Angel Malet's POV:

I woke up to the screaming voices of my two younger siblings, Ash and Ferry Malet. Ash jumped on my bed, singing some weird song, while Ferry was just along for the ride. I saw the vaguest trace of fear in her young eyes. I rubbed Ash's head as he bounced around, cleverly pushing him away.

"You 'kay, Fer?" I asked her, sitting up. My hair was a brown mess. As I waited for her reply, I reached for my hair brush and beat my locks into submission. I then knotted it into a braid, looking at my unusually quiet sister. She looked up at me, blue eyes wide.

"Just a bit nervous about the Reaping, is all." She mumbled quietly, obviously trying not to let Ash hear her. She was 13, this was only her second Reaping, it was my 4, and Ash was only 11. Holt, my oldest sister was 18 this year. I was a bit afraid for her; she had taken the tesserae for 3 years, before I took some for the family. She had many entries this year. But she would not be afraid, she'd only be spiteful. She hated me for some reason- probably believed my parents loved me best. Not that it was true.

"It's okay, you'll be fine. Here, you want me to help you get dressed?" I asked her, she nodded. I took her to her room, while Ash ran around to the kitchen, probably making breakfast. It was hard bread and some cheese. I took the smallest portion, leaving more for Ash and Ferry. I was skinny, probably too skinny, but I did it for my family.

My mother grabbed a plate of food, taking it into the living area, handing it to my father. He was in a mining accident many years ago, and had been paralyzed since then. He rarely got around, since he needed a special chair. We rarely used it, since it might break. After a solemn breakfast, I grabbed hold of Ferry's arm and Holt followed. Ash would be going with my parents.

Ferry babbled for most of the trip, I talked occasionally, but Holt had developed her uncanny silence skills. When we reached the town square, I led her to the 13 year old groups, then headed towards the 16 year olds. I recognized a few, speaking sparingly. The announcer began, her bright hair sticking out in the landscape of endless grey and black. Even my tan and white outfit fell into the 'blahness' of district 12.

"Happy Hunger Games!" She exclaimed, I crossed my fingers hoping it wasn't me or Ferry. But it seemed fate only granted half of that wish, because the next thing I heard was "Angel Malet!"

Krow Haliss' POV:

I splashed water on my face as I sat next to the pond. I breathed deeply then stood up. It was noon and the Reaping would start in two hours. I slid my dagger into my belt- even though it was unlikely I'd come across anyone in the woods before the Reaping. But the woods had always comforted me- they protected me from my father's disappointment and my mother's death.

The sorrowful tune of a mockingjay began, and I listened quietly, pausing for a few moments. I sent the small polished stone I was holding splashing into the pond, watching the ripples pool out. I ran my hand through my hair, taking a deep breath.

I started the short jog back home. Our house was small and located in the Seam. We had a few neighbors, most of which ignored me. Except for a few girls that would never leave me alone. I walked inside, muttered a short "hello" to my father and went into my bedroom. I had no good clothes for the Reaping, so I just wore jeans and a white shirt. Ever since my mother's death, we'd been exceptionally poor.

By that time it was almost 1:30, and I ran to the town square, where I was promptly sorted into the 18 year old boys group. I heard a few younger boys crying. They could not be chosen for the Reaping. What the Capitol was doing was murder. I quickly calmed down; it wouldn't help to get mad. They would just beat me again. The first few times was agony, when I had been caught poaching in the woods. Ever since then, I had been more careful not to be caught. I saw my father out of the corner of my eye. So he had shown up. That was unlike him.

He never seemed to care about me. I think he still blamed me for mother's death. But both he and I know that her death was not my fault. He was stubborn that way, so was I. But we had different values.

The brand new announcer came and said some bright words. "And may the odds be ever in your favor!" She ended with a brief laugh and tossed her bubble-gum pink hair. It sickened me to the core.

"Yes, let's be happy about the murder of 23 children…" I whispered angrily. A boy next to me obviously heard and gave a brief head nod. The next few moments were a blur as I remember. A young girl, probably around 16 years old was chosen. She was extremely skinny, and I thought I'd recognized her from somewhere.

Oh yes, she lived down the street from me. Her father was paralyzed or something of that nature. I pitied her family. "Boys next!" The announcer said, sticking a hand into the container, grasping around for that fateful sheet of paper. The paper that could end your life. The neat pencil writing of some poor boys name… "Krow Haliss!" She said.

My stomach dropped.

I put my face into a mask of neutrality. My father looked shocked as well, but also a hint of… joy? Did he honestly think I was getting what I deserved? I'd show him that I could survive this. And maybe he'd stop thinking I was a failure. Maybe I'd even save a few children. Anything for his acceptance.

Author's note:

Believe it or not, that concludes the reapings! I am looking forward to writing the next few chapters. Just so you know, from now on I will be only writing from select POVs. Based upon how interesting I think the situation is right now for them. In the matter of alliances, I will be deciding who is in what alliance and why. Just sit tight. After all- you volunteered them for this. I hope you will enjoy the story, I know I will enjoy writing it.

I will probably divide the rest of the games into day-by-day chapters. Yes this means I could have 10 entries or more in the actual games. I want to be as descriptive as possible! The next chapters will be in 2 or 3 parts- The train rides! Yay! Time for the tributes to think a bit and get introduced to their fellow district partner aaaannnd…. Their mentor.

P.S. I will change the title of my story. This title will not only reflect the plotline, but also give a vital clue to THE SETTING of the Games! I hope you like it and can find it easily now!