Thanks you to FlawlessCatastrophe, kkfanatic22, and domgk115 for the tributes!

Sorry it took me so long, I had to get a new tablet and I lost all of my previous Microsoft Word documents. I hope this makes up for it!

I took advice from HestiaAbnegation11, but I may only do this if I feel like it and I can, because it's a lot harder. :)

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~Eline~

Reapings suck. Doesn't everyone get that? I sigh. So… I get ready any way.

My outfit has already been picked out. My beautiful, long, white and gold dress. I slip it on, ruffling my short hair. I slick my pixie-cut hair back, my hand running over the natural brown highlights. I love my pretty blonde hair.

Shoes. What shoes should I wear? I dunno, but I gotta wear something. I eye some high tops hiding in the back of my closet. Perfect. I wiggle my toes, and slip some socks on before the shoes. I may look crazy, but I assure you, I am not.

Wait, what was I saying? Oh, forget it. I walk into the dining room of my empty house. My sister is the only one who would be here…. Seeing as though my parents are always ditching us for the Capitol.

At only twelve, this is my first reaping. But, I've seen them before. My sister, Opal, has been in all of them before, but I don't remember most of them. She's already twenty-four, so the last one I saw was when I was six. Surprisingly, I can remember that last one… but I forget everything else. Oh well.

~Cerys~

So maybe I am useless? What would that mean for us? But I'm not, I'll tell you that. So, I get ready for the reaping without question.

My brother Brodie is awesome, but sometimes I wish he weren't so… overprotective. He is great at taking care of me, but he makes me feel weak and I want to be taken more seriously. I would tell him… but I don't want to anger him, or lose him completely. He's the only person I've got: my mom is dead and my dad… left us.

My leggings are white, so I don't eat anything for breakfast. Not that we don't have anything, but we don't have much. My light blue singlet top is pretty, that's why I chose it. I don't look like the other girls, decked out in dresses and cheap (literally, that's all our district can afford) make-up.

Well, we're here. Let's get on with this.

~Brodie~

My fifteen year-old younger sister Cerys is my life. I keep her safe, and protect her from threats. I need to, seeing as our parents aren't in our lives. Once she's ready to go, we head off.

We walk to the town square, where the reapings take place today. It's all decorated and jazzed up for the event. The escort stands on the stage, also dressed up. She flaunts some crazy styles, but it really just looks ridiculous.

We get scanned in, then head off to our sections. The video she shows every year is a waste of time. I shouldn't even be in the reaping anymore, because I am twenty-three. This year, because of the stupid twist, I gotta be. This sucks.

~Christoph~

I'd rather not have to do this last one. I'm eighteen, so this is my last year. Luckily, I missed the twist thing, because if I had been nineteen this year, I would still be eligible. Sucks for all the nineteen year olds who get picked. Ironic.

I've got simple black outfit on for the reaping: a black button-up shirt, and black dress pants and shoes. My friend Destiny (another shy but actually very friendly girl who I like but don't have the courage to tell her yet) meets me at the square, and we get signed in just as the video goes off.

"Ok, people. Now, umm…" she picks out two cards from the girl's bowl, and reads them one-by-one. "Cerys Harlen. Is there a 'Cerys Harlen' here?" she looks around, and a shy looking girl slowly makes her way up to the stage. "Good, now… Eline Porter." A small twelve year-old skips up, and smiles at the crowd. She waves.

I roll my eyes, then turn my attention back to the escort (Saila). She picks two more cards from the boy's section, and calls out the names. "Christoph Hermann."

No.

I slowly walk up, hoping for a volunteer whom I know won't exist. I shake my head, and walk up with a straight face. As I stand on the stage, I see Destiny crying. No, baby. Please don't cry…

I don't realize the other boy had taken place on the stage. We all four shake hands, but the boy and one of the girls hug. Are they related or something?

The peacekeepers usher us into rooms to say goodbye to our families and friends.

Of course, Destiny is the first to burst through the door. "Oh, please don't leave me!" she hugs me, and I embrace her back. "Please make it back… I- I love you."

I smile. "Me too." I kiss her lightly, then she pats my shoulder, and slips out the door.

My father enters, and I turn my head. "What." I mutter.

"Come on son. I don't want you to leave, you know that right?" he doesn't look upset. At all.

I shake my head. "You don't seem like it."

The peacekeepers come in. "Time's up." One of them says in a gruff voice.

My father is pulled out, and he tosses something to me. "Your token!" he calls back.

It's a watch, with a background of black, red, and yellow. I recognize it as my mother's, and I smile, letting the memories flood back.

~Eline~

So… they just called my name. Hey, at least I can try, right? I skip up happily, and step up on the stage. I grin, and wave at the crowd.

Before I know it, I am dragged away to say goodbye to my family and friends. My sister races in, and hugs me tightly. "Sis, don't leave me…"

"I won't, I'll be back!" I smile.

She shakes her head. "My poor, innocent sister…" a tear slides down her cheek, and I gasp.

"Hey, I'll be fine. See ya!" I push her out, only to have my friend Mark to step in.

He grabs my hand. "Go down fighting. Good luck." He seems super serious, which is nothing like he is normally. He goofs around a lot.

He leaves, and we are slapped onto a train, and we head off.

I walk into my room, and turn on the Tv. Time for game re-runs!

~Cerys~

Soo. I got picked. Greeeaaat. I walk up, carefully making eye contact with my friends and brother.

When we get to the boy's part, Brodie is picked too. Oh no! I think I'm gonna pass out… but I don't. I make it until the goodbyes, when my friends charge in and wish me luck. I am then hustled into a train, and I black out on one of the couches…

~Brodie~

We're both picked. Oh my gosh, oh my gosh! Good! I can protect her now! I would've volunteered, but I got picked.

I run up to the stage, shake hands with the others, and sit in a room where no one greets me. No one. But, that's ok. I have no friends, and no other family.

I'm chill with it, and I visit Cerys to talk in the train. She passed out, but I wake her up carefully. She hods her head. "Wha?"

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