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District 5 Reapings:

Maurice Gelle (12)

I wake up to the sound of Ebony crying. I jump out of bed and hurry down the hall to comfort her.

Ebony is my niece. I live with my brother, Paul, and his wife, Josette. (And Ebony, of course, who is 6 months old.) Both my parents died when I was nine. Paul took care of me, then he fell in love with Josette and they got married. They're both eighteen now. When they got married, they let me live with them, because I had no where else to go. I try to return the favor by taking care of Ebony.

When I get to Ebony's room, Josette is already there.

"Go get ready for the Reaping, I'll handle Ebony," Josette says.

I smile and go back to my room to get dressed. Today's my first Reaping. I'm kind of nervous, but not just for me. I have a girlfriend, Adelaide, who's twelve too. I know what you're thinking, what twelve year olds really need to date.

Well, I met Adelaide a little after my parents died. She helped me through it and we just fell in love. And I guess there's something else I should mention. Adelaide and I aren't actually dating. That's just what I imagine. No, Adelaide doesn't like me that way, but I certainly like her.

I look up into my mirror. The dark red shirt I wear does little to darken my skin tone. I'm pale, very pale. My hair is pale, not blonde, kind of a really colorless brown, my eyes are a very pale blue, and any freckle I get blends in. I'm kind of weak and small. I guess that doesn't really matter, but it doesn't help the Adelaide situation much.

Adelaide has long, wavy, red hair. She's gorgeous, there's nothing about her to criticize. Speaking of her, she stands outside waiting for me. I run down the apartment stairs and meet her on the street while we walk to the reaping together.

At the reaping, we have to separate. The video is very long and boring as usual, then they begin.

"Adelaide Turner!"

I freeze. Adelaide makes her way to the stage. Two more girls join her.

"Paul Gelle!"

I freeze once more. This is awful! But this one I can do something about.

"I volunteer!"

"No, Maurice, don't!" Paul says.

"You've got Josette and Ebony," I murmured to him, "Let me protect Adelaide."

Paul nodded once and let me continue. I joined Adelaide on the stage.

Adelaide Turner (12)

I wake up with sun spilling over my eyes. I roll over, throw off my ratty blanket, and put on my best dress.

I have my own room, but it's in the attic of the community home. Since I behaved and was older than most of the girls, I get a little more privacy.

The book I was reading last night sits on my bedside table. It's a fairytale about a princess. That's pretty much the only kind of book I read. It's kind of embarrassing, but I just dream of a happier life, one where people care if I'm at breakfast or not, one where people notice when I'm gone before the peacekeepers bring me home.

The closest person I have to family is Maurice. He's a boy I've known for about three years and I really like him. I have a crush on him I guess you could say. But I doubt he likes me. Who would want a poor girl in a community home with only one friend in the world?

I walk downstairs and get a piece of toast from the kitchen. I walk to Maurice's apartment.

I stand outside to wait for him and a couple minutes later, he runs out the door and joins me. We say hello, then walk to the reaping in silence. This is both our first years and we both took tesserae. Maurice wouldn't let his brother take it, because Paul had so many slips already. The community house forces us to take it as soon as we're old enough.

I can tell that Maurice is even more worried than I am.

At the reaping, we have to separate. I walk to the twelve year old girls section and smile at a girl I recognize from school. When she doesn't smile back, I look up to see that our escort has mounted the stage and is standing watching the video begin.

Our escort walks to the girls' bowl and pulls a slip of paper out. "Adelaide Turner!"

I walk up to the stage and wait patiently to be joined by two other girls. Now it's the boys' turn.

"Paul Gelle!"

"I volunteer!"

Maurice is walking up to the stage, looking at me as though he expects me to smile in excitement. But how could I smile when I'm living a nightmare?

Viztron Lightkeeper (15)

"Hey now! You two better head home, it's late and the reaping is tomorrow," someone calls from the doorway.

Dawn and I pull apart and head back to the party. Everyone's picking up their stuff and leaving. I lead Dawn to the counter and grab her one last drink for the road.

"Keep this for tomorrow night," I laugh as I hand it to her.

We walk home and I quietly slip through the back door. My parents don't mind me partying as long as I don't get in trouble or wake them up when I get home.

I lay down in bed. Morning comes all too quickly. I have a headache from the night before and can't wait for the reaping to be over so I can come home and take a nap. To make matters worse, my younger siblings (twelve year old quadruplets) run into my room and begin pulling me out of bed. They're already dressed for the reaping.

"Come on!" Macy yells.

"Get up!" Jazzy exclaims.

"Mom told us to get you!" Terry says.

"Because it's time to leave for the reapings!" Daisy finishes.

I sigh and get out of bed.

"Happy?" I ask.

"No, you've still gotta get dressed and we need to go or else the peacekeepers will come get us!" Daisy says, the worrier of us.

"I promise I'll be ready in two minutes. Just let me get dressed, okay?"

"Okay!" Terry says and pulls Macy and Jazzy out of the room. Daisy shoots me a look then follows them.

I get dressed and meet my family outside. We all register at the reaping (I go last so I can explain it to each of my siblings) and we walk to our sections.

The girls are reaped and I breathe a sigh of relief when none of them are my sisters.

Then a boy is reaped, but a twelve year old volunteers for him. I wonder why, but I'd rather we just finish the reaping already.

"Viztron Lightkeeper!"

And right then, I realized the reaping would never be over.

William Sungen (12)

I get up and walk to the power plant where I work. When I get there, my boss comes out of his office.

"No work today, William. It's reaping day."

I nod and walk toward home. Halfway home I find a blue feather. I slip it in my pocket and continue home. I wonder what bird it's from.

My parents have breakfast on the table when I get home.

"No work today," I say.

We eat, then walk to the square. I see my girlfriend, Mira, and go over to talk to her.

"I'm nervous, William," is the first thing she says.

"Don't be! There's almost no chance that you'll be taken out of the bowl."

She nods and we go to our sections.

Reaping is almost over. One more name.

"William Sungen!"

I groan when I think about how close I was to being free another year and walk up to the stage.

Rachel Ellis (15)

I curl my hair to make sure it's in perfect curls. It's curly anyway, but I can't have any hair misplaced when everyone looks so nice!

My sister, Shira, comes into the room and hands me my rope bracelet. I must have left it on the table again. I smile at her as she leaves. Shira is nineteen, so she's completely done with the Hunger Games.

I put on the bracelet and walk downstairs to join my family for breakfast. We eat quickly, then walk to the square.

A girl is reaped, Adelaide. That's a pretty name. I wish my name were Adelaide.

"Rachel Ellis!"

I look around. My name's not that common. But no one else is moving. I walk up the stairs and join Adelaide. Pretty little Adelaide, I notice as I stand beside her, probably won't make it through the bloodbath.

October Smeshle (13)

I dab more concealer on and step back to look at the overall effect. I still look the same, just blotchy in a different way. I've been up for an hour already, trying to fix myself.

I'm not very pretty. My name sounds like I should have red or orange hair, light, sparkling, brown eyes, and an even complexion. But my hair is black, not a very pretty black, but a dirty black. My eyes are almost black, but they're really dark, dark brown. (I guess they're not that bad.) And my skin is blotchy and covered with acne.

I spray a bit of perfume on me from the little bottle I wear as a necklace charm. If I can't look good, at least I can smell good. I saved up for this perfume for almost two years. I only wear it on special occasions, so I guess reaping day counts as that.

I walk to the kitchen where I smell sausage. The thoughts on my looks fade away. Usually we just have bread, this is a special treat!

Well, from that you may think we are poor, but we're actually one of the richest families in the district. My mother just thinks I shouldn't be eating unhealthy foods, because I'm on the track team at school. I'm one of the faster girls and that's pretty much all I'm good at.

We go to the square and I realize how nervous I am.

Two girls are reaped and I hold my breath.
"October Smeshle!"

The breath whooshes out of me and my sob echoes around the square. I walk up the stage steps and look at my feet. I feel the hot tears running down my face and I try to stop them, but I can't. Makeup and tears alike drip off my nose onto the white painted stage. I refuse to look up for the rest of the reaping and anger at the capital wells up in me until I reach my boiling point. Lucky for them, they're already rushing us into town hall.

Quick update, yay! Sorry if you're tribute's POV was short, I have to try to work with what you give me. District 7 reapings will be out later than sooner, I'll be pretty busy, so sorry in advance about that, but I promise I'll update in a month at the LATEST!

-TheUglyDuckling492