A/N- Hey guys! Sorry I haven't updated recently! My teachers packed me with homework! Well, I'm on spring break now, so hopefully I'll get into the Games by the end of the week. I hope you enjoy District Ten!

Disclaimer-I don't own the Hunger Games! :[

District Ten

Genevieve's POV

My black hair flows messily at my shoulders. I feel tears on the verge of pouring out as I near the town square, but I blink them back. I glance around at all of the frightened faces that pass me. My gaze falls on a young girl and her sister. They clutch each other's hands desperately. I wish I had a sister. I wish someone loved me.

Tears threaten to pour, and this time I let them. I can't help but cry at the memories of my family. My only brother got a deadly disease and died last year. The pain of losing him hasn't gone away yet, and I don't think it ever will. My mother died when I was born, and my father is never home. He tries to drink the pain away. When he is home, he's drunk.

I sign in and mosey to the thirteen year old section. I stand lonely at the edge of my section by myself. I can hear the girls chatting, and I wish I could have a friend. I wish I could just have one friend that I could talk to, someone I could be myself with. I wish my brother was still alive.

District Ten's mayor interrupts my thoughts with his speech. When he finishes, April says, "Happy Hunger Games! And may the odds be ever in your favor!" I begin to tremble at her words. "Ladies first," she says in her Capitol accent. She strolls to the glass bowl. April picks a slip off of the very top. She struts to the center of the stage. She carefully opens the tiny slip. "Genevieve Conway."

My heart sinks. I just stand there, dumbfounded. "Genevieve Conway," April repeats. Someone gives me a slight shove, and I begin to slowly amble to the stage. April forms a subtle smile when she sees me. I take my place next to April and try to appear brave. I try to appear strong. I can't appear weak. No one will sponsor me if I begin to sob.

"Any volunteers," April asks. Silence is my answer. There are no volunteers willing to take my place. No one is willing to risk their life for me. I didn't expect anyone to volunteer for me, though. Why would they?

"Now, let's pick our male tribute."

Luke's POV

April saunters to the glass bowl and picks a slip from the very bottom of the bowl. She struts back to the center of the stage. She gingerly opens the slip and says, "Luke Dougall."

What? This can't be right! I can't be going to the Games! I slowly saunter to the stage and take my place next to Genevieve. She stands tall and emotionless. She looks about twelve or thirteen. April motions for us to shake hands. I shake her small hand and April says, "Let's hear it for District Ten's tributes!"

I glare at the people who clap. This is not a happy occasion. We are going to be sent off to die! I glance over at Genevieve and she's trembling a little bit. She notices me staring and looks at me with her big brown eyes. I have to look away. They remind me too much of my sister.

April escorts us to the Justice Building. I pace in a diminutive room until my family comes rushing in. We share frantic hugs and comforting words. "I love you," I say to each of my sisters, brothers, and parents.

"I love you, too," each of them say. My younger sister takes my hand and pulls me down to her height.

"Promise me you'll try to win. Don't give up under any circumstances. I'll be rooting for you," Molly whispers into my ear. I stare into her big brown eyes that stare intently into mine.

"I promise," I whisper.

"Can you wear this for your district token," she asks while handing me her lucky necklace.

"Sure," I say gently. I slowly grab her gold colored necklace and put it around my neck. "I love it."

"I hope you would," Molly replies. She gives me a quick kiss on the cheek.

"Is that your necklace, Molly," my older sister asks.

"Yes," Molly replies.

"Cool," my younger brother replies. We sit in silence until a peacekeeper comes to escort them out.

"Bye! I love you guys," I say.

"Bye! I love you, too," my family says as they walk out the door. I begin to pace again when they leave. The room feels so empty without them.

Genevieve's POV

I want someone to come in and comfort me. I want someone to tell me it's okay, but no one comes for a while. I begin to think no one will come to say goodbye to me. My brother's old friend comes in the room, and I sprint up to him and give him a big hug. "I missed you," I say.

"I missed you, too. I haven't seen you in a while," Nick says.

Nick and I sit on the plush couch and talk about random topics until a peacekeeper comes. I manage to embrace him one more time before he leaves. "Bye," I say.

"Bye," he says while waving. I'm so glad he came. I needed to talk to someone. I don't want him to leave me. I want him to stay. I turn my head and stare intently at a spot on the wall trying to think.

"Hi," a voice says. I turn around, frightened. I didn't hear anyone come in. I'm even more surprised by who it is.

"Hi, dad," I say, stunned. He slowly ambles to me and envelops me in a warm embrace.

"I'm so sorry," he whispers into my ear with the distinct smell of alcohol. I know he's apologizing for more than the reaping. He's apologizing for abandoning my brother and me after my mother left.

"It's okay. I love you," I whisper. He forms a small smile.

"I love you, too. I love you so much," he whispers. I say a silent thank you to the Capitol for giving me my father back, even if it is for only a moment.

Luke's POV

"Can you take care of them," I ask Lukas, my best friend, in a soft whisper. He solemnly nods. "Thanks," I say. We both know there is a good chance I'm not coming back. "I'm going to miss you."

"Don't talk like that. You can win," Lukas says.

"I'll try," I reply. We sit in an awkward silence until a peacekeeper comes to escort Lukas out. "Bye," I say as he ambles out the door.

"Bye," he replies. "Be careful." Then, he's gone.

"I'll try," I whisper, even though no one is there. "I'll try very hard, but I don't think it will help. I'm going to die one way or another," I whisper to the walls. Tears stream down my face. "I'm going to die."

A/N- I'm sorry again I haven't updated recently! What do you think of this chapter? Reviews would be nice. I'm hoping to maybe get seven. Anyway, do you think I should do the interviews from each of the tributes' points of view? Do you think I should do it from Caesar Flickerman's point of view for the interviews? Please tell me! Don't worry, I don't bite.