Just a note about the reasons they were voted in. There will be a list after District 12 which states the most common reason given for them being voted in. I hope this helps!

Indy Arnold POV:

I clambered onto the saddle on top of the grey horse, the largest of the bunch. I turned to grin at Hayden and Miles as they took the reins of their horses. The other horses, about forty, plodded around the large field, not really taking much notice of us. I was surprised the horses were this well behaved as they were not ours, they were old man Wickle's. He was a grumpy man who lived next door to my family's ranch. He was always shouting at me since I was a child. So we decided to give him a little scare. We would return his horses after we had taken them for a joyride.

My hand shot up into the air, signaling for Wendy to open the gate. The small girl smiled but struggled with the large, rusty metal latch. She groaned with frustration as she pulled it open and then let it drop. The sound it made echoed through the endless, sandy land. She winced and I was about to tell her off for causing a noise when one of the horses in front of me reared on it's hind legs and started to run in a circle.

"What is it doing?" Miles asked, fear in his voice. I shrugged and signaled for Wendy to close the gate. She gave a nod and started to lift the gate and push forward when her hand slipped, letting the gate once again, crash into the ground, the hinges squeaking as they shuddered against the force. Before any of us had time to react, the horse bolted out of the gate, Wendy just dodging the large beast. My horse then followed, running at full speed along with the other animals. Hayden screamed in fear as her horse ran alongside mine. She pulled at the rains and begged for it to stop but it just carried on, fear in it's eyes.

Wendy, panicked and tried to run away but tried to cross before the rest of the horses had made it out of the gate. She screamed as a horse ran into her, knocking her to the ground. She tried to crawl away but with every horse that ran over her, more bones shattered, he screams becoming more muffled until Hayden's horse stood on her blooded face, crushing it.

I watched, with tears in my eyes as the horse Hayden was sat up on, flipped in the air. Hayden flying off with it. My horses carried on until Hayden's screaming form was out of site. I looked over to Miles who was trying his hardest to make his horse stop. Being an experienced rider, he was able to guide the horse away from the stampede. However, the horse quickly raised up on it's hind legs and bucked him off, leaving him curled up on the sandy earth before rejoining the rest of the stampede.

I started to weep, too frightened to try and pull my horse over. My friends were most likely all dead and it was only going to get worse.

"Get out of the way!" I tried to call to the little boy, no older than five, who wandered in front of the moving sea of horses, his eyes wide with wonder. A blonde woman screamed and ran in front of us too, picking up the small boy as they were both pulled under the horses. I screamed in fear and pain for the rest of the way, just wishing it would come to an end. It took a few hours for anyone to come to my aid and then, they only saw me as a monster. I had killed a young boy and his mother and Wendy. Miles and Hayden had survived but had suffered multiple broken limbs. I told the Peacekeepers that they had nothing to do with it, not wanting to make their situation worse. As far as everyone was concerned, it was me, myself andI who caused the stampeded the horses that day, Wendy, Miles, and Hayden were trying to stop me.

Daston Smart POV:

I watched as my older sister held down the struggling bird and held the clever over her neck. The hen cried for help but my sister still slammed down the blade, cutting its head clean it off. The chicken still flapped and slipped through my sister's hand, spraying her with blood. I watched, without a care as it ran past me, covering my pants legs in smelly crimson liquid.

"Dast!" my sister shouted as she ran past me, chasing the chicken, "You could have stopped it for me," she sighed, throwing the clever at it but missing. The chicken continued to run. Into the garden next door, covering the freshly washed clothes the old woman was hanging out in blood.

"Excuse me?" she snapped as my sister ran into her garden. The chicken continued to run into a brick wall and came to a stop. I watched as my elder sister pleaded with our neighbor, trying to convince her it was a mistake.

I broke my gaze and looked at the crimson trail that was around the garden and then over to the headless body that was twitching. I pulled myself away from the wall I was leaning against and walked towards the house. As I approached the door, my little sister, Mai, wondered outside, holding a small rabbit teddy. She looked at all the blood and then at the chicken head on the floor, tears in her eyes.

"Is that...teddy?" she asked, her large blue eyes looking up at me. I stopped and looked at her, sadness in my eyes. She had taken a liking to one chick when they hatched, a chick that grew up into a fluffy white hen, she called it teddy. We tried to keep it alive but her feathers would bring a large profit.

"That's life, Mia...it's cruel," I sighed, turning and walking into the house, blocking out my little sister's broken cries. My older brother, James, ran over to conceal her, taking her in his arms.

"What the hell did you tell her-"

"It's not my fault, you lot are the ones that killed the darn thing!" I growled back, storming to my room and falling onto my bed. I just wanted to sleep, get away from my life.

"Daston Smart!" the escort called, the cameras turning to face me. I looked up at my uncaring face on the screen as the children in the thirteen-year-old section made way for me. My family screamed my name, James even tried to run towards me but a Peacekeeper stopped him. There were no volunteers this year, even though he wouldn't volunteer anyway. Why would anyone volunteer for me? My family hated me.

This morning, they woke up to find Mai cutting the heads off all of her toys in anger over Teddy's death. The family blamed me and they had right to. Mai was only five, she didn't need to understand who terrible life was at the moment. I had crushed her childhood so I had no sympathy for myself when it came to being reaped.

When I took the stage, a weeping Indy greeted me but I had no sympathy for her either. She was an idiot and because of it, she killed three people, one of which was one of Mai's school friends. Sure, the boy would most likely of had a terrible life if he had lived but she had no right to take that away. I knew one thing, though. I would be the only tribute in that arena that wanted death. I had wanted to end my life for months but never wanted to do it myself or hurt my family. The Games offered the perfect chance to die without seeming selfish and the chance for someone to kill me. Unlike everyone else, I was looking forward to dying.