Hi people! I know I havn't updated in a while but I have not abondoned this story. Schoolwork has just been hard that's all . Although some tough thinking brought me to a decision.

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Ally Rivera

The calming crash of the waves on the banks soothes me. Trust me I would have stayed asleep if it weren't for the nightmare I had. It's always the same one too, my parents are screaming and no matter how much I try to find them I can't. I lazily roll out of bed and stand up before I can hit the floor. "I need a swim" I think to myself. Silently I pad over to my dresser and take a look inside and finally decide to pick out my solid black one piece. I slip on the one piece and scale down the tree near my window and make my way to the beach. But when I arrive at my spot there is somebody already lying down fast asleep. I make my way over to the lump of a person and find a boy with blonde hair laying down with a tear running down his cheek. I gently prod the boy in the side with my foot, hoping to wake him from the prison of a nightmare. "No" he mumbles before sitting straight up, fear in his blue eyes. From looking at him I could tell he was at least 17 years old. "What's the matter?" I ask him with concern. He shakes his head, his blonde hair and sand flying everywhere. "Nothing." He tells me. "Please, maybe I can help." I tell him. "Well, it's been 1 year since my brother died in the Hunger Games." He tells me, his voice cracking with sadness. Pondering for I second I ask him," Do you want to go swimming? It always helps me when I'm sad." I add. But he just shakes his head again, "No. Thank you." He adds after it. "I have to go get ready for the reaping, by the looks of the sky you should too." He tells me, and sure enough the sky was dotted with pinkish orange clouds.

Hannibal King

The nightmares come again. They keep replaying over and over again. He was so close to coming home too. Just 5 more tributes. But the brute of a district 2 tribute stabbed him, staining the lake water red as he fell back into the unforgiving darkness. We have only had enough to send one of us to career school and of course he sent me since I was 17 and he was 18. But when he was picked President Cameron put a rule on that said no volunteers. I knew I wasn't going to be able to go back to sleep so with a big sigh I roll out of my small bed and out the door. The cool air caresses my skin as I make my way over to the beach. As soon as my feet hit the cool sand I plop down, not caring if the sand gets in my hair, and fall asleep. But my sleep is disturbed by something poking me in my side. Fear over takes me as I sit straight up and I feel the warm wetness of a tear on my cheek. I notice a girl with black long wavy black hair staring at me with concern. "What's the matter?" She asks me. I just simply shake my head, hoping she would drop the subject. "Nothing's the matter." I tell her but my voice cracks at the end of my sentence, giving me away. "Please tell me, I can help." She tells me with pleading eyes. I mentally give up and say "Well," I start "It's been one year since my brother died in the Hunger Games." I tell her. The pretty girl ponders for a moment before asking," Do you want to go for a swim? It always makes me feel better." She adds. I'm baffled by her generosity. Nobody but my best friend Anna Jones has ever tried to make me feel better. But when I look over her shoulder I see the sky dotted with pink orange dots. "No." I tell her. "Thank you." I quickly add after it. "I have to get ready for the reaping, by the looks of the sky you should to." I tell her before I stand up and make my way back to my house.

Maddie Nightcress

I hate these Reapings. Choosing kids to be slaughtered makes me sick to my stomach. The escort walks onto the stage looking like a walking Christmas tree. She gives this whole speech about something but I tune out. When I finally tune back in she is sticking her hand inside the girls bowl. She pulls out the slip of paper and reads, "Jess Jones" she reads. A girl no older than 12 slowly make her way up to the stage but before she can mount it a male voice from the 17 year old section calls out," I volunteer!" A boy with blue eyes and blond hair takes the place of the girl and the escort gives an excited squeal. It was true; boys could volunteer for girls and vice versa. "Tell me why did you volunteer?" She asks practically shoving the microphone down the boy's throat. "Because I didn't want my friend going through what I did." He states simply. The escort, completely in her own world, disregards what the boy says and states," Very good!" She then sticks her hand into the girls' bowl and pulls out another name. "Samantha Green" Her voice sweeps over the crowd. A girl comes from the 17 year old section and before she can mount the stage yet another voice rings out "I volunteer!" A girl with wavy long black hair and green eyes mounts the stage with the boy. The escort gives an even louder squeal and says," Why did you volunteer?" She asks. "My parents wanted me to." She states simply. Then they both turn to each other and shake hands.

LADIES AND GENTLEMEN I GIVE YOU THE TRIBUTES OF DISTRICT 4


Let's welcome our Tributes with open arms. Good luck and may the odds be ever in your favor!