It's been a while, I guess? Truth is that this chapter has been finished for a while. I was just too lazy to upload it. The reapings are going at such a slow pace.

Marie Scire, D5F, 17

"I'll see you at the reaping!" I shout to my parents and brother as I race down the stairs.

I am wearing that plain white dress that my mom had bought me. It's quite a refreshing look for me, I usually wear bright and colourful shirts and jeans as well as the occasional party dress. I can say that it matches my skin really nice. I have this sort of pale skin all my life. It isn't too pale though just paler than most of the people in the district. The best thing is that it makes my dark, brown hair standout along with my dark green eyes.

I stare at myself at the mirror, which was near the door to go outside. I must say; I look really good. Most of the people in my district are really smart but I don't have much of the smarts that my brother got from our parents. It doesn't matter, I'm still somewhat popular amongst my peers. Maybe because it's my outgoing personality and how I always strive to do the good things.

Yeah, that's it. I may not be smart but at least I care about people. This is why I'm not too fond of the Hunger Games. It's cruel and merciless although I would've figured that the so called 'career' districts would be dominating the victor pool they're not. It seems that people from all sorts of districts are winning left and right. This must frustrate them to no end.

I was about to open the door when my brother stopped me. I turn to look at him all dressed up for the reaping today as well. He isn't that much younger than me; he's only fourteen but is nearly as smart as most adults.

I open my mouth to ask him what he wants but I am stopped when my mother calls out from the kitchen.

"Marie!" She shouts then her head appears from the doorway. "Are you leaving already?"

"Yes mom." I say before opening the door. I didn't bother hearing what comes after that. I'm sure that whatever it was its probably irrelevant for the moment.

When I step outside I focus my eyes to the street. The buildings in this district are built up nice and tall. Various forms of electricity production can be seen literally everywhere. Power plants in the far off distance can be seen beside the windfarms. A great big Dam can be seen if your vision is greater than that. I know that there's solar panels on every rooftop in the houses where I live.

I stop thinking about my district now and begin to walk to the square. As I pass by other people I can sense a general sadness in the air. There always is during this time of the year. Twenty three children are going to die this year like it has been for decades.

Just thinking about it depresses me to no end. I sigh as I begin to enter the square then start to line up for registration. I give them my arm as I scan the crowds for the people that I know. I see some of them in the seventeen year old section as I felt the prick in my finger.

I nurse the minor injury as I make my way to the said area. I see my best friend, Tilly, make her way to me, silently pushing her way through the other girls to finally reach me. She gives me a small smile and I return it with my own.

"You look great!" I say and admire her clothes.

"Thanks." She smiles again, only this time I can see a sort of red appearing from her cheeks. She gets embarrassed far too quickly.

I look to see the boy section and see my brother talking to some of his friends. He seems to be much more relaxed now that he is with friends. I'm glad for him.

I turn my attention to the stage now as the mayor begins his speech on something. I never really listened to it as much as I did when I was twelve but all I know is that it is sort of like how the districts are punished for their rebellion and whatnot.

After he finishes with his last line the door to the Justice building opens and out comes the only living victor of district five: Warren Quark. I've never seen him out and about district five. He's always either in his house in the victor's village or he is whisked away to the Capitol for parties.

That must be such a life. Forever trapped in an endless cycle of mentoring children that then die.

I see him take a seat beside the mayor who then shake his hand once more. I'm guessing they don't really contact each other very much in the district. I don't think anyone would.

The person that follows him looks ridiculous. He must be the escort. I glance to the side and see Tilly tilt her head to one side, a thing she always does when she's either confused or interested in the subject at hand.

I start to giggle before covering my hand with my hand so that I don't get noticed by the peacekeepers and that sort of set Tilly too as she did the same as me. I mean he looks ridiculous in that outfit. He wore a white lab coat, unbuttoned, to reveal his white button up shirt and black tie. His trousers were white as well, probably to match the lab coat. His shoes were as black as his hair which was splattered everywhere as if it just exploded out from his head.

Did I mention he also wore goggles? They must really like to complete their looks, how desperate must they be? I then stop staring at him as I suddenly notice the glass bowls at either side of him. I must've been staring at him long enough to not notice workers putting them there. I watch as he strides to one bowl first. I see as he opens his electric yellow lips (I thought that was pretty weird too)

Tane, D5Escort

"Girls first!" I shout to the audience but all they don't react. They still have the same nervous look in their eyes.

I find that really distracting as I dip my hand into the glass bowl filled with tributes. I swirl my hand around it first, trying to create some sort of suspense for the Capitol. I then stop as I grab the piece of paper I know is going to be reaped.

"The Female tribute for this year's Hunger Games is…" I begin talking to the microphone once I make it back to the middle.

"Marie Scire!"

I watch as a scared looking tall girl comes out from the neat lines of the district children and silently make her way up to the stage to where she will be shown to the whole of Panem. When she finally reaches my position I offer her a smile but she doesn't return it, she chooses to ignore me all together and just stare out at the crowd. She seems to be looking for someone amongst the children. I just leave her for the moment as I begin to move towards the other glass bowl.

"And now for the boys!" I say with the same gusto as the first.

I didn't swirl it around this time, I just sort of put my hand inside then take out one piece of paper. I move back to the middle and then look out at the horizon, choosing to look past the audience in the square. Then I open the piece of paper and look at the name.

Just like before I open my mouth and start to say the name.

"The male tribute for this year's Hunger Games is…"

Wyatt Jules, D5M, 15

I stare at my friend, Bolt, as I hear my name get called out by the ridiculous looking man. Bolt stares back at me with the same expression as what I seem to be displaying: pure and utter surprise.

I honestly thought that I was going to be home free this year. I tried so hard not to take out tesserae for the family and they really didn't want me to take some anyway but I had to because my dad just suffered through an injury a couple of months back.

I forget all that as soon as the peacekeepers start to drag me away from where I was standing. They drag me all the way to the stage where the man is smiling at me. I don't reciprocate it because he basically condemned me to be in this stupid games.

"Your tributes for this year!" He shouts as then takes us inside the Justice building.

This place is probably the only luxurious place in the whole district. Not even Bolt's family, who were fairly rich in the district, has this much luxurious things. The floor is carpeted a royal purple and there were paintings of past victors here; most are ripped out though except for the only living victor, Warren Quark.

I look up at the highly detailed ceiling and then down to the columns of that supposedly support the said ceiling. I whirl my head around to the escort as he begins to speak.

"All right lady and gentleman," He begins. "I am Tane and I will be helping you around the Capitol starting today!"

He is too giddy for me, I normally like it better when I am left alone but for some reason only Bolt and my family can disturb me. The reason for that is because I am extremely shy. What even a normal shy person can overcome is like a barrier for me.

"You each have one hour with your loved ones before you are whisked away to the Capitol where you can enjoy the Capitolite lifestyle!"

I can see my district partner roll her eyes at that before she goes into a room where a peacekeeper was holding the door for her. I then look at the opposite side of that same door and see a similar scenario.

I walk inside that door and sat down to the seat beside the window. Who knows if I'll ever get back to this district. I then hear the door open and close as I see my parents walk in. My mother comes to me first and gives me a big hug. She kisses my forehead over and over again telling me not to worry.

My dad just stares at me, I can see the guilt running through his dark brown eyes, the same colour as mines. My mother then steps back and hugs dad. He is okay now but without that tesserae we wouldn't be so I am quite proud of what I did.

"Dad. I'm sorry." I say as I then start to cry.

"It's okay." He was quickly beside me as he embraces me. "I know that whatever you do; I'll be proud."

My tears continue to flow but I don't feel ad anymore, in fact I'm kind off happy now that my dad has said this. He has never mentioned anything back then when I took out tesserae but now that he has I just feel…happy.

When half an hour has past and all what needs to be said has been said. My parents and I stand. I look at them both with a smile on my face just happy that I can see them one last time – I already know that I won't survive the games. My dad ruffles my dark brown hair before saying goodbye and leaving with my mum.

Then Bolt walks in a couple of minutes later with a sort of apologetic look on his face. Of course you'll feel bad for the person that will most likely die in the arena. I don't blame him though, I would have been wearing the same face.

He walks slowly to the sofa that I am now sitting on and then sits with a large sigh. I can tell that he wants to say something but something is stopping him.

"Its okay Bolt." I say to try and break the tension. "I know that you feel sorry for me, but honestly I'm alright with it now."

I offer a small smile too just to prove to him that I am okay. Although on the outside I look fine in the inside I'm terrified. Who wouldn't be terrified of what lurks in the arena or the possible killer on the loose inside the games.

"I…" I hear Bolt begin, it was shaky but he holds it together. "…I just feel really sad that you got picked."

I look to him again and then wrapped my arm around his shoulder and made him lean closer to me. Almost as if I am embracing him.

"I told you I'm fine." I smile.

Bolt doesn't smile though and just looks at me all teary eyed. For a second I actually thought he is going to cry but he doesn't and just offer up a faltering smile as well. He then fished something out of his grey trouser pocket and hands it to me.

"This is your family's ring?" I say as I stare at it. "I can't take this."

"It's okay." He says. "It was my parent's idea anyway that you get given this. I mean you hang out in my house more so than any other people that you actually feel like family."

I close my fist around the ring tight as tears threaten to fall from my eyes once more today. I take in a deep breath and just let it out.

"Thank You."

What did you think? What do you think of Marie and Wyatt?