So, sorry I haven't been updating much! I've gotten a horde of tributes since then though, so chapters should be more frequent! Also, I only have two Districts that aren't full!

The empty slots are the D9M, and the the D3M. The D3F is reserved.

Basically, the Games will be soon. I hope.

Please tell me what you think- I want to up my standards because I still feel like last chapter was terrible.

And yeah.

Nighttimephoenix: Thanks! And don't worry, a lot of people get confused about District travelling.

Umm... I have nothing else to say for this A/N so bubye.

Probably.

Anna Blanche, D8

I wake up earlier than I would have liked because Ella is clattering around the room. I grown and pull the pillow over my head in the hopes of returning to my dreamworld, but to no avail. I drag myself out of bed slowly and gasp.

I'm not sure I'm fully awake. The last dress Cassy ever made is draped over the chair. It was an order from the Capitol but it was abandoned after the Games last year. Mylo, who won last year's Hunger Games, was from District One. I hate him. I hate him because he killed Cassandra. I hate him because he took everything away from me. My best friend, my confidence and that sense of belonging, all with one chuck of his knife.

I pinch myself tentatively. I'm awake. So I will be wearing this gorgeous purple dress, in all its lacy glory, with the floral embroidery embracing me, to the Reaping. I can't believe it.

Something else hits me. After today, there's only one more Reaping left.

I won't get Reaped, right?

Ethan Spool, D8

The rest of the gang don't wait for me. It's been this way since I fled the foster program, since my initiation went wrong. The burn of the scar on my face hurts every second of the day but I don't flinch. Luke would get mad. Then he'd set Connor and Travis on me. He'd say I wasn't good enough. And I couldn't let that happen.

It's the Reaping today. Or as I should say, a death sentence for the stupid Capitol's entertainment. But those kids never do anything. So I don't care. The District and the Capitol ruined my life. I wish I could ruin theirs.

I hear screams. I don't feel anything. It's probably someone who threatened to spill the beans to the Peacekeepers. Connor and Travis are wanted. They're probably adding onto their kill list right now. I don't know and I don't particularly care. I sneak off to the Reaping while the gang isn't looking. If I don't go the Peacekeepers will figure out where I am, and discover the gang. The rest don't really care. But I want to stay alive. I need to stay alive, so I can be there if- when the Districts rebel again. So we can defeat the Capitol.

So we can be free.

At the Reaping, I receive several funny looks from those in the know. They don't get why I'm at the Reaping. They don't understand.

But I do. And that's all that matters.

Anna, D8

Now I know how Cassy felt. I was standing there, in a sea of seventeen year olds, trying to stay out of people's way, when the sea parted... for me. I stepped slowly through the path of faces, sympathetic or indifferent. I shouldn't have counted myself out. It was stupid. Now I'm going in with someone else. Please not someone I know. Even though I tried to cut off connections when I quit school after what happened with Cassy, I still know these people. I used to laugh and joke with them and we would escape reality together. We'd share fanstasies of a world with no Peacekeepers, no Capitol, no Gray.

Gray's dead though. One thing off the checklist I guess.

Snow, the newly elected president of Panem, is the worst we've had yet. This is his first Hunger Games and it's sure to be the most horrific.

I stand up straight as the escort digs a perfectly manicured hand through the pile of slips. He calls out a name. His high, purely annoying voice rings out and a surly boy steps forward. Oh god, I'm gonna have to live with that voice for god knows how long.

Ethan, D8

I stand no chance out there in the Arena. Connor and Travis would, but not me. Yet, I am Realed and they are not... of course, they're not at the Reaping and I am. In a weird way, it makes sense that I would be chosen.

The girl is weak and pathetic and I've seen her before, or at least I think so.

Anna, D8

I breathe a sigh of relief that I hope no one heard.

I don't know the boy.

I think he might be in one of the gangs.

I don't really know.

And I don't suppose I ever shall.

Ethan, D8

People are silent but show a slight hint of a grin on their face. I'm not sure why.

Then it hits me, I'm going into the Games. The Hunger Games.

In other words, I'm dead.

As dead as my dad.

As dead as I hope my mum is.

As dead as the little boy who screamed his way through death this morning.

As dead as can be.

And there we go!

I think this chapter is better than last time, but I think I ruined Ethan.

See ya someday,

~CandyRue