Today's POV's are all girls! Also Merry Christmas, Happy Hannukah, Happy Kwanzaa, Happy Whateveryoucelebrate!

Victoria Cristo (FD4)

A tinkling chime rings throughout the beach as Tara, Bryan, Kenzie, Max, and I hike. We look up to see our first parachute. I pump my fist up in the air, excited to see what our sponsors got us.

Kenzie carefully tares open the package and inside is a button along with yet another parachute. I stare at the button.

"There's a message," Kenzie says, removing a scrap of paper. "Fill this with the poisonous caviar growing next to you, place it in the parachute, and press the button to send to your enemies." she reads.

All of our heads turn towards a black fungi growing on the edges of the beach. "Its the Death," I whisper. "Its famous in District Four. It was just invented, just for the Hunger Games."

Bryan cackles. "I think I know who to send it to." He fills the Death into the parachute and presses the button. A screen appears, asking for him to say out loud the tribute's name.

"Tiger Moor." he says, loud and clear.

We watch as the parachute flies away. I can't wait for the cannon - I want Tiger dead.

Cher Elgan (FD11)

I lay down on the hard ground, munching on some bread. After I snatched the backpack, I found a huge wheat field behind the Cornucopia. There were several bread bushes and berries here, and I can make bread out of the wheat.

I've been waiting until the Panem symbol appears in the sky to open my backpack. As the anthem plays, I quickly sit up and start unzipping my backpack.

The first thing I find are a pair of night vision sunglasses. I've seen them distributed at night at the orchards back in Eleven. These will be helpful, so I put them on.

I pause for a second to watch the faces in the sky.

Both of the tributes from District Three are the first to appear. Well, they looked scrawny and I thought they would die quickly. Next are the tributes from Five, the male tributes from 7, both from 8, both tributes from Nine. The last to appear are both tributes from 10, and the male tributes from 11 and 12. Then the Panem seal appears to end the anthem, and it disappears from the sky.

I sit back on a random log on the ground. So Voltaic Nosa and Aoife Strongbow are dead. I should be glad that such strong tributes are down. But I can't.

I mourn for everyone's death - even the District Three male, Glitch, who was never nice to me. I especially mourn for the two twelve year olds, Glace and Ash.

All gone. I pray for all those families that have just lost a loved one.

I continue going through my backpack. I find a long, curved knife, a spear, and a bow and arrows. I frown, wondering if I will ever use these weapons. Next I find a long, silver cylinder that is labelled: ANTI-ACID + LAVA ARMOR. Taped to it is a note: For later.

Trusting whoever put that note, I stash the cylinder back inside. The last things I find in the backpack are several strips of beef jerky, dried fruit, and a canteen filled with water.

So running in the backpack was worth it. But I can't celebrate my victory, with so many of those tributes gone.

24 tributes entered the arena today.

Now there are only 11 left.

Elana Trotyle (FD7)

I stretch open my sticky eyes. Am I alive? I look around and pat my cheeks. I seem to be. As I struggle to stand up, my knees give in and I fall back down. It takes about an hour for me to muster enough strength to crawl straight ahead. I don't know where I'm going, but I just need to get away from here.

Some time later I find myself in the Cornucopia, curled into a small little ball. I don't know what I'm doing here, but this place must be good shelter. As I lie down, I look up and notice some vines that look very familiar.

Snotroot! I stand up and yank some off of the ceiling and examine it. It is snotroot - I saw this during the edible plants test. It heals any wound in a fast amount of time. Lying back down, I quickly make a poultice and apply it to my stomach wound.

Closing my eyes, I can only hope I will survive.

Jay Reeds (FD12)

It was him. During my private training session, while I was running around swiftly, tackling obstacle course after obstacle course, I caught eyesight with him.

Dune Reeds. My father. He left my family several years ago, when I was 7. He disappeared. Vanished. He was believed to be electrocuted by the electrical fence or blasted into pieces by a mining accident.

I never believed any of this. There was always a part of me that knew he still lived.

But I never knew he still lived as the Head Gamemaker. Plotting my death...he should be killed. He certainly deserves it. He left my family and we were starving and depressed. Soon after he disappeared, my mother and brother died.

Its all of his fault. I hate him for it.

I'm still deeply affected, which is probably why I'm talking to Tiger about this, spilling out all my secrets, my feelings, my hurt.

"I understand," Tiger says, biting into a rabbit leg. "Wow. I can't imagine losing your family...you know, I have a baby sister at home. Her name's Ivy. She's my whole world. I'm sorry I've been crazy all Games, injuring your ally, possibly killing her...I just needed to get to you. You just look like someone who could understand how much I want to return home."

I shrug. "I don't know if I want to go home. There will be nothing to return to. No family - just my mockingjay friends. If I die in the Games, I want to at least go down as a fighter."

Tiger leans in close to me. "And what if you don't?" he whispers, his breath smelling like mint.

I stare into his dark eyes. "I don't know. I don't know what my reaction will be in the afterlife."

He leans in closer, until our lips meet.