Well, here are the District 3 and 4 Reapings.

Disclaimer: I don't own The Hunger Games.

Bellatrix Baratone stood outside in her backyard. She needed to get out of her house. All of her siblings were screaming there heads off about God knows what. And she has eleven siblings. Of course, they could all scream about God knows what because they didn't have to worry like Bellatrix did. Bellatrix was the only girl in the right age zone to be reaped. She had six sisters, ages nineteen, eleven, ten, eight, five, and three.

And of course, the boys didn't have to worry, not yet.

"Trixie, Trixie!" Bellatrix turned and saw her three year old sister Emilia running towards her.

"Hey, Lia," Bellatrix said.

"Is the Weaping today?" Emilia said.

"Yeah," Bellatrix said.

"Oh, no," Emilia said, pouting.

"Oh, don't worry about it, Lia, there's a lot of girls in District Three. I won't necessarily be reaped," Bellatrix said.

"Oh, okay," Emilia said, happy again. "Ooh, butterfly!" Emilia ran off after a butterfly. Bellatrix laughed at her sister. She was so easily entertained.

"Bellatrix," her mother called from inside the house.

"Yeah, mom?" Bellatrix called back.

"You better get back inside and get dressed, you don't have much time," she said.

"Okay, mom," Bellatrix said, and headed inside, taking one glance back at her sister, who was still preoccupied by the butterfly.


"Violet!" Bedina Notious called.

Violetstorm Downsider turned towards the sound and saw one of the people she hated the most.

"Vi! Oh my God, Vi!" Bedina called.

"Hi, Bedina," Violet said, sighing a bit as Bedina basically tackled her into a hug.

"Oh my gosh, are you as scared for the Reaping as I am?" Bedina asked.

"I don't think that's possible," Violet said, bored.

"Oh, I know. I'm pretty scared. In fact, I'm terrified. I don't want to reaped at all!"

"I'm sure you don't, Bedina."

"Oh, I don't. I'm sure you don't want to, either. Am I right? I must be right. Of course I'm right, there's no way you'd want to be reaped."

"No, Bedina, I do not want to be reaped."

"I was right. I knew you wouldn't want to be."

"Yes, Bedina, you were right."

"I know, I'm terrified, I can't believe this is happening…" Bedina went on for a while, but Violet wasn't listening anymore. She had learned how to tune out Bedina a long time ago. Bedina was one of those girls who would love to think that you were her best friend, when you really didn't want to be. She was incredibly clingy and talkative, and Violet wasn't fond of either of those traits. Yet somehow, Bedina had somehow become Violet's "bestie."

"…totally horrifying, right?" Bedina looked at Violet expectantly.

"Oh, uh, yeah," Violet said.

"I know right," Bedina said.

"Yeah, um listen Bedina, I have to, uh, go home and, uh, get dressed. Y'know, for the Reaping."

"Oh, yeah, of course. Well, maybe we'll might up at the Reaping?"

"Oh, yeah, maybe." Violet turned started walking than added under her breath, "Though it's highly doubtful."


"So, Zeta, ready for today?" Diode Trovos asked.

"Yeah, pretty much," Zeta replied.

"You sure," Diode's twin Whatt asked.

"Of course," Zeta said. "Besides, it's just the Reaping, it's not like I'm in the actual Games. Yet."

"Yeah, sure," Whatt said.

"Why are you guys so intent on making me nervous?" Zeta asked.

"We're not, we just want to make sure you're ready for today," Diode said.

"I'm fine guys. Seriously," Zeta said.

"Okay, then. Cya later, Zeta," Diode said, and Whatt and he left.

Zeta thought about it. She really wasn't nervous about the Reaping. If she was reaped, she was reaped. She couldn't change it.

She thought about it. If she was in the Games, she might actually win in a clever way, not just using brute force to kill everyone. That was the one thing she absolutely hated about the Games. No one ever really planned anything out. It was always some Career that just beat the crap out of everyone to win. No one was ever clever with their strategies.

That was her strategy. She'd use her wits if she was put into the Games, not just her strength, which she sadly lacked. She'd plan carefully, come up with a fool proof plan.

She got off of the couch she was sitting on and headed to her room. The Reaping would start soon, and she had to get dressed up for the occasion.


Magnum Fierce sat in her living room talking to her best friend Oceana Strazic.

"Maudi is intent on volunteering for the Games," Oceana said.

"You're kidding," Magnum said.

"Yeah. She's sure she can win," Oceana said.

"Doesn't Maudi realize that she's four, and you have to be twelve to be in the Games?"

"Not yet," Oceana said. Magnum smiled. Maudi was Oceana's little sister who was already all too confident in everything she does.

"Yeah, mom's not too happy that she already wants volunteer," Oceana said.

"I wouldn't be," Magnum said. "Hopefully, as she gets older, she'll realize that the Games aren't all they're cracked up to be. I realized that almost instantaneously."

Oceana laughed. "Yeah."

"So," Magnum started when Oceana finished laughing, "you nervous for today?"

Oceana shrugged. "I don't know. I guess. I mean, who isn't? You?"

"Same as you. I haven't been reaped yet," Magnum said.

"No, really," Oceana said sarcastically.

Magnum smirked.

"Holy! Geez, we have to be at the Reapings in fifteen minutes, and we're not even dressed yet!" Oceana cried.

"Oh, crap!" Magnum said, running after Oceana who was already half-way up the stairs to Magnum's room.


Violet gazed at the long line in front of her. She had been in line for at least ten minutes, and it seemed like she was getting nowhere. How many girls ages 12-18 were there in District Three?

She sighed in relief when the line moved. Thank God. And again when it moved a second time. Finally, they were picking up the pace. At last, Violet reached the front. She registered and waded her way through the crowd to the other sixteen year olds, looking around carefully to make sure Bedina was nowhere in sight, and waited for the registration to end and the Reaping to begin.

After another five or so minutes, Jadica Coseling came up on stage, and started talking of why we everyone was there today. She talked on and on about the first rebellion, and the four girls that caused this Games, but finally, she was finished, and she walked to the clear bowl of tribute names. She quickly drew a name out (she wasn't one for theatrics.) "Zeta Trovos!"

A black haired seventeen year old girl came forward. She approached the stage coolly, looking pretty confident. Jadica nodded at the girl, and then grabbed another name. "Magnum Fierce!"

A girl with dyed orange hair and green eyes came out of the fifteen year old station. She looked shocked, but it seemed she was trying her hardest to hide it. She stood onstage next to Zeta, still struggling to keep her emotions hidden. Jadica gave a nod to Magnum as well, then pulled out a slip. "Bellatrix Baratone!"

Bellatrix was a seventeen year old girl with incredibly long brown hair and gray eyes to the stage. She really didn't show any emotion. She earned another nod from Jadica, who immediately after grabbed the last tribute slip. "Violetstorm Downsider!"

Violet breathed in sharply and raised her eyebrows, but that was it. She walked forward quietly and calmly. She heard someone muttering nervously to her right and turned to see Bedina looking at her like she herself was the one going into the Games. Violet turned her head so Bedina wouldn't the smirk that was playing on her lips. Violet made it to the stage and got a nod from Jadica. Jadica then approached the microphone, and re-said everyone's name, before having them all shake hands and they were escorted away.


"So," Ariel Garelli started, "you gonna volunteer?"

"No, probably not," Rowan Chamberlain said. "I've been training, sure, but I just been doing that in case I was reaped."

"Okay," Ariel said.

Rowan and Ariel sat in silence for a while. There wasn't much to talk about. Well, I guess there was, but with the Reaping looming right in front of them, it was hard to think about anything else, but neither of them really wanted to talk that much about it.

Rowan thought about (what else) the Reaping. She wasn't scared for them. She had been training, though it was in secret. And either way, she didn't hate the Hunger Games. She didn't love them, though. She was pretty much impassive about them.

"You'd be good in the Games, I'm sure," Ariel said.

"Thanks," Rowan said. Ariel nodded. Rowan thought about it. Perhaps she would be good in the Games.

"Well, I better get home, Rowan," Ariel said. "Got to get ready, you know." Rowan nodded, and Ariel turned and left.

"See you at the Reaping!" Rowan called after her, and she heard a "See ya" then she knew Ariel was gone, leaving Rowan alone. She sat there for a moment, then sighed, and got up, heading for the door. She left her house and headed out back. She got to her normal place, then started some last minute training. She couldn't go to the training center, it was too risky on Reaping Day. Too many people would have the same idea as herself.

She had some supplies out here for her training. She usually practiced sword work on an old dead tree, and would hunt with her bow and arrow, and every so often do something with her throwing knives, though she had pretty much mastered those. She decided on the tree and grabbed her sword and started working.


Aquamarine Cwallie had left her house in the early hours of the morning and stood in front of the sea. That's where she usually was when she needed to think straight. Water always took her mind off of things.

It was now bright outside, and her parents were doubtlessly awake, but this wasn't the first time Aquamarine had disappeared in the morning. As long as she left a note, and was back before noon, to at least check in, her parents agreed not to worry too much about her.

Aquamarine sighed. She would probably have to head back soon. The Reaping was looming ominously in the near future. She thought about it. A lot of pressure was being held on District Four, because of Helaina Crosswile. The Capitol was incredibly angry, but at Four, Six, Eight, and Ten in particular, because of the rebels. The Games would probably be rigged in their disadvantage.

Aquamarine stood and turned her back on the sea. She started her short journey home.

"You're home early," her mother said, who was sitting at the kitchen table,, when she got in.

"It's Reaping Day," Aquamarine said, as she headed up the stairs to her room. When she got there, she walked to her bedside table and opened a small box that sat there. She pulled out a necklace with a tiny aquamarine stone on it. She put it around her neck. She then walked to her closet and pulled out a turquoise dress. It was the only dress she owned. She out it on, and the tucked the end of the necklace underneath the fabric. She proceeded back down the stairs.

"Oh, don't you look nice," her mother said.

"Thanks," Aquamarine said.

Her mother nodded.

"I'm gonna head out," Aquamarine said.

"Really, you still have fifteen minutes," her mother said, looking at her watch.

"Yeah, well, it helps to be there early. You know, so you don't have to wait in line so long," Aquamarine replied.

"Oh, okay," her mother said, and Aquamarine headed out the door.


Alexandra Carlyle stood with the other Careers training her heart out.

"You going to volunteer, Alexandra?" Mita Score, a fellow Career, asked.

"No, I'm going to wait until I'm eighteen," Alexandra said.

"Oh, really?" Mita asked.

"Yeah," Alexandra said. "I'll be perfect by then, so there'll be no way I'll lose."

"Whatever," Mita said, turning back to the dummy she was slashing apart. Alexandra grabbed her spear and started throwing it at just about everything that wasn't alive. Even though she wouldn't have cared all that much if she did hit someone. She was paying so much attention to her intense training that she barely noticed all the other Careers were disappearing.

"Hey, Alexandra, you coming?" Mita asked.

"What?" Alexandra asked, jarred out of her training.

"If you keep training, you're going to miss the actual Reaping," Mita said.

"Oh. Oh, right," Alexandra said, putting away her spear. "Right." Alexandra followed Mita out of the training center, then turned. She had to get home. She was incredibly sweaty, and she still had to change.

Her house wasn't far from the training and she was home in minutes. Her father was in the living room when she got in.

"Were you training?" he asked.

"Of course," Alexandra said.

"Good," he said. "How are you doing?"

"Great, as usual," she replied.

"Good," her father repeated.

"Gotta get dressed," she said.

"Okay," he said, and Alexandra went up to her room.


Storm Ocean Star stood at the bottom of the stairs waiting for her sister's Lily and Dawn to get finished getting dressed. They had ten minutes to get to the Reaping, and Lily and Dawn had been getting dressed for about an hour now.

"What are you guys doing up there?" Storm asked, amazed at how long they were taking.

"Getting dressed!" Lily called back.

"Have you forgotten how?" Storm asked.

"No!" Dawn cried.

"Then how could it possibly be taking you so long?" Storm called. No reply came. Instead, the door finally opened.

"Are you happy now?" Lily asked.

"Yeah, a little bit," Storm said. "Now, c'mon. We have to get to the Reaping."

Lily and Dawn came quickly down the stairs, and followed Storm out the door.

"Hey, Storm," Maria-Clara Litwick called.

"Hey, Claire," Storm said. "Sorry we took so long. These two seemed to think that getting dressed took rocket science knowledge."

Lily and Dawn rolled her eyes, while Claire giggled.

"C'mon, we better hurry," Claire said, taking off. Storm and her sisters followed after. It took them about five minutes to get to the District Square. They saw that the line was pretty short. If they had shown up any later, they might've been too late. They all four got in line, and it didn't take too long for them to get registered. Claire went off to the fifteen year old station, Storm to the fourteen year old station, and Lily and Dawn to the twelve year old station. The Reapings were about to begin.


Alexandra Carlyle stood with the rest of the seventeen year olds with her head held high. Sea Donnell had just finished her talk about the rebellion and was pulling out the first name. "Aquamarine Cwallie."

A short fourteen year old, caramel haired girl came up looking sad and defeated already. It was pretty pathetic. She didn't cry, and she did come up willingly though, so she was hopeless. Sea Donnell smiled kindly at the girl, who stood up onstage, slightly behind Sea. Sea asked for volunteers, and surprisingly, no one said anything. Sea quickly drew the next name. "Lily Star!"

A small twelve year old came up looking terrified. She had almost reached the stage when all of a sudden a cry broke out. "Lily! NO! I volunteer! I volunteer!" they screamed. They didn't even wait for Sea to ask for volunteers. Another fourteen year old was taken to the stage. She had long wavy dark brown hair and was rather pale.

"Well, what is your name?" Sea asked when the girl got to her.

"St-Storm Ocean Star," the brunette said.

"So, was that your sister," Sea asked curiously. Storm nodded.

"Well, isn't she lucky to have such a kind sister," Sea said. Storm did nothing. Sea shrugged and moved back to the tribute bowl, and grabbed another slip. "Ariel Garelli!"

A sixteen year old girl broke free of the crowd and walked to the stage with a look of shock on her face. Sea smiled at her.

"Do we have any volunteers?" Sea asked. It was silent for a moment.

"Me! Me! I do!" Someone called out, breaking the silence. Another sixteen year old girl came out of the crowd and ran to the front. She had brown curly hair and green eyes. Ariel shook her head at the girl, and mouthed the word 'no', but the girl only yelled louder. Ariel was finally escorted back, and the other girl stood onstage confidently.

"What is your name?" Sea asked the girl.

"Rowan Chamberlain," the girl said.

"Did you know Ariel?" Sea asked.

"Yes. She's my friend," Rowan said.

"Oh, how nice of you," Sea said, before turning back to the bowl and picking out the final tribute slip. "Alexandra Carlyle!"

Alexandra stood frozen for a minute, then smirked. She didn't mind. So she wouldn't have to volunteer when she's eighteen. Whatever, the sooner, the better. She walked up calmly and confidently.

"Do we have any volunteers?" Sea asked.

"No!" Alexandra said. "No volunteers."

"Alright then," Sea said.

They all shook hands, and left the stage.

Well, there you go. I hoped you liked it.