Here are the first reapings - District 1. Since I have 8 tributes per district, I'll show 4 of them getting reaped, and 4 for goodbyes in the same chapter. Here goes nothing!

Goldstar MacQueen POV:

Reaping day. My first one.

Crap.

I wake up to a sunny day. I've never really noticed it before, but it seems to always be sunny on reaping day.

I go downstairs in my pajamas, because I haven't even seen my reaping outfit yet. Even if I had, I wouldn't want to get it dirty.

I put on a fake smile. No one has seen the real me under the friendly, sweet, innocent cover I put on every morning.

My mom is waiting at the table. She spends a lot of money on surgery, so I guess she wants to look blonde, big breasted, big lipped, and tan with no winkles. And I can tell - she's always looking in the mirror.

"Good morning, Goldstar! You look stunning this morning! Did you see? I got you a new stuffed animal and a few new books and toys last night."

"Good morning, Mom! Is Dad home?"

"No, he's away on business."

"Again?"

"You know he earns the money we need! If that's what he has to do to earn it, then so be it."

Yeah, I think, But I wish that he'd pay a little bit of attention to me!

I stomp into the living room. Sometimes I just want to rip my dad to shreds! I think I'll volunteer for the Games - maybe that'll get his attention!

"Goldstar, you really should shower! Your hair just gets so dirty!"

"All right!"

I don't care whether or not my hair is dirty, but I go and take a quick shower to get it overwith.

When I come out of the shower, I put on a fuzzy robe, and go in to the living room. Waiting for me is my reaping dress. It's beautiful!

In front of me is a light yellow sundress with green flowers sewn on, and matching white wedges. Energetically, I slip it over my head, only to find out that it is a little bit loose. Oh well.

When I go back into the kitchen, Mom's looking into her mirror again. "Mom!"

"Oh, Goldstar! You look beautiful! Here. Let me do your hair."

I sit in a chair, and brace myself as Mom begins to brush.

"Uch! Goldstar, how do you get your hair so tangled?"

After 30 minutes of struggling, we finally get my hair brushed and up in a braid. "There you go." Mom hands me her mirror. "Do you like it?"

I look at myself. My blond hair, normally dirty and tangled, is in a beautiful braid, and my blue eyes seem to have gold flecks in them.

"Oh, mom! It's perfect!"

"I'm glad you like it!"

I stand up to hug her. As I wrap my arms around her chest, I smell some sort of flowery perfume. That gives me an idea.

"Hey, Mom? Do we have any yellow flowers growing in our yard?"

"I'm not sure, but you can check. Why do you ask?"

20 minutes later, I'm standing in the 8-10 year old section in the town square. I found the perfect flower - the same shade of light yellow as my dress - washed it off, and stuck it in at the top of my braid.

This year, District 1 has the first reaping. We don't always have the first reaping, but that's just the way they did it this year.

Sugar Lee, my best friend, is on my left. She's really mature for her age, and she actually seems pretty nervous about this. My other friend, Velvet, is on my right. Velvet is just like a puppy dog. She's really sweet, and anything I ask her to do, she listens.

On the stage are our mayor, our escort, and 4 empty chairs, presumably for the mentors. How 4 mentors will handle 8 tributes, I don't know. Also, there is only one ball on stage - a big pink ball.

As the clock strikes 9, our mayor approaches the podium. He tells of the history of Panem - how it came into being, the Dark Days, and the result of them - the Hunger Games. Then, he reads a list of the previous victors of the Hunger Games. As he is doing so, our mentors mount the stage. First are Cashmere and Gloss. I remember my mom telling me about them! They won back-to-back Hunger Games a bunch of years ago, even before I was born.

Next is Vane Kilen. She was a career, and allied with them until the top 8, and then tried to kill the other Careers. She succeeded, except for the D2 male, and he escaped. So, Vane killed the other tributes, then tracked down the D2 male and killed him through the eyes. Nice.

Then is Sparkle. She won in the 78th Games, and is Cashmere and Gloss's little sister.

Last is Josan Lorenx. He's the cockiest mentor in Panem. He's nice, but he always brags.

Then, he introduces our mentor, Lila Louis. She has gold hair and eyes that look like diamonds. She is wearing a silvery dress and super-high heels. As usual, she says, "Happy Hunger Games! And may the odds be forever in your favor!"

Lila approaches the first bowl. "We will start with our younger ladies."

She reaches her hand in and draws the first name. She walks back to the podium, smooths out the paper, and reads the name. "Auden Walters!"

A little girl from the 5-year-old section bursts into tears. She tries to reach for her siblings, but a peacekeeper picks her up and brings her to the stage. The girl, Auden, I'm guessing, is literally trembling. Oh, well.

"Are there any volunteers?"

Cashmere rubs the girl's back, and, when nobody responds, Lila walks over to draw the second name. This time, I know I'll volunteer, just to get my dad's attention.

She reads the name from the second bowl. "Glimmer Lawrence!"

Another five-year-old bursts out crying. But, before she can take a step toward the stage, I yell out, "I volunteer!"

Greick Sheedor POV:

I watch as the little girl makes her way to the stage. Lila says, "What's your name, sweetie?"

"My name is Goldstar McQueen, and I am honored to be a part of the 100th Hunger Games."

Her voice is just overly sweet, and it makes me gag.

As she goes into a little speech, I think, I won't be reaped. But if I was, I won't worry at all! My dad won his games, so I'll win mine! Plus, I start training next year for the games, so that I'll definitely win, if I'm reaped.

"Why don't you go stand over there with Auden. There you go. Now, on to our younger male tributes."

The pink ball is rolled offstage and a blue one is rolled on.

She reaches her hand into the bowl and draws the first name. "Mars Pyrros!"

A little boy, maybe 8 or 9, shakily walks up to the stage. He has shortish blond hair and blue eyes, and his mouth is wide open.

"Any volunteers?"

You could hear a pin drop.

"All right, then! Onto our second tribute!"

She reaches her hand into the bowl again and draws the second name. "Greick Sheedor!"

DRAT!

Sparkle DeFontaine POV:

I watch as the boy makes his way to the stage. He has dirty blond hair and brown eyes. If he were older, I might actually think he was hot!

But all I can think about is my sister. Emerald is a career, and even though she will volunteer this year, she's so weak. I can't let her.

I take a lock of my hair and start to twirl it nervously.

As the boy steps back with the other tributes, the blue ball is rolled off the stage, and another pink one is brought on. "Now for our older girls."

Lila draws the first name. "Kayla Lawrence!"

Before anyone can do anything, a girl runs up to the stage. She's wearing a pair of basketball shorts, running shoes, and a form fitting shirt. Who wears that to reaping day?

"My name is Tyranny Bomber and I volunteer for the 100th hunger Games to continue the tradition of having victors in my family!"

"Well, we're happy to have you. Now, for our other tribute."

She draws the slip and reads the name. "Emerald DeFontaine."

NO! I can't let Emerald go into the games. I know what I have to do.

"I volunteer!"

Isaiah Barnabas POV:

As the girl walks up to the stage, I can't help but notice how beautiful she looks. The copper highlights in her blonde hair compliment her blue eyes amazingly. Her silver dress looks great with the red heels she's wearing.

But I won't care for her when I'm crowned king of the arena.

Yes, that's right. When I heard that there would be 96 tributes in the arena, I knew that that was President Snow's message that I would have to lead them.

This year, I will volunteer.

The final reaping ball, another blue one, is rolled onto the stage. The woman reaches in and pics out the first name. "Lapis Lazuli!"

Before anyone can do anything, a boy from the 18-year-old section walks up onto the stage. He has really dark hair, and brown eyes, and is wearing a blue sweatshirt. "I'm Nyx Heyton, and I will represent District 1 in this year's games."

"Great! Onto our second tribute!"

She reaches her hand in the bowl for the final time. "Onyx Lee!"

"I volunteer!"

Auden Walters POV:

A boy in a red jumpsuit walks up to the stage. He's also wearing a black cape, black cloves and some weird crown on his head. That doesn't do much for his brown hair and brown eyes!

"My name is Isaiah Barnabas, and I will be leader of the arena!"

"All right then," Lila says, "Lets have a round of applause for our tributes!"

Next, the mayor steps back up to the podium and starts to read the long Treaty of Treason. In the audience, though, I can see that many of the mothers are desperately trying to get to their kids, especially mothers with younger kids.

Then, the mayor motions for us to shake hands, which we do, with difficulty. Afterwards comes the anthem of Panem, and as the anthem ends, so does the ceremony.

All 8 of us are led into separate rooms in the Justice Building. First, my family comes into the room.

I have a lot of family. I have 3 brothers - Claudio, who's 23, Laurent, 19, and Antonion, 17 - and four older sisters - Devon, 21, Maya & Mia, 16-year-old twins, and Thalia, 12. But my parents pay the most attention to me!

"Oh, Auden! Please be careful!" my mom says.

"I'll be fine!"

Thalia says, "Will you take a token? Here. Take this locket. It has a picture of all of us in it."

"No, that's stupid. I won't take one."

Maya and Mia say, "Are you sure?" almost in one voice.

"Yes, I'm sure."

Suddenly, the Peacekeepers come in and take my family out. Oh, well. I'll be coming home.

Mars Pyrros POV:

I sit and wait patiently for my visitors. First to come are my parents.

My mom wraps her arms around me in a bear hug."Oh, Mars! I'll miss you so much!"

"I'll miss you, too, mom!"

My dad speaks next. "Mars. Remember what I told you while I was training you. Never underestimate people, and always try to find people's weaknesses. I have faith that you will come home."

"I love you, dad! If I never see you again, I want you to know that I've loved your training methods. And Mom, if I don't come home, have another child, OK?"

"All right, Mars."

Then, all too soon, the Peacekeepers come in, signaling our time is up. I hug my parents for what I suspect to be the last time.

Then I realize - I have no token.

Tyranny Bomber POV:

The first people to come into the room are my family. My mom, Rita, dad, Dred, and my brothers, all 4 of them. Carta, 23, Sean, 22, Nolan, 20, and Grant, 19.

"Tyranny! We are so proud of you," my mom says.

"Lil' sis, I know you'll win!" Grant adds energetically.

"Yeah, yeah."

"Here. I have something for you for your token, Tyranny."

"What is it, Dad?"

"Hold out your wrist."

I do so, and close my eyes. A few seconds later, I open them to see a new tattoo on my wrist. It says, "I am..."

"Wow. Thanks, Dad!"

"Tyranny. Whenever you're worried, or in trouble, just finish the sentence, OK?"

"All right."

Suddenly, a Peacekeeper enters the room, and escorts my family out.

Next, my friend Eric enters. "Hey, Tyranny."

"Hi, Eric. How goes that body building?"

"OK, I guess. I only have 10 lbs. of muscle."

"Wow!"

"Look, just... be careful out there for me, OK?"

"OK. I'll miss you!"

"Me too."

And with that, he leaves, my last taste of home.

Nyx Heyton POV:

I wait in the room as my family enters. Carson, my younger brother, jumps right onto my lap. He's only 5, and he really looks up to me.

"Oh, Nyx, you will come, home, right?"

"Of course, Carson. Why would there be any doubt? After all, I'm... Nyx Heyton, superhero!"

The sound of my mom's loud and annoying laugh fills the room. "Oh, Nyxie, you're so funny! Is there anything you want for a token?"

I roll my eyes.

My dad comes up to me. He trained me personally for the games.

"Nyx. I hope you know that I love you more than anything, and I really hope you come home. I will be missing a piece of my heart if you don't."

"Ill try, Dad."

"Oh, and try to stay away from anyone from D12."

See, my dad was actually an immigrant from 12, but only people in my immediate family know that.

"OK, Dad"

"I love you."

Then, a Peacekeeper is standing in the doorway. We all hug, and the last thing I hear Carson say is, "I love you, Nyx."

Another peacekeeper comes in, and the 8 of us are led out to the train station.

I wonder what the other tributes are bringing for tokens.

Goldstar is fingering a gold ring on her finger with a red stone in the center. It's probably her token.

Isaiah's still wearing that stupid crown. I guess he's bringing it as his token. He's waving to the crowd like a king and even making decrees like a king. That guy is crazy.

Sparkle is standing right next to me. I ask to see her token. It's... a pearl earring. "It was my mom's token when she won her games."

Aha.

Tyranny has her wrist plastered to her forehead. I guess her token is a bracelet or something but when she removes her hand, I see that it's a tattoo. Well, that's different.

The peacekeepers herd us onto the train, and I as look out the window, I watch District 1 go by for the last time.

So what do you think? Like the tributes? Thanks to Wobbe, Esse Quam Videri, Shkittles, ChainsAndWhipsExciteMe, frimil, PearyPants44, LoveIsBlindness, and DaughterofLyssa for submitting the D1 tributes. PLEASE KEEP SUBMITTING!

-Goldie031