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If your tribute POV is shorter, that's probably because you didn't give me much information.

District 2 Reapings

Ruben Hadley (18)

When I wake up, I start getting dressed. I'm excited; I'm volunteering today. The glossy poster of my uncle shines in the light. Cato. The boy who almost won the 74th Hunger Games. But he had to die. And then the second rebellion happened and half my family died. I will have revenge.

People say I look just like him. I guess I do. My hair's a little lighter, but other than that, everything's the same.

I go downstairs to my private training center. All it has is a dummy and two targets, three knives and a short sword. It's just for days when I'm unable to go to the training center. Like today.

I just have time to throw a few knives before my mother calls me to breakfast. My father and four brothers are already at the table. My brothers, another reason I want to win. I'm the third child in a family of five boys. Generally I'm out shined by my two older brothers and when I was younger, out cuted by my younger brothers. But the glory will be mine.

We walk down to the reaping. My younger brothers, Tiberius and Glory, go to the fifteen year old section and the thirteen year old section.

After the boring video, we move on to the reaping. Three girls are called/volunteered, but I pay no attention. I barely know any girls and the ones I know, I'm not close to.

Finally the boys. Before our escort, Jojo, reads out the name, I call, "I volunteer!"

Jojo squeals, obviously he's overjoyed at a volunteer. He moves on to read the rest of the boys and I look confidently out at the crowd. I'm ready to win.

Carter Redfield (18)

I wake up to the crying of my baby daughter, Claire. Even she knows the dangers of reaping day. I go to comfort her, but my girlfriend, Kat, is already there. I kiss her good morning and go to make breakfast. I set out some food that I took from the restaurant where I work.

We eat it gratefully then get dressed for the reaping. Yes, we still can be reaped. Both of us, the same year, to leave poor Claire alone. Luckily this is my last year, so if I make it through, Claire will at least surely have someone to take care of her.

We walk to the reaping, bringing Claire with us. Our kind neighbor holds her for us while we make it to our sections. I hold my breath during the female reapings and breathe a sigh of relief when Kat isn't reaped. Then they move on to the male reapings. A boy my age volunteers immediately, his blond hair and blue eyes contrasting my brown hair and green eyes.

I almost don't notice when the next name is called.

"Carter Redfield! Is there a Carter out there?"

I make my way shakily to the stage. When I look out to the crowd and no one volunteers, I'm filled with despair. Kat has fainted and Claire's wails pierce the silent air.

Feroze Brian (18)

I walk home with my sister, Victorious, and my girlfriend, Princess. We've just finished the day's training and we need to go home to get ready for the reaping. Victorious is only seven and she's just started training. Princess was sort of her mentor.

I met Princess because we were the most popular kids in the training center. We're volunteering together this year, because a girl and a boy can come home.

We separate at a fork in the road, Princess to her house and Victorious and me to ours. But before we go, Princess reaches up to kiss me. She always does this. Generally I accept it, but today I'm preoccupied and there's no reason to kiss if no one is here to make sure word gets around, making me more popular. Besides, I don't need simple children's popularity anymore. I'm on my way to fame and fortune.

Mother and Father fuss over us when we get home. Winner rolls his eyes. He was the first victor after the second rebellion. He also thinks that he's more important than us, because he's always been first. Well guess what? We live in a district full our twos. And I'll be the second victor in our family who comes home in a pair. (With a girl, of course) And no one will think of him when I win the Games of the century.

We eat breakfast and head to the square. I force my way to the front of the eighteen year old section. The girls go and I ready myself to volunteer second. A boy volunteers and I watch him climb up the stairs to the platform.

I daydream about him helping me kill off tributes. Then I imagine the career pack separation and I imagine my mace crashing into the side of his face as my sword pierces his stomach.

"And now for our final tribute!" our escort shouts out.

My mind goes blank as our escort digs around in the bowl. I realize I've missed my chance to be the perfect number two. But I can't miss my last chance to show up Winner.

"I VOLUNTEER!" I shout out.

I smugly look up at Winner, sitting on the stage, not even good enough to be a mentor. He glares at me, the fury in his eyes burning a hole through me.

I feel no shame or concern or even humanity at that moment. I'm ready to kill.

Princess Starlit (18)

Feroze and I get Victorious (his sister) and begin our walk home. We talk about the Games and how we're volunteering soon. So soon. We decided to do it this year, because we can go home together.

We reach the fork in the road where we have to separate. I reach up to kiss him like I always do at this point. He pushes me away. I watch him walk toward his house and I feel like a cold knife has gone through me. What's wrong with him today? He didn't even explain. Maybe he's just worried about volunteering.

At home, I brush my wavy blond hair and put on a pink dress. People say I look like I come from District 1. I put a small beret with a little pink bow in my hair. I'm strategizing already. It's better to look younger, so no one will go after me at first.

As I put on mascara, I notice that my baby blue eyes still match my feelings. I can't shake off what happened earlier. Nevertheless, I smile a big, fake smile and head downstairs.

My sister, Aurora, waits for me. She's basically me in miniature. Her slightly shorter wavy blond hair bounces as she jumps up and down, excited for her first reaping. She knows she won't be reaped, I will volunteer for her this year if she is, but she's a bloodthirsty little tribute and I have no doubt she'll win someday.

Halfway through breakfast, Aurora jumps up from the table and runs to her room, saying she forgot something. When she comes back in, she hands me a little box. There's a ring in it, gold with blue diamonds. I put it on immediately and promise to wear it in the Games.

I guess I should mention that I don't care much for anyone. Other than Aurora, my parents, and Feroze that is. I feel like I'd fall apart without them. The ring is a comforting weight on my finger. It will help me through the Games, I know it.

We head to the square and I flash a last smile at Aurora. I look for Feroze and find him in the crowd. I try to catch his eye, but he seems to not be looking for me at all. I guess he's just nervous. His brother was a victor after all.

After the video, two girls immediately volunteer. I feel better, knowing that Aurora will have more time to train and volunteer after the second girl introduces herself.

"What's your name?" our escort positively squeals.

"Princess Starlit," I say firmly, but I'm distracted, trying to catch Feroze's eye again. Here I am on the stage, yet he still won't look at me. I'm starting to get a little concerned.

A boy volunteers, then a boy is reaped, but no one volunteers. I look at Feroze who looks furious when he realizes he missed the second boy's reaping. He volunteers and joins the group on the stage.

We all shake hands. When Feroze and I shake hands, he finally makes eye contact. He smiles as he looks at me, but it's not his usual smile. It's nothing anyone else would realize if they saw it, but it sends chills up my spine.

Asami Nakagawa (17)

I pin my long, straight, black hair back with jade colored pins. They match the jade necklace that was passed down to me from generations ago. My dress is also jade. I felt like going with one color today. I have to look nice of course, it's reaping day after all.

I'm volunteering today. It's a shame that a boy will come with me when I win. Immature little jerks. I would rather win on my own. Whatever. A boy and a girl can win. That doesn't mean I won't kill him at the last second.

I walk downstairs, flouncing a little with self pride in my flowing dress. Anyone who thinks they will beat me will answer to my knife.

My mother calls good morning to me in our special language. I'm not completely sure where it comes from.

We eat a quick breakfast then I walk outside to our yard before heading to the square.

A boy, Ian, waves to me as he passes and calls out a greeting. I flip my hair and turn away. Ian is the most boyish boy I know. He treats girls like servants. He's the main reason I hate boys. But I don't need them anyway. I half hope he'll volunteer, so I can kill him. I abandon my fantasy and follow my parents to the reaping.

Halfway there, a girl, Rosetta, calls to me. She says she hopes I die in the Games.

I call back easily to her, "Why? So there's one less person to beat you? Don't worry, a twelve year old will come along and fill my spot."

She stutters a response, but I've moved on.

I stand anxiously in the square during the video. Finally, we begin.

"And our first District 2 tribute is..."

"I VOLUNTEER!" my call rings through the silent square as I walk up.

Nerissa (Neri) Gallard (18)

"NERI!" my sister, Estelle, yells to wake me up. Not the most glorious way to be awoken on my big day. Reaping Day. Time to volunteer. Estelle is 16, just a little baby. And she's awful at training.

I've also got a twin brother, Cyrano. He's mediocre at training. Basically, I'm the star of my family.

Cyrano and I are pretty much polar opposites. I'm loud, pretty (with short, curly, brown hair and big brown eyes), smart, good at training, and as far from single as you can get. (I have a boyfriend, Elon.) Cyrano is quiet, ugly (his features have never been right), stupid, bad at training (well, I guess he's okay), and single. He has no friends and I constantly have to stick up for him at school. Not that I have time for that anyway.

I get dressed in a gold, sparkly dress that majorly outlines my figure and add a pin with my family crest on it. I walk with Cyrano and Estelle to the square. They sign in, shaking slightly. I sign in and excitedly walk to my section.

They play the endless video and immediately, a girl volunteers. I volunteer right after her. I introduce myself and flash a whiter than white grin at the cameras. The pin glints on my dress.

The last girl volunteers. Her name is Princess (stupid, right?) and she's perfect in every feature. Ugh! I just have to try so hard and someone just whips out of nowhere, looking perfectly like a damsel in distress while being brave at the same time. Stupid girl! There's no way she'll win, just watch.

Thanks for your tributes. Any more would be appreciated!

-TheUglyDuckling492