Author's Note: Hope you enjoy getting a 3 pack of reapings! its all of you people's 4th of July gift or something. I just remembered that not all of you are American. so I added the or something. At least I only have to do 3 more reapings. AND I get annoyed at people who's tributes are chosen but they don't review. I need more cannon fodder so... :)

Disclaimer: Suzanne Collins owns The Hunger Games and all of the districts. Oh, and the Capitol. Dang.

District 7, surrounded by the trees, and plantations and paper factories, was feeling anxious as a whole on this lovely day of the reapings. The weather didn't fit very well, cloudless skies and bright sun burning down on them, for a day to send two children to their deaths. Their Escort, Kinkle, was wearing a preposterous yellow dress and had her hair piled up on her head and sprayed purple. She seemed like an eternal optimist with dirt problems. They waited and waited and waited for the boring speech from President Pulvia to be over, so that they could just get the damned reapings over with. Once the speech ended, and Kinkle stood over at the reaping balls, they knew that 2 children in the crowd would be sent away on those death trains to the capitol.

"Sylvia Sagen! Hopefully by now you know the drill!"

A short, olive-skinned girl with jet black hair walked confidently onto the stage. She was the first tribute in years to actually impress the audience, and exert feelings that she could win. This was good.

"Any volunteers?"

10 seconds passed, with optimistic Kinkle actually referring to her watch as time passed. Nobody wanted to interrupt their clear chance at winning with Sylvia but putting themselves in her spot. Or they were scared, that was an easy possibility.

"Well Sylvia definitely looks promising!" Kinkle said, complementing the tributes as usual, "But now it's time for the men!" She tottered over to the other reaping ball with her torture device shoes, drawing her hand out and holding a new piece of folded paper with a different name on it.

"Neme Arbor! Stage, now!"

As if to counteract Sylvia's promising appearance, a skinny, 12-year-old boy who looked like the average kid, walked up on stage. He, unlike Sylvia, exerted feelings of fear and negativity. This was bad.

"Any volunteers?"

No volunteers.

"Neme, you have very pretty eyes." Kinkle couldn't think of anything more complementary. Though his eyes were a striking emerald colour, unlike the rest of the district.

The two tributes, promising and unpromising, shuffled off into the justice building to await family and friends and to say their final goodbyes.

"Ignis Unda, You are chosen to play in the hunger games, please walk over to the reaping balls" the district 8 escort, Arielle, who was a stout middle-aged woman with curly dark hair, said in a strong capitol accent.

Ignis Unda, as it turned out, was a tall 13-year-old boy with a fire in his eyes. He looked about ready to kill anyone at the reaping. He would be a good tribute, but better if he had been chosen three or four years later. Arielle shook hands with Ignis, but she looked frightened by the craziness that enveloped him.

"Now for the girls," She paused to shuffle her hand around inside the female reaping ball.

"Raine Layton You are chosen to play in the hunger games, please walk over to the reaping balls."

Raine Layton, too, was a 13-year-old. As she walked up to the stage she tripped and fell face-first into the ground. Quickly, Raine picked herself up, and brushed herself off. Raine was the mayor's daughter, but she was known around the district and "8 Career" because she had trained from as soon as she could walk in case she was chosen for the god-awful games. Her caramel blonde hair bounced as she walked quickly, trying to pretend that she hadn't tripped. Arielle and Raine shook hands.

Arielle turned towards the audience and threw her hands up in the air, "The district 8 tributes!"

And the district applauded enthusiastically.

The woods around District 9 were alive and moving today. Birds were flying through the trees and rabbits were hopping about. It would be a good day besides the fact that it was the Reapings.

The Reapings. What was in those 2 words that made all of the mothers in the districts quiver and the younger siblings cry? Fear, not happiness settled over the square outside of the justice building. The mayor of the district (Mayor Glater) stood on the balcony, fidgeting nervously. The people below the platform were all dolled up in their best clothes, waiting for 2 kids to be sent to their deaths. The children, separated into boys and girls, and then into groups for the ages 12-18. The lady standing behind the 2 large reaping balls had her hair spray painted metallic silver. Everyone was waiting for the televised speech from the Capitol to be over.

10 minutes of district-dissing time later Pelly Dlink walked over to the reaping balls.

"Ladies before gentlemen?" and she reached her skinny, bangle-clad arm into the ball.

"Amelie Tintings?"

All of the girl's side let out a breath. Besides one.

Amelie Tintings stood a little towards the back and remembered the time when he got chosen

"Lyron Rayne?" a younger version of Pelly Dlink calls two years ago. Before Amelie fell into depression.

Lyron began to climb up on to the stage.

"any volunteers?"

Oh please, please, Amelie thought, someone, anyone. Just not Lyron

"No? Okay then"

Amelie gasped, tears spilling out of her eyes as they shuttle Lyron and the other tribute into the justice building

She hurries into the justice building, very frantic.

Amelie bursts into Lyron's room. He was sitting on a velvet stool, looking at pictures of past tributes.

"Lyron"

He turns, midnight blue eyes going insane with fear.

"Amelie"

She runs over and cries into his shirt

"I don't want you to go!" she finally says.

"I don't want to either, but I'll win for you and we can live in the victors village together. After I win, I'll come back for you and we can get married!"

"Of course. You always said that as soon as you turned 16 you were going to take me to the justice building and get us married."

Lyron turned Amelie's face up to his and kissed her. A knock was heard at the door and a peacekeeper said "time's up. We have to get the tributes on the train!"

She gets up, and says, I'll be waiting for you"

But he didn't come back. He died one night, being part of the elite 8. A career found him and slit his throat.

Amelie was passionate about doing something that would make the Capitol sorry about what they did to Lyron. She walked up on to the platform, more courage than any tribute from district 9 ever had.

Pelly Dlink shook hands with Amelie and dug around through the boys' reaping ball.

"Hayden Frost?" she said and a bund of boys from the 14 section burst into cheers of stuff like "go get 'em, Hayden!"

A small boy with brownish hair walks on up to the platform, dark blue eyes sparkling. Hayden was a very attractive boy, quite popular at school, and rather confident. But behind his wealthy facade he had a secret. He had no family, no house and lived with the crazies on the streets. Nobody knew but him.

"Any volunteers?" Pelly asks

No volunteers.

"We have our tributes! Amelie Tintings and Hayden Frost! Now please follow the peacekeepers into the justice building"

Author's Second Note: Thanks to the following: Kianabee, Lotte, HungerGamesObsessed, soccergal12, ANNNND Nathalie/Me. Me and my friend Came up with Amelie, so sue me. THANKYOU! (::) (::) (::) cyber cookies