David "Dave" Rodriguez-18-trained

I couldn't help but glance at Bianca, and watch her display her skills in archery. Her curls of brown hair bounced of her as she crouched and dodged with ease. Each target was soon occupied with an arrow close to the centre, and Bianca seemed to have satisfied some onlookers. Noticing me, she blushed and turned to face me standing at the sword section, I returned the expression and acted as though I was looking round the room, we both know I clearly wasn't.

While my brother was here any contact me and B had was awkward or embarrassed, since the scene he caused when telling me she was a distraction. For almost 3 years we have had to keep everything low-key and make sure any contact was untraceable, not like how it used to be.

But there was no time for Bianca, today was my year to volunteer and I need to pick up on the strongest partner. I scoured the room in searched for someone who seemed to impress the onlookers who always gather at the training centre before the reaping. My attention was caught just before everyone else's by a screaming pair at the hand-to-hand combat, a girl who was well known for being the most arrogant person in the centre of careers was torturing, some poor girl. However much I need a strong partner, I don't think I'm going to be bringing that back home with me.

Not wanting to be caught in the closing rush I headed out to the huge shutter panels that let sunlight stream in, slashing the sword effortlessly at dummies, and tearing limbs of without any attention at all. My brother had gone off with the other victors, for ' formal preparative measures'-basically being told to stay in line by the escort-so I had no trainer for the rest of this morning.

I found a still moment once I had wandered into my shaded room, my thoughts were surprisingly calm considering all that is coming; the calm before the storm.

"And now for our last boy, our 5th tribute!" all the way through the reaping my thoughts had started to go at full speed, and B's row was only two back from mine, so my I had no chance of paying attention to everything else. I was nearing to shout the famous two words that sum up a career, when I was surprised by hearing my own name, being blasted through the well decorated town square.

Shame really, people don't know that I'm here to win, and careers are those who the sponsors fall for. But since I was seven I've known that I will be crowned victor, and every day has been another step toward it.

Bianca "B" Tallmwood-16-trained

The spectators were clearly impressed, while each arrow might not of hit dead on centre they were being sent out in a flurry, I added some dodges and manoeuvres for extra points, I could go on to the games now and stand a good chance of winning, but I've got two years to make sure that I win certainly.

Once everyone's gazes had left me I caught one boy in the corner of my eye, David. I tried to give him an undermining look but I couldn't help but fell embarrassed by him, I our fragmented contact now meant that we always seemed to be smirking and throwing insults at each other. It was all fun and I won every time so I was good with it.

The training centre was too crowded so I went to a quieter zone till most of the people had left to get dressed. I studied heavy brown books full of every :mutt ever seen, plant spotted in Panem and weapon ever recorded. The Book of mutts had a few sights that still accommodated themselves in District four right now. Like small shelled beetles that were used to get into houses and attach themselves onto you , and burrow themselves in ,or long see-through fish that had teeth of thousands of needles and demolished fish stocks. Satisfied I left and decided to touch up on my throwing,

Once home I wore something that spelt out District four: a light blue dress that shimmered and danced in the wind .I had to trot at some pace to get to the reapings, I had got carried away with my Throwing and had to rush now.

The peace keepers didn't seem too bothered by my lateness as two of the tributes were already on the stage. But being a district that loved the reapings there wasn't exactly a clamp down on absence so I easily kept into the front line for the 16 year olds without any disturbances.

The second pair were both really surprising, we had District fours first reaped tribute for 62 years and our first ever volunteer below figures are about as useful as looking good to sponsors so the next pair will have to try hard to get noticed.

Our escort was ready for the last pair, he defiantly wasn't as enthusiastic as he first was "And now for our last boy, our 5th tribute!" his voice was somewhat slowed compared to his fast pace accent." David Rodriguez" whoa, wait this is his year, his18th birthday wasn't so long ago so this was coming, well good look to him. His approached to the stage was the only one that had any resemblance of cheer on it.

"And finally our last tribute, Sh-"

"I volunteer!" My scream had seemed to come out of my mouth before my brain had thought of the idea to go in with Dave, to work together as a trusted force, and to see him again smiling instead of smirking.

The cold couple weren't going to be coming home, we were.

So that's the reapings finished, I'm not going to be doing goodbyes and because of the quell there's going to be a different layout of train rides and interviews ectr. because it will be shorter with only 6 tributes.

,10's tribute