket out the door not even thinking about the Reaping. I was just done with that boring family I call my own.

Leita Ashling's POV

"Emma slow down, it's a Reaping, not the end of the Victory Tour!" My best friend Emma, who didn't even hear me, kept walking at her fast pace.

"I just want to get it over with! I had to take 6 tesserea this year! We can't all be the mayor's daughter!" Hearing Emma snap like that made me feel very guilty. The Reaping, tessereas, and the Hunger Games in general were touchy subjects for Emma. And it wasn't like she wasn't right. I am the mayor's daughter. I didn't take out a single tesserea so the odds are in my favor. Yet, whenever she says thing like that it makes me a bit angry. It's not like my life isn't hard. So what if my dad was the mayor and my mom owns a successful apothecary shop? I was attacked by a wild dog, causing a huge scar on my leg, I watched my brother being whipped to death, and I fear my twin brother and sister will suffer one of these things.

Emma has stopped for a minute to let me catch up and to check her hair in a shop with mirrors. I too stopped to check my hair. My bright blue and black hair still complimented each other nicely. My 5'4 stature and muscular build also look fine in my green, lacy dress and black flats. I straighten my mom's gold, lucky necklace which she say used to have healing powers. Let's hope it's lucky today.

Emma and I pick up our pace again. We walk in silence the rest of the way there. Not one glance was shared between us. This is how it is like virtually every reaping since she was twelve and I was 13. When we finally made it to the roped sections, the tension was at it's highest. We gave each other a fleeting hug and muffled a good luck to each other before going to our separate roped sections, me to the girl 17 year olds and her to the girl 16 year olds.

My dad read the usual history of the Hunger Games before handing the mike over to Maggie Gale, our District announcer. She had flowing red hair and sheet white skin that can not be natural.

"Lady's first!" She says this every year even though everyone knows the order by now. She takes awhile to pick a name. When she finally pulls it out, she tries to be dramatic by pausing for a second. "Leita Ashling!"

I nearly fainted at the sound of my name. I shakily manage to get to the stage. All I can see are my father's scared eyes. No doubt he is thinking about losing another child. I hear Maggie ask for my volunteers but I don't hold my breathe. District 3 doesn't know the meaning of the word volunteer.

I hear her ask me something and I hear my self reply but that is my only connection to the outside world. Inside, all I can see are different death scenarios.

"Gentlemen!" Maggie trills. It doesn't take her as long to find a name but she still takes a dramatic pause. "Yolen Graes!"

I can make out a pretty muscular boy making his way to the stage. I think he has come to dinner at some point. His father is the top programmer of the District. I hear his footsteps on the stage as he takes his place. My father manages to make his way through the Treaty without crying but I can see the tears forming.

As I shake hands with Yolen, I wonder if he is thinking what I am thinking. We are going to die.

District 4: Eris Delgrave's POV

"Wake up, wake up, wake up!" I groan and throw one of my many pillow at Caralla, who was jumping on my bed. I know it was Reaping day but screw waking up early. Suddenly something dawned on me. Why is Caralla in my house? I roll over and sit up to see the faces of my best friends, twins Caralla and Crest Van Pel.

"It's about time Delgrave!" Crest said from the door way. Caralla was currently sitting on my now crumpled bed.

"It's about time?" I glance at my clock. It was 10:33. "I still had 30 minutes of sleep, so you only have the right to say 'it's about time' until after 11!" I throw my clock at him only to have him catch and throw it right back. I can't help but laugh at my failed attempt to try to hurt him.

"Let's go! Breakfast is ready!" Sometimes I find it hard to believe Caralla was 17 when she acted like she was five. Half the time I'm the one telling her to settle down even though I'm a month younger.

"Hey that's my breakfast! You don't even live here!" I'm still laughing through my attempted serious face.

"We might as well though. You have enough room!" With that Crest left the room followed by Caralla. He had a point. They both spent about half of their spare time here. And being the youngest of the richest man in District 4 can be lonely so I'm lucky to have them as real friends. Everyone just wants to come over to your huge house. My dad own the largest fleet of fishing ships in District 4. My mother was the daughter of a past mayor so she made sure to keep the fact that we were rich out of our heads. She refused to spoil us. I had two older brothers and an older sister. My brothers are still fine but they never call. My sister was killed by the tributes of District 2 last year. That is why this year I have vowed to avenge her death. Every since though, I have chickened out. But not this year.

I know Caralla won't wait long before sending Crest to carry me down to breakfast, so I try to get dresses quickly. I dress in my favorite see green, calf length dress and slip on my green wedges. I make sure to add on my favorite anklet, the one with sea green beads with swirling pattern engraved in the gold. I look in the mirror in hopes my hair is not as awful as it usually is. My red hair is surprisingly tame so I run a quick brush through and put in my green hair ribbon to match my shoes. My sea colored eyes look bright and my heart-shaped face was spared of it's usually pale morning look. My dress flatters my slim, 5'4 body. I give my reflection one last once over and then I am satisfied.

When I get down to the kitchen, I see Caralla and Crest are already eating and making small talk with my parents. It always surprises me how well they get along with parents, considering my parents aren't fond of many people. I have the same trait.

"Well it's about time," Crest says with a smirk. I glance at the clock. It's 11:02. I think about hitting him with one of the many foods on the table but my mother would not appreciate that. I won't be seeing her for awhile so I want to make the best of this day.

Breakfast goes by smoothly but it still has that pre-Reaping feel. Although District 4 is considered a Career District, we are not as confident or strong as 2 or 1. They breed victors. I have trained enough and I am fairly good with knives but I'm no killing machine.

"We better go," Crest says at around 11:40. Our house is only about a five minute walk to the Town Center but it is good to get there early. I kiss my mother and father good-bye, for they like to go later and leave with Crest and Caralla.

I look straight ahead as I walk. And I think about nothing but killing District 2.

Zander Harris's POV

I had to get there early. The Town Center was already bustling but as long as I got a front spot in my age group I was perfect. This was my year. I have given 9 years of my life to training and they were not going to be wasted. I knew the Harris name was a laughing stock. My two brothers failed to take the gold at their Hunger Games. Sure my parents were sad they about their deaths, but that was nothing compared to losing the family name. So what if we were one of the richest families in the District, if the Harris name lost another Games, name was done. But like that was going to happen.

I got the front spot I was looking for. I say Rack Greggs looking at me on the other side of the ropes. He strutted over with that over-confident look on his face that I have seen so many times. And I have beaten that look up so many times.

"Heard you were volunteering, can't wait to see a third Harris die," he said the name Harris as if it was some sort of disgusting bug.

"Yeah, I thought I'd spare a fourth Greggs." There, I threw it right back at him. I saw his face go sour. He had nothing left to say. He retreated just as fast as he had came.

I know he knows I will win. My dark brown, wavy hair, large green eyes, blemish free, tan skin, tall, muscular body, and handsome face alone will get me sponsors. And no one in the Capitol has seen what damage I can do with just my hands.

My cockiness has reached record high just as the Reaping began. The mayor always speeds through the history and victors so we can get straight to the good stuff. Ella Moss, our neon pink haired announcer, stepped up to the mike. Her speech was also quick and soon enough she was drawing the girl's name. "Caralla Van Pel!"

The girl didn't even make it up to the stage before a gorgeous girl with long red hair stepped up to take her place. The original girl's eyes went wide. I could see they were friends. The volunteer pulled the other girl off the stairs and climbed up herself. She quickly introduced herself.

"Eris Delgrave." So she's a Delgrave. Richest family in all of District 4. Probably the most spoiled girl in District 4 as well.

"Boys!" Ella wasted no time picking the boy. We aren't fond of taking up time here in four. "Rack Greggs!"

I found myself laughing hysterically at this. The scared look that Rack was trying to hide on his face was priceless. At least I was going to relieve him.

"I'm Zander Harris and I volunteer!" I make sure to announce this in a confident voice. I don't want 1 and 2 to think I was weak. I take my place next to Eris. The Harris family will be victorious.

That's all for now! Please rate and review even if your person was not in this chapter. The next one will be out soon. May the odds be ever in your favor.

-Emma