Wooo! I am writing like the wind! My fingers keep on getting cramp :P 3 tributes in one day? It has to be a record :) I want to say the biggest thank you of them all to RiversOfVenice! MY FiRST EVER REVIEWER AND SUBMITTER! I LOVE YOU LIKE A FAT KID LOVES CAKE! hahahahah! Hope you like Nate, I really enjoyed writing him, if I didn't get him right, let me know! REVIEW GUYS!

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Nate Morgue-District 11

I woke up to my younger brother, Klaus screaming the house down. I rolled onto my side with a groan. Would he ever calm down? He runs around the house like he's high all the time. I swear he actually has something wrong with his brain that makes him crazy and insane.

'MANDA.' I yell to one of my sisters. She's usually the one in charge of taking care of the littlies, she has the most patience. Dad can't really help out, being deaf and all. And Mum is pregnant...again. She seriously needs to get a hobbie. Vee is just hateful, I'm lazy and Hector is a baby. So, what can you do other than call on the best man for the job?

I hear thumps and more wails coming from the room next door, and I cover my pillow over my head, blocking out the annoying sounds. It lets up a bit when I can hear Amanda making soothing sounds, the only thing out of peoples mouths that Kalus can stand. If you changed your tone, even the slightest, he would go off on one again. I think we need to get him checked.

Eventually, Amanda seems to get him to calm down completely before Hector starts crying too. You do not want to see him in one of his fits. He screams if anyone else touches him other than Manda. She is like wonder woman. She looks after both of them without complaint, and I seriously think she...enjoys it. I know, crazy, right? She stays at the house all day everyday to look after them while everyone else works in the fields. To be honest, I prefer it. I wouln't want to sit at home all day looking after the cry babies. It would annoy me too much.

Manda helps out the most other than our parents, who aren't even that helpful any more. Vee never helps out, why would she? She's all for herself and only helps if she gets things in return. When she makes an offer like that, we mostly refuse, so I think that's why she hated us, Amanda and I. She thinks we never do anything for the family (AKA, Her). Might be true in my case, I don't really help out. I'm not too great with the kids, or cooking, or washing, or anything really. But Manda? She's as nice as pie and does everything she can to help. But she is seriously annoying sometimes, always upbeat and trying to put a happy twist on things when sometimes we want to be sad.

I get off the bed and stretch. I walk to my bedroom mirror, and run my fingers through my long black hair. My hazel brown eyes staring back at me. I quickly dress into my best white and blue shirt, brown trousers and black boots. They're the smartest clothes I own.

I trudge out of my room and walk into Klaus and Hector's room. I see Manda sat on the end of Klaus' bed and rocking Hector in her arms. She was wearing her pyjama's still, and her long black hair was mussed up from sleep.

"Oh, hi Nate? How are you? Did the kids wake you? Oh, I'm really sorry. Your already dressed? You look really smart. You should wear more clothes like that often." She babbles. "I was thinking about wearing my pink dress for the reaping and dressing up Klaus and Hector up in matching clothes for the reaping. Are you scared for the reaping? I am, did you know it was my first time this year..." She trails off when she see's me yawning, and frowns.

"Please, keep talking. I always yawn when I am interested." I say with a smirk. Her shoulders sag in disappointment before continuing with her mindless babble. I leave the room without another word. I'm halfway down the hall until I hear her constant talking stop. She must of realised I left.

I lope downstairs for a small breakfast. Some of the family is already sat down at the tiny table. Mum and Dad talking to eachother in sign language. Vee was scowling at me.

"Don't keep your face like that for too long, or the wind will change and you'll stay ugly forever, unless you go to the Capitol and have surgery, that is." I say to Vee, whose frown deepens and she gives me her death glare. I make a point of sighing heavily.

"If only looks could kill."

"Shut up Nate. I hate you." She snaps shrilly. This draws my mums attention, and she shakes her head at Vee disapprovingly. Our mother wanted to raise us right and succeeded with Amanda.

I ignore them and sit in my usual seat at the end of the table, shoveling in the small plate of porridge in front of me.

My dad makes some motions with his hands. Are you worried? I replied, Kind of, I have a feeling something bad will happen. My dad nods in undersatnding. I don't even remember what his voice sounds like, he went deaf when I was 6, and after that his speaking got messed up, so we all just had to learn sign language.

"Don't worry about it honey." My mum says sweetly, while Vee snorts. "Says you mum, your practically wetting yourself with worry." My mum scowls at Vee. Vee has always been scary good at reading people. Not many people enjoy listening to her evaluations.

"Two more years Vee, two more years." I say wistfully. Vee sneers at me and returns to her breakfast.

Amanda skips down the stairs cheerily, Hector in her arms and Klaus sliding down on his bum behind her. She sets Hector in his high chair and sits Klaus down on his own chair.

Instantly, Klaus loads his spoon with porridge and starts flicking it around the room. No-one bothers to stop him. Klaus doesn't like being told what to do.

Amanda spoon feeds Hector while talking to dad.

Morning Daddy, how are you?

I'm good thanks pet, you?

Oh, I'm just fine and dandy as always.

I don't bother to listen to the rest of the conversation. Its sickeningly sweet.

"Nate! Are you scared for the reaping?" Manda asks me again, genuinely concerned. I roll my eyes.

"Of course not!" I say, my voice dripping with sarcasm. "Best to keep your mouth shut and let the world think you're an idiot rather than open your mouth and prove it." I say to her pointedly. She shrugs as if it didn't effect her and returns to her conversation with dad.

All too soon, we're off. Walking down the road as one big family, ready to go to the reaping. My mum gave me and Manda a photo of the family each, as a district token. Just incase we were reaped.

I walked towards the male section and stood with a cluster of 14 year olds. Soon, my friends join me. Duncan, Isabella and Horace. Duncan and Isabella were twins. We do idle chit-chat. The twins fighting over something unimportant, me and Horace chatting about some research he had recently come across. My heart wasn't really into it, my gaze kept on drifting to where Isabella stood, laughing while trying to slap Duncan away. Horace knows I'm bored, so he drifts off back into his own little world, and I go and join the twins.

I stare at Bella. She has a huge crush on me, ever since we were little. She was very beautiful, with her chocolate brown curls and kind brown eyes. That was why I called her Bella. It meant beautiful in some dead language, I think it was called Italian or something.

"Nervous Duckie?" Bella asks Duncan.

"Not really, you Rining Bell?" Duncan replies. I chuckle at their ridiculous nicknames for eachother.

"Bella, don't tease the ugly duckling." I say. As usual, she blushes at my name for her. She knows what it means. Duncan makes a sound in protest, but the clock strikes one.

Mayor Theen walks to the stage and reads out the history of Panem. Most people find this boring, but I'm fascinated by our history. I'm always reading the books, trying to find out something extra. I sometimes get to miss out on harvest duty. My dad sometimes takes my shifts for me so I can read. He moves onto the treaty, but this is when I zone out. It's stupid and boring. We don't need it being repeated, we can watch it on Tv.

Dina, the escort, gets up and trots to the reaping ball for the girls. Her long cat-like nails scratch the glass and the sound makes me wince.

"Anastasia Moore."

All is silent as people start to look for the tribute. Soon, mumbles of unease ripple through the crowd. Why hasn't a tribute come forward yet?

"Anastasia...It's you. You've been reaped." A girls voice says urgently. Another pause.

Then, suddenly, a girl emerges from a small cluster in the 13's section. She was very tall and slim and very pretty. She had thick, dark hair piled up into a pony tail. She walked to the stage stiffly, looking positively terrified. I hear a boy start crying. It was a horrible sound, as if he had ripped his own heart out. At the sound, Anastasia looked as if she'd gained more confidence, she looked, braver. Her eyes searched the crowd and landed on the weeping boy. She mouthed three words and her face transformed from confident to determined. She would go far in the games, I decided.

"Nate Morgue." The voice rang out, loud and clear. There was no mistaking that it was me being reaped. I didn't hesitate like Anastasia, I quickly walked to the stage, my arms swinging out behind me. I wanted to get this over as quickly as possible. I took my place next to the female tribute and stared out to the crowd.

I instantly spotted Amanda, trembling with fear and sadness, tears dripping steadily from her eyes. She feels my gaze and looks up at me. I roll my eyes at her and wink.

She only shakes her head sadly and continues to cry.

I feel a bit put off. I wasn't dead yet.