MonkeyPower435: Hi. … I have absolutely nothing to say here, to be honest. Nice job to Anna Banana to updating so quickly! Here's District 5.

Duke Granger, 17, District Five Male

My alarm clock blares as a grin creeps across my face. I jump straight out of bed and pull on a white T-shirt and khakis, as well as a black blazer. I hop into the shower and wash up.

I get out of the shower and comb my hair to look nice. If you don't like nice, you don't get business. And then you and your business are doomed. So you always have to look nice. It's the number one rule to being a businessman.

Okay, maybe not the first one, but it's pretty close.

I find my mother downstairs, flipping eggs. Two pieces of toast pop up from our toaster. I grab a plate and slide it down the counter and shimmy my way over to the toaster. I place the toast on the plate and grab another slice of bread and stick it in the toaster. I butter the ones on the plate and slide it across the table behind me to my dad, who is reading the Daily Businessman, a newspaper for businessmen.

"Get the orange juice and pour some cups for us, Odele," my father demanded my mother.

"Yes sir," she said quietly. My father treated her like a maid. I guess, it's wrong, but why would she marry my father in the first place?

"So, son," my father started. "Today Atom and Associates are coming to evaluate Granger Energies, so I expect you to dress nice. And don't forget to go to that stupid reaping. I don't need you getting shot. Then Atom and Associates won't be interested in us because we committed crime!"

"Yep," I smirked. "We'll hook AA and then we'll get great reviews, which leads to more sales of the energy converter, which leads to more profits, which leads to more money, which leads to a larger house and company, which leads to a rich life and even MORE money!"

"You were raised well, boy," my father patted me on the back. "Now, get your shoes on. We're going to the tailor for your new suit."

I pulled on my shoes and sat in the front seat of my father's convertible. Cars were uncommon here. You could really only find them in 1, 2, 5, and 6. There were none in the other districts.

We arrived at the tailor shortly after and my father walked in crisply. "I have an appointment for Duke Granger, get me a tailor now." His voice echoed throughout the empty shop.

A tailor with a bald head and glasses rushed out. "Yes sir, sorry for the wait, sir."

"If you are sorry, then get to work!" My father shouted at the tailor. He jumped up, startled, and led me to a room where they fitted me into a nice black suit.

"Here you are sir," the tailor shook of fright as I found my father after a short amount of time.

"Come on, Duke, you have a reaping to attend to," he exclaimed. I climbed back into the front seat of the car as we sped off.

Curie Franklin, 14, District Five Female

No. Not again. I dashed through the forest, bug guts splattering on my face. I need to find somewhere. Anywhere. Just anywhere to hide me.

The boy from district 7 was hot on my trail; I needed to get away quickly. A large rock lay right in front of me and I tripped- straight into a crevice.

"Not so powerful, are ya, huh?" The boy smirked. I sobbed and screamed for help, but just a minute later, I faded into blackness.

I let out a scream and I heard someone rushing up the stairs. "Curie? Curie, are you alright?"

My twin sister stood hovering over me and I blinked open my eyes. I grabbed onto her. "Nightmares," I said quietly.

She nodded and helped me out of bed. See, Marie was my twin sister until I was Reaped. I didn't win, obviously, but I was revived and now she's a lot older than me since I didn't age while I was dead.

I shuddered at the memory and got out of bed. I washed my black hair. It was a pixie haircut, thank God that it didn't get lots of knots. I washed of my face and looked in the mirror. I deemed myself presentable and sent out to find a nice reaping outfit. I try to hide my black beauty mark, which is in the shape of a crescent, but fail. *its not like I have to stand up on stage, and you can't really see it anyways,* I thought to myself. I walked out to my small dresser and pulled out black leggings, a white blouse, and a shimmering purple sweater. I would put in the high heels later. They really hurt my feet and I couldn't walk in them well.

"Curie, your toast is ready, it's on the table!" Marie called. "I even got you peanut butter to put on top of it!"

I made my way downstairs and looked at the table. My sister had *actually* managed to afford peanut butter. Around the table sat my father, my brother in law, and my nephew. My nephew, Richard, was rambling on and on about how lights work. Despite him being 3, he's one of the most intelligent toddlers I've met. My father was talking with Richard. Those two are made for each other. They're both very outgoing. At my brother in law, Erwin, on the other hand, was buttering toast and laughing to himself about my dad and nephew.

"Do you want some help, Marie?" I asked. She shook her head no and handed me a new plate of peanut buttered toast. Peanut buttered toast is something I'd eat all day.

I finished up quickly and helped clean off the table. "The Reapings start at 9," Marie shook.

I looked at the clock which blared 8:50 in bright, red letters. "Don't worry, Marie," I hugged her. "I promise you I'll be fine, okay?"

She nodded as we finished clearing off the last of the plates. "We better go now," Erwin exclaimed.

The plates we are cleared and in the sink so we got on our shoes. The high heels were so painful. "Use these," Marie handed me a pair of purple sparkly flats. I pulled them on. They were super comfortable.

My father opened the door and we started our walk. Before we departed, father whispered into my ear, "Good luck, I love you."

Duke Granger, 17, District Five Male

I rolled my eyes as the peacekeepers pricked my finger. These were quality hands, you know. I needed them to write things for work. And no notes equals fail, which means Atom and Associates gives us bad reviews which means no business, which means no profits, which means no money, which means no money for college, which means I'm dumb, which means I won't marry, which means I'll be POOR! I don't want to live on the streets!

I found myself standing in the 17 year old section, and a peacekeeper eyeing me. I must of zoned out and he brought me here. I gave him the stink eye. I don't need some idiot peacekeeper showing me the way. I'm 17 for crying out loud.

The stupid escort, Romanier came out and had on a "nice" green suit with aqua hair. He looked utterly ridiculous.

The dark days video was played and a speech was said, blah blah. "Now, onto the girl's reaping!"

He pulled out a name I didn't recognize which was fine by me. I don't care about any of this. Hunger games is-

"Duke Granger!"

Wow. Not again. I already went into the games once, why do I need to again? God, the Capitol sucks.

"Any volunteers?" Sure, someone will. I'm the famous Duke Granger!

But nobody does.

I have to shake hands with the little nobody who's obviously been crying. Then the peacekeepers lead me into the Justice building, where my father comes in with my mai- I mean mother.

"Here, son. As your token." My father handed me a prototype of my machine. I thanked him for it. "Good luck, boy."

My mother came over as my dad left. "Duke," She said. "I love you. And never forget that."

I realized how horrible I've been treating my mother. "Mum, I'm sorry.." she hugged me tighter and I could feel her tears Salish on my back.

"I love you anyways," she smiled. The peacekeeper grabbed her and she whispered to me, "You can win, my love."

If my mom believes in me, I can.

Curie Franklin, 14, District Five Male

I was signed in pretty quickly. I hurried over to the 14 year old section. I watched the film, and listened to the speech. Then, the escort pulled a girl's name.

It happened to be mine.

"Curie Franklin, please join us on the stage!" I heard him call out.

Tears ran down my cheeks and I did nothing to stop them. I walked up silently.

The boy was Duke Granger. His father owned a big business. He's kind of stuck up.

We had to shake hands and he looked at me, disgusted. I was probably smarter than him. He'll probably die early on.

I was led into the Justice building and my family came in soon after. Marie ran over and hugged me. She slipped a leather bracelet on too. "It was from mom," she said. "She wanted you to have it." I nodded and hugged her as my father came over.

"You can win," he said. "My little Marie, you can win. I know it. Just be careful, and trust nobody." I nodded as Erwin chimed in.

"I agree with your dad," he said.

"Me too!" Richard shouted, bouncing on the couches around the room I was in. We all couldn't help laughing.

A peacekeeper came in shortly after to take them away. My friends had all grown older, so I expected no more visitors. Alas, there was one.

Alessia Stafford.

I was so surprised. Her family was so rich, they hardly interacted with any lower class citizens! "What are you doing here?" I asked, surprised.

"Watch out for Duke. He literally backstabbed, I mean stabbed in the back with a sword, five of his allies." She said.

"How do you-"

"I have to watch them. My family is going to set aside some money to sponsor you, Okay? We want you to win."

I gawked at this and she came over and hugged me. I was so startled by this. "Good luck, Curie," she whispered. She smiled at me on the way out.

A peacekeeper came and led me to the train, the first of the Hunger Games horrors.

Wew. Wow, so many Reapings out so soon! You guys can submit escorts and stylists now, here are the forms:

Stylist:

Name:

Age:

District they style:

Tribute from that district they style:

Appearance:

Personality:

How they feel about their tribute:

Best outfit (description and district/tribute it was for):

Worst outfit (description and district/tribute it was for):

Other outfits:

Other:

Escort:

Name:

Age:

District they escort:

Appearance:

Personality:

How they feel about the tributes:

Who is their favorite:

Other:

The escort for district 5, 6, and 8 are closed. Next up is the district 10 reaping so hurry and get in those escorts!

We need 24 stylists, so now you guys can submit 4 stylists like tributes. You get extra sponsor points for this too!

Next up: District 10

After that: District 4

Then: District 1

Next update: No later than Nov. 13, most likely today, if not tomorrow.

See you in district 10!