Granite Draxler, 18, District 1

"Just remember, son: you need to impress the gamemakers. You're a muscular boy; you don't have the option of playing the weakling. If you get a bad score, you'll look like a pretty face who lifts weights in his spare time to impress girls." I snort so hard that the sword nearly drops to the ground. My father shoves me roughly, and I return to hitting at the dummy which is swinging in front of me; my father circles us both.

"Use the side of the sword! This is the games. You want to kill, not injure!" I swivel the sword and slice the dummy in two. "That's what I want to see!" he roars, clapping my back. I stare at the legs of the dummy, rolling around on the floor. "Sit," he commands, pointing at a old chair in the corner of the room. I sit in it. "In the games, you must form alliances. I recommend the careers. They'll have your back but be prepared to turn on them at any moment. Hit it up with the ladies. Capitol women are very easily persuaded by a smile and a pair of biceps. Mostly, make the most of it. We didn't have such opportunities when I was your age. Enjoy yourself." He flashes me a smile. "Now, go get changed for the reaping. Actually, have a shower first; You don't want peoples first impression of you to be that of the boy with bad hygiene!" I grinn at him and went up to shower.

As I soap off, I allow myself to think of what it will be like to be in the arena. There will be killing- that will be fun. I've never killed anyone before, except dummies and training human-mutts. There will be hunger- not so fun. But hopefully I will be reigning over the cornucopia with the other careers, so that won't be an issue. Then, there will be all the other tributes. "Don't get too attached. Friend one day, corpse the next," my father told me. I know the ladies love me, but I won't let that get in the way of me winning.

As a thought floats into my mind, I curse. There are about three girls I'm supposed to be accompanying to the reaping. Ah well- I'll just ditch them. I have more important things to think about and, besides, it's not as if I'm ever going to see any of them again until I am a victor, and then they won't dare go anywhere near me.

In the corner of the bathtub, There is an enormous daddy long legs. I groan- I'll never have to deal with this in the capitol. I unhook the shower head and point it at the spider. It curls up in a ball. and spirals towards the plug. Life and death are so easy; is this what it would be like to be a gamemaker? To have fragile lives at your mercy? I wish I could work in the capitol- but the closest I was getting began today.

I clamber out of the shower, knot a towel around my groin, and allow my thoughts to wander to my victory. I will be crowned, and my father will be proud; so proud. This is what he has been pushing me towards since Mother's death.

My mother died giving birth to my baby sister. A life for a life, you might think, but my sister died hours later, nameless. In my darkest moments, the question creeps up on me: why couldn't they be satisfied with one child?

I look, with a pang at my heart, at the un-made bed. Would there be a fresh set of reaping clothes, lovingly made by my mother? Would she be happy with me volunteering? It's what I want; to kill, to win; but was it my decision? I suppose my father was the driving force behind my decision... I change into a clean shirt and trousers that aren't jeans, and set off towards the reaping. I meet up with Topaz, my friend from training.

"So, big day!"

"Yeah," I reply.

"Aren't you supposed to be meeting... Lauren? Was that her name?"

"Probably. There were a few others as well, but I decided I have bigger things to worry about."

"Georgina was saying something..."

"Hmmm... I think that was last week. Anyway, too late now, look, we're here," I say, pointing to the square.

Suddenly Topaz hugged me. "Dude, I know we're having an 'I'll miss wu fowever and ever' moment," I drawl, pushing him away, "but don't do that. It's soppy. Plus, I'll see you after the reaping anyway."

"Ok. See you then."

"See you then."

Terra Cantrell, 15, District 2

"Terra?" asks Eri, sucking her thumb where the peacekeepers pricked it a minute ago.

"Mm hmm?" I mumble as we head towards the "fifteen year-old girls" section.

"You're going to volunteer, aren't you?"

"Yep," I reply, untroubled, striding confidently to the front of my section so I can make a run for the stage.

"Why?"

"I dunno... I guess it just gives me a good vibe. They're... fascinating. I reckon you see people's life story by watching them die and realise all the things they never accomplished."

"I guess. I'll miss you, though."

I scowl at her. "Charming."

"Whilst you're in the games! Whilst you're in the games! I'll see you when you come home. As will George James," she grinned, nudging me."

"Urgh! For the last time, I don't like him."

"You so do."

I open my mouth to retaliate, but just then, Hibune Abaroa, our escort, taps the microphone. "Hello? Hello, everyone! I can see you are all excited for the reaping, but, first, we must appreciate why we are all here..." I zone out, and scan the crowds for Claspio, my younger brother. I spot his spikey hair brown hair (similar in shade to mine), and see that he is looking for me too. I cough loudly to catch his attention as Hibune cries,"... and obliterated the thirteenth!" (She is really getting into this). His head flicks in my direction, and I give him a thumbs up. He beams at me nervously and turns back to Hibune. At 12, this is his first reaping; Mother never let him go before. Father died when he was working as a peacekeeper. It was a noble death; there was no way I'd have preferred him to die.

I tug at the skirt of my reaping dress. When will this speech end? I surreptitiously get ready to sprint.

After what seems like hours, Hibune totters over to the girl's bowl, her green afro brushing the peacekeepers in the face. "Our female tribute for this year is..." she struggles to unfold the scrap of paper. "Anna-" I don't wait for her to finish. "I volunteer as tribute!" I scream at the top of my lungs. Unfortunately, so does another girl from the 18 year old section. We both sprint towards the stage. She is ahead of me; so, like the mature person I am, I stick my boot in front of her legs. She falls flat on her face, and I hear her nose break. I bolt up onto the stage. "Hello, I am Terra Cantrell and I am your female tribute this year!" Cheers echo around the square. I wave at them triumphantly, already feeling like a victor.

Hi guys,

So a few of you have asked me to do multiple POVs a chapter. In the games, I will hopefully do 3-4 but right now I'll stick to 2-3 so you can really get to know each tribute.

Also, I have had a request for alliances, which I think is a great idea. Tomorrow, I'll post a list on my page with all the personalities (If you are particularly against your tribute being put up, please PM or review!). I will post any requests there and, again, please respond by PM or review.

Keep reading!

Hermy xxx