Disclaimer: I do not own the Hunger Games.

A/N-Sorry this chapter is so short, I'm kind of new at this. So pleeeeease review and criticize me. You'll help me more than anything. Thank you.

Every chapter is going to have 5 different POV's of the 24 Tributes, so when the Games start you pick the first 5 POV's you want to see in the beginning, then we'll work from there!

Don't forget to review!

Love, ForeverAdrian.

Alexander Pastrana POV.

I've always had problems connecting with, well, anyone. I've always been the one to sit quietly in the darkness while others talk about their current affairs. I've always been the one to lie alone in my parent's room while the warm droplets of rain fall down from the sky and hit the window, making a slight popping noise. I've always been the one that people look over, the one that is mostly frowned upon, the one that is mostly unappreciated. My 16 years of living have come to accept these facts, but my accepting hasn't saved me with my constant battle with depression, a depression that nobody knows about. Sure, people suspect that I suffer from it, but I never let myself show too much of my anxiety, emptiness, or loneliness. I hide it all with a smile. It's hard, yeah, but after 16 years, you get good at it.

Today is one of those days. My dad and I just got into an argument, my sister won't even pay attention to me, even though she did try to help when my dad was yelling at me for who knows what reason, and as of now, I'm lying on my parents bed, watching the skinny drops of water fall down from the sky.

Today is the day of the reaping. A day where families should be nothing but kind to each other, a day where all I should get are hugs and kisses, a day where I should be appreciated and acknowledged at least once.

But of course, that's not going to happen. My dad just left to go to work, leaving me and my sister a pot full of rice and bits of hot dogs, steaming, just waiting for us to dig in and eat the whole thing up. My dad has always been a good cook, and so has my mom. What am I good at?

My mom will be here in exactly an hour to pick us up and take us to the Reaping. That gives us just enough time to eat a little bit, take a shower, and get dressed. My parents don't treat this the right way. They're not even here with us. They should be comforting us, telling us that it's going to be alright. They should be telling us what to do if we get chosen, they should be giving us tips and advice, since, after all, they have seen more Games than we have. Is it that they just have more confidence that we won't get chosen? I'm hurt by their lack of caring, and level of apathy.

I skip the food and head towards the bathroom. This is going to be a long day.

Glenn Elizabeth POV.

Of course I'm scared. I'm terrified. I'm terrified every single reaping. Why? Because I know that if I get chosen, I'm dead. I don't think I would even make it past the first five hours. I see girls like me getting killed in the bloodbath all the time, or the few that do manage to escape, die just as quickly because they don't know how to climb a tree, or hunt for food, or throw a spear. It's so sad. Whenever I see those girls die, I die a little inside. Because I always think to myself, that could be me.

I'm also sad by the fact that I'm wearing one of my best dresses to an event like this. This emerald green dress sure does my fiery red hair some justice, and I love the fact that if you look at it from an angle, you can see a hint of purple. Green and Purple, two of my favorite colors. I heard Green and Purple combined are also the most relaxing colors. But I'm pretty sure that's a myth, because I'm not relaxed one bit.

I hate most of the girls that I'm standing by. Most of them have called me fat and other nasty names before, and most of them have spread rumors about me too. I think the one in front of me even asked me if I was pregnant once. It really sucks, being one of the bigger, uglier girls from District 2, the best District out of all. I get made fun of a lot, I get pranks pulled on me a lot, and I've almost gotten into a few fights, but I never let any of that bring me down, because I know that one day, I'll find a way to get out of District 2, and when I'm out of here, I'll never look back.

The mayor goes up on stage and gives us all a big huge smile. His whitened teeth glimmering in the sunlight almost makes me blind, and his peach creamed colored skin makes him look like a circus freak. His hair is normal though, so I'll give him that.

He tells us the history of Panem. The natural disasters that apparently brought the great country that Panem used to be, America, to its knees. Apparently, once, years and years ago, it was the wealthiest country the world had ever known. You even had freedoms too. It all seems too good to be true though. I think "America" is all a trick designed by higher officials to get all our hopes up, that maybe someday, we can be prosperous. But we all know that is never going to happen.

"Ladies first!" He exclaims in his overly high voice. Wow, had I drifted off that much?

He sticks his short, pudgy hand into the ball and swishes around for a good two minutes, and then, pulls out one long, white slip of paper.

"District 2's female tribute for the 24th annual Hunger Games is, Glenn Elizabeth!"

I have to hear him say my name twice before the cruel reality sinks in. Glenn Elizabeth is me. Glenn Elizabeth is me! One single tear falls from my eye as the mayor asks for volunteers. District 1, 2, and 4 are notorious for their large amounts of tributes being just volunteers, because volunteers are winners. They're considered the Gods and Goddesses of the Hunger Games. Girls that have been training for this moment will volunteer now. I'm just waiting for that one hand to go up, that one hand that will save my life.

But no one screams out that they want to volunteer, no hand has been raised, and no girl has walked up to the stage. Instead, I hear laughs and giggles from the girls around me, and after standing there in shock for a couple of seconds, the girl behind me pushes me onto the path going to the stage. I look back, another tear slowly slipping from the corner of my eye, and see almost all the girls laughing. I don't understand. How could this happen? There are girls that have been waiting for this moment ever since they were born! How could they just let this opportunity pass? I know why. Because I'm Glenn Elizabeth. The ugly fat girl from District 2 that doesn't really belong. My District, my people, want to see me die.

I feel another tear slip down my cheek as I walk to my death.

George Seibert POV.

I don't really know what to do as my mom and sister are holding me tightly, crying and kissing my forehead. I don't smile, I don't frown, and I don't cry with them, I just… sit here. My mom notices my lack of emotion and lets me go. She sits down right next to me in this comfy leather wine red sofa, and puts her hands on my shoulders. My sister lets go and sits down on my other side, putting her head on my back and weeping silently.

"George, I need you to listen to me now, okay?" She says; her eyes wide and sharp.

I nod my head and listen to what she has to say.

"Do you have any questions? About anything? If you do, please ask them now George, while we have time. I am almost positive I can answer almost any question you have." She says.

And that is true. If there's anything about my mom, she's observant. She probably pays more attention during every single Game's than anybody else does, and at some points it fascinates her so much, she even watches re runs when she is home by herself. I know she has the answer to all my questions, but I just have so much, and there is so little time.

"What should I do when I'm in the arena?" I ask her, trying to ignore the wet feeling on my back caused from my sisters tears.

"When the gong sounds, don't you even dare to go near the Cornucopia. Get a little bit of food, a little bit of water, and any bags or first aid kits that are close enough to you that you won't have to face the others. Once you do that, go close a source of water, but not too close, because other tributes won't be far behind. Keep a safe distance away from that source of water, but don't travel too far off to where you won't be able to find your way back. Also, fight only when you need to. Don't ever start a fight, and if it can be avoided, avoid it. Be aware of any dangerous plants and animals. I've already seen too many smart tributes get killed off by the Capitols cruel mutations. Now, if the announcer announces a feast of some sort, do not by any means go to it unless you are absolutely starving. The feast is pretty much one of the climaxes for the games, that and the final two battle. So there's bound to be bloodshed."

"Time's up, mam." I hear a guard say as he approaches us.

"This is it George." My mom says, tears in her eyes again. "Good luck." She kisses me on my fore head and heads off, holding my still crying sister tightly.

I can feel my throat tighten and the all too common feeling of tears forming on my bottom eye lid.

Another guard walks in and waves at me to walk towards him.

"You're mentor wants to see you." He says. I see my district partner, Izzy Bauer I think her name is, walk inside my room but quickly walk out, as if she had made a mistake and meant to walk in a different room.

She won't make it long, I think to myself. She's only twelve.

Ann McDermott POV.

The train is huge and beautiful, but I don't pay much attention to it. I need to think of what my strategy is going to be during the games. Kill anything that breathes? Na, I'm not that cruel. Hide out until everyone else has died? Nope, I'll appear a weakling. Just try to survive and come as it may? Yeah, I think that one will work.

My strategy is no strategy. Just try to survive.

Some sort of attendant escorts me to my room, where I'll be staying for a little less than 24 hours until we reach the Capitol, where we will be staying for the next week or so. I don't know where my District partner is, and I don't really care. I don't want to get close to anyone during these Games. I've seen what it's like when allies have to go against each other, it's terrible to watch. I will never set myself up for that.

Derek looks like a nice kid. But he's not really that attractive. I know for a fact that I'm going to rack up a lot of sponsors purely on my looks, so I need to strategize with Derek in what he's going to do to impress the Capitol. He seems really funny; maybe he can work his charm when he gets interviewed? I don't know, I just know we need to think of something fast. We're not going to be buddy-buddy for long.

I sigh out loud and sit on the fluffy queen sized bed. Oh well, I think to myself. I'll figure something out.

Halloween Meyer POV.

The building in which were staying in is so, so beautiful. It disgusts me. The Capitol is all about beauty and elegance, and they're also all about making such ugly and unpleasant things like The Hunger Games beautiful and elegant. With its flashing lights, extravagant colors, and animalistic Capitol citizens, the Capitol sure does earn its title.

As I'm stepping out of the bus I already see some of our names posted up on these electrical bill boards. The Capitol never misses a beat, does it?

"Juanita Alba (D1|F) - $2,000." It reads. The betting's must have already started.

I'm rushed into this neon blue and grey building with my District partner, Autumn, and our Advisor, Stylists, and Mentor immediately rush us into an elevator before the Paparazzi can reach us.

Autumn is the most particular girl. She volunteered, first of all, for God knows what reason, and once she heard my name get called, she started squealing and jumping up and down with joy, but now, she won't even look at me. It's weird, but I guess its better that way. That way when I kill her, I won't feel so bad.

I plan on killing every single person in that arena. Killing has never even been a problem with me. I've killed before, I mean, it's the easiest little thing. Lucks on my side too. Murders barely ever get solved in District 12. You could even call me a… expert.

I just love the feeling of bones crushing underneath my bare hands, oh, and you know what my favorite part is? That feeling of false hope I give my victims right before I kill them.

"Sure, I'll let you go." I say to them. Their eyes always widen and they start screaming thank you's over and over again, and that's when I get an uncontrollable laughter, and their smiles quickly fade.

They know.

The elevator goes all the way up to floor 48 and slowly comes to a halt. We step out and are immediately shown to our rooms. While on the way, I see that we are the last Tributes to get here, because I see a lot of the Tributes already walking around, talking to others, and even crying. This looks like an interesting bunch too.

I'm going to have lots of fun.