IT'S TIME. It's time for this to officially start.

Seshafi Ari, age 18

District 1 Female

I hate people. Well, I don't hate people, I hate being near them. That's why I'm standing in the very corner of the eighteen year old section, trying to get as far away from everybody as possible.

The mayor and our escort, Amity, took the stage. Immediately, I straightened. If I'm going to volunteer today, I need to look good on camera.

The mayor makes the proper introductions, shows the Dark Days video, blah blah blah. All the same stuff as usual. Seriously, they can't change that video even a little bit? It's been the same for 150 years.

Amity walks to the microphone. That's when the smiling begins. It's almost time. I'm so glad that I'm getting this chance to prove myself. Different people have their different reasons for deciding to train. Mine was that my sister simply told me I couldn't because it would be too hard for me. I signed up the next day, just to prove her wrong.

And now look at me. About to volunteer for the biggest Games in the history of Panem.

"Welcome everybody, to the reaping for the 150th Annual Hunger Games!" Amity announced into the microphone, and a majority of the people in the crowd clapped. "Let's not wait any longer!" Amity walked over to the girl's reaping bowl and chose a slip. "Your first tribute in this year's Hunger Games is..." Amity unfolded the slip. "Juno Glam!"

Quickly, I made sure there was no spinach stuck in my teeth from my vegetarian breakfast this morning, then I raised my hand and shouted, "I volunteer!"

This would be a challenge, but it was one I was willing to take on. I had to prove that I could do this.

Vasilissa LeTanya, age 17

District 1 Female

I can't believe that Egyptian girl got to volunteer before me. I had only met her once before, as she didn't train at the main Academy. But still Seshafi was chosen to volunteer.

Somebody squeezed my hand. I looked to my left and into the face of my girlfriend, Crystal. She must be nervous for me, although I'm not sure why. I'm going to win. How does she not know that?

On stage, Amity is congratulating Seshafi. Mentally, I challenge Amity that I can volunteer faster than she can call out the name. Because, why not? Competitions are fun. Especially ones with lots of people.

Amity chose another slip, and I tensed to run to the stage.

"Hey, Vasilissa," Crystal whispered, and I turned to look at her. She opened her mouth, but then closed it and forced a smile. "Give 'em hell out there." I grinned.

"Your second tribute for the Sixth Quarter Quell is," Amity said, unfolding the slip. But I was faster.

"I volunteer!" I yelled, faking a sob. I'm sure the Capitol will be puzzling over that for weeks. It was unexpected.

I like being unexpected.

I ran to the stage, feeling the rush of adrenaline that I love. Sure, winning the Games would be great, but the attention would be a little much. I may have been one of the six chosen volunteers, but I also want to feel the thrill of being in the arena.

Because adrenaline rushes feel great.

Juliette Volontario, age 17

District 1 Female

As I watched Vasilissa run to the stage, a rock of nervousness settled in my stomach. I'm next. I'm supposed to volunteer next. I want to, though. I want to show the people who thought I couldn't do this that I can. I'm not spiteful, I just don't talk very much, so I must seem weak to everybody else.

"District One, your second tribute is Vasilissa LeTanya!" Amity announced, and Vasilissa grinned. I clapped quietly for her.

"And now," Amity said. "Your third tribute." She chose a slip, and crossed back to the microphone. I took a deep breath, held it, and exhaled slowly. "The third female in the Sixth Quarter Quell is Miss Valentina Silver!"

A wail rose up from the back of the reaping pen. A twelve year old. And so I said, "I volunteer."

The girl reached the stage, sobbing. Amity looked confused. She must not have heard me. I raised my hand and said louder, "I volunteer!"

As I made my way through my age section and into the main aisle, somebody shouted, "Hey, it's the Playboy's Daughter!" I clenched my fists, trying not to get mad. When I was little, my birth mother died, and my dad had spent a lot of time dating other women, but they only got with him because of his wealth and status. They ended up leaving when they found out I existed. One day, I went to the Academy and everybody was calling me the Playboy's Daughter. I have no clue who told everybody about my dad.

I climbed up the steps of the stage easily, joining Seshafi and Vasilissa. Amity gave me the microphone.

"What's your name, my dear?" she asked.

I looked out into the crowd of people, and wanted to hide. Quietly, I said into the microphone, "Juliette Volontario." And then I took my spot next to Seshafi and Vasilissa, a tribute in the 150th Hunger Games.

Venus Jett, age 18

District 1 Female

I couldn't help but look back to the fifteen year old section, where Lacie should have been standing. She should be there, not murdered when she was only four. Most people have no idea that I have this soft side to me, because I am the leader of the biggest, baddest gang this district has ever seen. To lead a gang, you need to strong, cruel, you need to show no mercy or risk being kicked out.

So I got a reputation as a cruel leader, and I suppose I really am a cruel person. Would you be a softie if you saw your sister and parents murdered when you were only seven? Didn't think so.

Amity was back at the girl's reaping ball, taking her sweet time choosing a name. Would you hurry up? I thought, annoyed. Capitol people think that the world revolved around them, that they could just do whatever they wanted, whenever they wanted. Well, news flash! The world doesn't revolve around you, and not everything is handed to you on a silver platter. I learned that the hard way.

"The fourth female tribute representing District One is," Amity said, unfolding the paper. "Raquelle Darin!"

"I volunteer!" I shouted, but somebody else had said it, too. I narrowed my eyes, and spotted somebody running for the aisle, and when I saw their face, my blood boiled. Sabrina Honour, the girl I hated more than anything else. She was about to take my spot as a tribute. "Oh, no you don't," I muttered, and took off, running through my section and I tackled Sabrina, and quickly got her into a choke hold.

"If you say this," I whispered in her ear. "I will let you go. Say Venus Jett is the volunteer, not me." Sabrina tried to fight me, but I just tightened my grip, and yelled at her, "Say it!"

Finally, she choked out, "Venus Jett is the volunteer, not me." I released her, and strode up the steps.

That's how I deal with things in my way. The other tributes better look out for me.

Topaz Bautista, age 15

District 1 Female

Why the Academy chose me as one of the volunteers, I'll never figure out. I hate it there, but my parents wanted me to train, so I did. And somehow, I was chosen to volunteer. Don't ask me.

I never wanted to be a tribute. The Hunger Games is a terrible, awful competition that kills innocent children, and now I'm forced to play in one with six times the normal amount of players. In One, we take the Games with pride. Look at what just happened with Venus and that other girl. Pride can be a good thing, but too much can get you killed. Or strangled, in that case.

On stage, Amity was congratulating Venus, the fourth volunteer so far. I looked over to the boy's section, and saw my older brother Garnet looking back at me. I know he's upset that he isn't volunteering this year, but his only sister is. He gave me a thumbs up, then pointed to the stage. Amity was back at the microphone.

"Well, this is very exciting. Four volunteers! Let's see if we will have another!" Amity said, then picked another name. She unfolded the paper, and called out the name, "Jade Luxurious!"

I stiffened. I knew Jade. She was Garnet's girlfriend, and a friend of mine. But she didn't train. Her family didn't have enough money to send her to the Academy. I knew she wouldn't last a day out in that arena.

As much as I just wanted to stay here, to live out the rest of my life in District One, I knew I couldn't let Jade into that arena. Garnet would be crushed, and I couldn't see my brother like that. So, with my heart breaking, I raised my hand and yelled, "I volunteer!"

Ferris List, age 16

District 1 Female

I ran my fingers through my purple dyed hair as the fifteen year old girl volunteered. Stupid. She wasn't going to survive. Not with all of these extra tributes. Even in a normal year, she would be lucky if she survived the bloodbath.

I was getting a little tired of Amity and her squeaky voice. This reaping was taking forever. And we still had the boys left. Couldn't Amity just ask for the volunteers? She must have known that District One had designated volunteers for these Games. So why keep drawing names? It was stupid. There was always a volunteer...

"The final female is Ferris List!" Amity said, and I looked up, immediately angry. Did she just say my name? I guess I would do okay in the Games - after all, my parents disowned me a while back ever since I told them I was bisexual, and I had been living on the streets ever since - but I wasn't a Career. Sure, I had trained a little was I was younger, but I hadn't stepped foot in the Academy in years.

There was going to be a volunteer. There always was.

But not this time.

When nobody stepped forward, I felt my face get bright red from anger as I turned and slammed everybody out of my way as I made my way to the center aisle. This wasn't right. There was always a volunteer. Why was nobody stepping forward?

Thoroughly pissed off, I stomped up the steps, and joined the five other girls. Amity asked for volunteers, but got no response. I crossed my arms, and huffed out a breath as Amity moved on to the boys.

This wasn't going to be fun.

AHHHHH I actually started this! It took long enough, huh? So, here are the female tributes for District One! Thank you to:

SparkALeah for Seshafi,

Golden Moon Huntress for Vasilissa,

66samvr for Juliette,

The Fire Blossom for Venus,

and Dreaming of Starry Skies for Ferris

(Topaz is my sister's tribute, and she doesn't have an account). I hope I did them all justice! With this being my first SYOT, please give me some feedback. If I completely butchered your character's personality, let me know! Reviews are appreciated, so review away! Let me know what you thought of these tributes, what I can do to make my writing better, anything you want to tell me. Next chapter we'll be seeing the males for District One. Until next time!

-D9T