Wesley Jenkins, District 5 (20)

Older brother to Evelyn Jenkins (deceased)

Being home felt weird, epically since it was the first time in 2 years that I'd stepped foot inside the door. I could tell that Jo wasn't feeling comfortable either, as she kept casting nervous glances around what used to be our living room. Or maybe that was because our little sister was in a bad state. Well, it's not like anyone in the Hunger Games could be in a "good state" anyway.

We sat in silence in my family's cramped lounge, watching Evelyn and her kind district partner, Zach, as they were displayed on the screen. They looked like a young couple sitting together in silence, watching a beautiful sun set, but we all knew that it wasn't the case. Evelyn was dying.

We knew it was inevitable from the day her name was called out at the reaping, but even then I still had a small glimmer of hope that my baby sister could some how make it back home alive. This hope was smashed as soon as she got her foot caught in that trap.

We had all seen the District 4 boy smear venom from that monstrous snake onto the crossbow's blade that went through Evelyn's foot. It was over from the moment we noticed her blood starting to thin; a sure sign that the snake's venom was slowly making its way through her system. Aristos Charis' constant commentary of the situation wasn't definitely wasn't helping.

Joanna and I decided to visit our family during what we thought to be a difficult time, even though this meant taking unpaid time off the work that we so desperately needed. Our family has ten children, so you can guess that the money would be pretty tight.

I felt a squeeze on my leg and I looked down to see my girlfriend's hand resting on my knee. She smiled up at me and I instantly felt better. Mabel Hues was a girl that I could never have dreamed that I'd end up with one day. She was a year ahead of me at school and was probably one of the most popular people I'd ever known. Everyone knew Mabel Hues. Her sister, Artimis, was her complete opposite. I'd always thought that the Hues family had two children, Mabel and her wrestling-star brother Declan, but it turns out that there was a third child. I'd asked Evelyn to point her out to me one afternoon when I came to fetch her from school and if it wasn't for her, I'd never have noticed the quiet red-head sitting alone in the corner with a pallet of paint. Turns out they were in the same class.

"He's giving her the last of the morphling," Joanna said quietly, looking away from the screen. "I don't even want to think about what's going to happen when it wares off."

I didn't want to think about it either, but images of Evelyn withering in pain and screaming at people that weren't there invaded my mind anyway.

"I'm going to check on the little ones," said my mother, swiftly getting out of her seat and leaving the room. We all knew that the younger children were perfectly fine where they were, but we understood that she needed an excuse to leave the room.

"I'm glad the kids aren't here to see this," whispered Joanna, looking sideways at me. "Rather have them remember Evelyn had the happy, healthy girl she was. Not like this."

I turned back to the screen where Evelyn and Zach were now talking. The camera zoomed in to give the audience a change to hear the words that were exchanged. Turns out that she was talking about us.

"...I can see them all; Mom, Dad, the little ones. Even Joanna and Wesley are there, which is nice because I hardly get to see them since they moved out."

I looked over at Joanna to see that she was looking just as guilty as I felt. We really should have made more of an effort to visit our family since we moved out. Neither of us had realised how much Evelyn missed us and now we would never have the chance to make it right.

Now she was talking about our younger sister, Estelle, and how she only ever liked the red flowers. That was true. Once I'd taken her out for a walk, way before the three youngest were born, and picked her every wildflower I could find until I held a huge bunch. When I'd presented it to her, took it gladly, but picked out every flower that wasn't red and left a trail of multi-coloured flowers behind us as we walked home. I smiled at the memory. It seemed so long ago now.

"...Do I have to count to three before they start?"

"Yes, otherwise Konrad will cheat. You'd better watch him carefully."

I suppressed a laugh. This was true too. Konrad was much too competitive for his own good; a lesson I had learned the hard way when he filled my walking boots up with mud because I beat him in a running face. I'd almost forgotten this event.

I frowned slightly. Had I really been gone for so long that I'd started to forget just what made me love my family so much? Was Jo feeling the same way? Why had I waited so long before going back home? I was so lost in thought that I almost didn't notice Zach pulling out his knife. Mabel gasped besides me, but I remained quiet. Zach was doing the most noble and humane thing he could.

"...One-"

"-Two-"

"-Three."

We watched in silence has Zach's blade entered Evelyn's chest. Her eyes opened and she stared up at Zach, but I could have sworn that I saw a hint of a smile cross her face before her eyes closed for the last time. She was where she wanted to be. Home.

Serenity "Ren" Gold, District 1 (14)

Younger sister to Seni Gold (deceased)

"This is so boring," I muttered to Bijou as I tapped my pencil on the edge of the desk in front of me. "Seriously, they're just sleeping. Can't we go home now?"

Bijou grinned slightly as she stifled a yawn, closing her blue eyes for a few seconds before training them back onto the large screen before us. "I know right," she agreed, casting a quick glance around the room to make sure that no one had noticed them talking. "Not even your hot brother can make this stupid night class any more interesting."

I gave her a playful push. "Hey, quite calling my brother hot. It's weird."

Bijou shrugged. "Well it's true. You should have heard how Glitter and Ivory were going on about him the other day."

"I don't think I really want to-"

"-Ren, shut it!"

Our attention snapped to the front where my older sister, Gulianna, had turned around in her seat to glare at us.

"Honestly, don't you two realise that when you whisper in a quiet room, everyone can hear you? Quit talking about Seni and take notes. You're lucky you're even in this class."

I pulled a face at her and started doodling on my note pad again. I knew that we were supposed to be taking notes on what we learned while watching the careers "in action", but drawing Gulianna getting eaten by the lizard-beats that ate that District 10 boy a few days ago was far more entertaining. Bijou, clearly curious to see what I was doing, eyed my work suspiciously and burst into a helpless fit of giggles as she realised what my drawing was.

"Ren!" Gulianna was glaring at me again.

"What?" I demanded, crossing my arms. "That was Bijou, not me!"

Gulianna rolled her eyes. "Yeah, but you no doubt provoked it. Just shut up and watch. I would make you go home, but you'd like that, wouldn't you?"

"We'd all like that..."

Gulianna gave me one last glare and turned back to the TV. I gave Bijou a shrug and went back to drawing my picture. Just as I was adding flames to my cartoon-Gulianna's hair, the real Gulianna turned around again and said, "Seriously Ren, can't you keep quiet?"

"What they hell? That wasn't even me!"

"Don't lie," she snapped, glaring again. "Who else would be stupid enough to-?"

"-Uh, that would be me Gulianna."

The entire class turned to face the petite 15-year-old sitting two rows from the back. Even though the room was dark and I couldn't see her chestnut brown hair and electric blue eyes, there was no doubt about whom that voice belonged to.

"Oh, I'm sorry Chiffon," stammered Gulianna, sitting back down in her seat. "I thought it was Ren."

"No worries," was Chiffon's cheerful reply. "I shouldn't have been talking anyway. I just needed a pencil sharpener."

"Wait a second!" I said sharply, staring daggers at my sister. "Why is it okay that she gets to talk while you bitch at me every time I open my mouth?"

"Because you're my sister, dumbass. Plus you're not actually supposed to be in this class. You're lucky that you were invited here so show the rest of us some respect."

"Nah uh," I said, shaking my head. "I bet the only reason you're being nice to Chiffon Silver is because you're scared of her brother."

Damask Silver was two years older than me and had already been picked as the volunteer tribute for the 51st Hunger Games. He would have been picked for the quell next year, but Lex Lesuri beat him to it. To say Damask was cold would be a bit of an understatement. That boy was like a freaking snow storm! Not to mention insane too...I honestly thought that he had some deep, psychological problems. And then there were those rumours regarding his mother's disappearance a few years ago...Yeah, it was best to stay away from Damask Silver. Annoying Chiffon definitely wasn't a good start. Chiffon doesn't exactly like her brother, but it's no secret that he's fiercely over protective towards her. Seriously, he would hunt down and kill anyone who would ever harm her. No joke.

Chiffon just sighed. "I don't blame her. Even I'm a little afraid of Damask sometimes."

"I'm not scared of him."

"You should be," was Chiffon's serious reply. "Trust me; he's someone to be wary of." She sighed again. "Oh well, I think we should all get back to watching now."

Gulianna gave a curt nod and, glaring at me for one final time, turned back to the TV screen. I flipped her off behind her back and went back to my drawing.

It must have been at least ten minutes before I felt Bijou elbowing me in the ribs.

"What?" I hissed, annoyed that she'd made me draw a thick line down the middle of my cartoon.

"Maddie's awake."

"So? No one here actually likes her."

That must was true. The students at the Career Academy detested little Maddie for volunteering before the chosen student, Octavia Le Ileum, had a chance to put up her hand. If she was actually a student here, she'd better wish she will be killed in the games because the punishment for volunteering when you're not supposed to is very severe. I guess the Academy wouldn't be too harsh on her because she's not actually from here, but the students would probably hate her until the day she died. Especially Octavia.

"Look, she's going towards your brother."

Now the whole class was sitting up in their seats and watching the screen intently. Even I couldn't pretend not to be interested. Just what were our District 1 tributes doing?

Then Maddie drew her knife.

"No!" cried Gulianna. "Seni! Wake up!"

Usually I'd have made fun of her for shouting at a TV screen, but I didn't even think about it in this situation. If I wasn't rooted to my seat in fear, I'd have been standing up too and shouting for all I was worth.

No one dared to breathe as they watched the small 12-year-old make her way over to where Seni was sleeping. You could almost see the tension in the air. The small give knelt down besides my sleeping brother and lifted the knife over his chest. Then, as Gulianna choked back sobs, she plunged it into his chest.

The cannon boomed.

No one in the room spoke. We were all still in shock. This was probably the first time that someone had turned on their district partner so early in the Games; well unless you counted the District 5 boy stabbing his partner out of pity earlier in the evening. We all expected her to stab on of the other Careers next, but the little girl ignored them and scampered off into the darkness.

I didn't realise that I was shaking until I stood up and started to speak.

"That little bitch is dead," I said, spitting out my words with anger. "If she ever comes back to District 1, I'll make sure to do the job myself."

Just so you know, I'm taking pride in how quick this update was! School is calming down so expect more soon.

Thanks for all your wonderful tribute submissions. I've been getting tributes from people that I didn't even know were reading. Well maybe that's because they never review. Haha well it was nice knowing that you guys are reading. I feel special (but I'd feel more special if you reviewed). Anyways, I still need a few more tributes; namely 2 females (from either 3, 6, 8, 10 11) and 4 males (from either 2 [please guys, I don't want to have to kill a Career in the bloodbath], 4 [again, I'd like Careers], 5, 7, 9, 10 or 11. Just PM me and I'll send you the form.

One part of this chapter I really enjoyed was introducing some of the new tributes. I won't tell you exactly who they are, but I'm sure you can guess. If I do more chapters like these, I'll be sure to have the new submissions in too.

Thanks for reading!