Windows Foresight-16-District 3

My alarm clock starts beeping, I roll over and hit the top of it, then roll back into my original position. I'm so tired, I knew I shouldn't have watched the fifth games last night, it was twenty-five days long.

Wait, Reaping Day! Ok, I need to go fast if I want to make it to the square at twelve o'clock. I look at my alarm clock ten past ten! It must be faulty; I should be finishing breakfast by now!

I quickly get dressed into a black t-shirt, black boxers and white jeans, I also put a white jumper on, as it is quite cold in District 3.

As I was eating a breakfast of jam on toast, my friend, Servestic Deveraux, knocked on the door. I opened it up for him and put some more bread in the toaster. District 3 has the best technology by far. For example, toasters pop the toast when it's done without having a timer, the toaster checks the heat signature of the toast then pops it out when it gets to a certain degree.

I think District 3 is also one of the few districts that know how to tell time.

I sit down on the sofa and grab the television remote, then I turn it onto the news channel. There's a documentary about the new model of hovercraft. I look over at Servestic, the toaster has popped the toast and he's eating it at the table.

My brother, Stylus, lopes down the stairs sleepily.

"What are you watching?" he asks.

"Oh, just a documentary about the new hovercraft's device that coverts heat energy of fuel into mechanical energy." I say smugly.

Stylus looks confused, I love it when he looks confused.

I guess I'm just more intelligent than him. I'm always proud of myself when I think back to when I eavesdropped on a couple with an unborn baby talking about escaping District 3. I didn't have anything against the family, I just wanted to give District 3 a good reputation. So, I guess I broke into three peacekeepers houses and change their schedules to guard on the day that the couple were going to escape. They shot the man, and the woman, absolutely bawling her eyes out, was taken away to become an Avox.

"Stylus, were watching a documentary about a hovercraft's engine." Says Servestic.

Servestic is literally the only person who knows what I'm talking about.

Mum and Dad walk downstairs casually. They're already dressed.

Mum squeezes onto the sofa with Servestic, Stylus and I whilst Dad makes a cup of coffee. Stylus is the only one who isn't dressed, so he goes upstairs to do so. I also go upstairs to brush my teeth; I also look in the mirror to check whether my hair is messed up. I also check my clothes.

There are some bread crumbs on my abnormally pale skin, and there are some on my clothes as well, but I easily brush them off. I also stare at my eyes, I have heterochromia, which means I have different coloured eyes. One is light blue, the other is dark green. My parents always said I was special because of that. I comb my messy, black hair then I'm ready to set off. Good timing too, it's twenty to twelve.

Stylus, Servestic and I ride on our hoverbikes to get to the square quickly, Mum and Dad jog.

We get there at five to twelve, my parents shortly follow.

J.G is just starting to speech; well his real name is Jadem Giovani, but everyone calls him J.G. I wonder who will get reaped this year. The Reaping Bowl is surprisingly full, a lot of people must have taken tesserae this year.

"Now, the boys." says J.G excitedly.

"Windows Foresight!" exclaims J.G.

What!? I've only put my name in the Reaping Bowl five times, one for tesserae and the other four for each year. I can't be reaped; it must be a mistake.

No, I have been reaped, it's my job to go into the Hunger Games and give District 3 glory. Ciber Barrows won last year for District 3, why not get two victors in a row?

Hallow Hallas-15-District 3

That boy, Windows, is the smartest in the school, he always aces all the tests.

My body starts shaking, I'm guessing I'm going to get reaped. For some reason I can sort of know the future as well.

I'm a pretty weird girl, and telling the future is only one of my abilities. I don't feel pain and I don't show emotions either.

"Now for the girls!" shouts J.G.

He plunges his hand deep into the Reaping Bowl. My name is in six times.

"Hallow Hallas!" exclaims J.G joyfully.

I knew it, I knew I would get reaped.

I walk on stage showing no emotion.

"And here we have our tributes from District 3!" roars J.C.

We are led into the Justice Building to say our goodbyes. Well, for Windows to say goodbye, I have no friends and my family thinks I'm possessed by Satan.

Instead I look at my reflection in a silver mirror.

Dash Vickens-14-District 8

I wake up to the rattling of the closet door I was stuck in. It's Reaping Day.

Well at least I get to get out of the closet I've been stuck in for a week.

My parents lock me up in a closet for no reason what so ever, they only give me a loaf of bread that I have to make last for the entire period I'm in there. Well, it's District 8. The third poorest district after District 12 and District 6. I can't imagine what it would be like living there.

I gobble down the bread I have left and get ready to go to the Reaping. I don't change my clothes, no, not clothes, rags.

I can barely stop myself from having a panic attack when I think about the Reaping once more.

I'm clueless to what will happen if I get reaped. I would probably be dead from trauma before the games even began.

My mum pushes me into the front garden, or the pavement, I can't tell them apart, to wait for them to get dressed.

"Why did you give birth to me if you hate me!" I shout.

No reply.

I guess I should be happy I have protection, about a ninth of the population in District 8 are homeless.

As I sit down here, people walking by don't even bother to look. There are both children and adults sat on the street around me. People suffocate in the smoke our factories produce; the Peacekeepers remove the bodies. I've heard the screams of the families clinging on to their loved one's corpses.

A few minutes later, my parents walked out of the house. They walked right past me as if I wasn't there. They then headed in the direction of the square.

I guess I should follow them.

It starts raining heavily as I walk. I really hate this weather.

It's hailing by the time I get to the square, and everyone is shouting at our escort, Ashleen, to get on with the Reaping. She doesn't look happy either.

"Ok…" says Ashleen.

Everyone is shouting so barely anyone hears her.

"Be quiet and I'll get on with it!" shouts Ashleen.

Everyone goes quiet.

She stomps over to the boys Reaping Bowl and snatches a card from it.

"Dash Vickens!" she shouts.

Oh my God, she just said my name. I've been Reaped. I've actually been Reaped.

The crowd parts around me.

I slowly walk up to the stage, trembling as I go.

Half way there, I have a panic attack and collapsed on the floor. The Peacekeepers must have experience with this because they lift me off of the ground like I weigh nothing.

I can't get my self to move, so when I reach the stage the Peacekeepers just plonk me down sideways.

Blaine Ezra-16-District 8

That poor boy, I can't imagine him in the arena, he would probably get killed straight away, either by the mines or another tribute, he's so dead though, it's just sad.

"Now for the girls, I hope it's someone more useful then… him." Ashleen says, staring at Dash.

I glance at my younger sisters. Eden in the fourteens section is fine, but Rosie in the twelve's section is completely terrified. Rosie looks at me, I put a confident face on.

She's still terrified even though I've told her so many times she'll be fine. If she does get Reaped, I'll volunteer for her.

Then I look over at my eldest sibling, Zack. He's eighteen. He looks more relaxed then the other three of us, but still slightly worried.

Ashleen pulls out a card in the Reaping Bowl.

"Rosie Ezra!" she announces.

Oh my lord, no way is Rosie going into the Games.

"I volunteer as tribute!" I shout without thinking.

I walk onto the stage quickly. Behind me are two young girls screams, probably Eden and Rosie.

"What's your name?" Ashleen asks.

"Blaine Ezra" I reply.

I look over at my siblings. I can't seem to find Zack, but the Peacekeepers are trying to calm down my sisters.

Zack will have to look after Eden and Rosie whilst I'm gone, our parents got killed a few years ago. We were forced to take shelter in an abandoned warehouse with enough food to last us a long time. Zack and I built an area where we train for the games, we have a pretty good life for a person from District 8.

I am led and Dash is carried into the Justice Building.

I should be able to say goodbye to my siblings soon.

N/A Sorry for not updating for 5 days! I've been really busy.

Could someone submit a District 2 Male and a District 5 Female? It's basically a first come first serve now but I might be choosing.

So yeah, I've done half of the tributes I think.