Geoffory Watson

District Five Male

KingofKong1

"True fear is not something you feel. It is something that is drilled deep into your subconscious until you can no longer escape it. True fear is an inescapable doom."

When people see me they stop and stare.

I don't really blame them, it's rare that they do see me.

When I was five, I watched my first Hunger Games. I watched the girl from 5 be slowly ripped apart by mutts. The boy got to the final two before being tortured by the girl from four.

From the moment it was over I knew this couldn't be my fate. I read every victor autobiography in the library but it wasn't enough. When I turned ten I began training for real.

I couldn't be killed like everyone else that went into the games.

I just couldn't.

Don't get me wrong, I wouldn't volunteer or anything. I just... want to be prepared.

When I quit school my mother nearly kicked me out of the house. The only thing that stopped her was my father. He didn't really care either but he knew it would be bad for his image if his only son was kicked out.

I only go back to the house to get the occasional thing or to eat or attend an important event like the Reaping. For the four years I've been living like this I have talked to my parents a maximum of 10 times.

Great parents right!

I go upstairs and walk into my 'room.' Possibly the only nice thing my parents have done for me is to let me keep it.

I rummage around my box of clothes to find something socially acceptable to wear. I find a pair of ripped jeans and a vest which are just about passable.

I slip open the door and make my escape. I always feel claustrophobic in that house.

Normally, this would be my biggest battle but today is the Reaping.

Let the Games begin.

Avy-Anna Greene

District Five Female

OH MY GODDDDDD

"I would challenge you to a battle of wits... but it seems that you are unarmed."

Like normal the Reaping is too much pressure for me and I have to resist the urge to run away from the square and find a secluded spot.

I take a few deep breaths and I feel calmer. I can dothis. Just a little while more and I can go home.

The Escort steps on stage and I feel weirdly comforted. She looks fairly normal and I feel better knowing that if I am picked I won't have to spend my last days with a wannabe unicorn.

After the long speech and video she goes over to the balls.

"Avy-Anna Greene!" She chirps enthusiastically. Instantly my palms get sweaty and I struggle to breath. I feel a sharp push on my back and I begin to make my day onto the stage, begging myself not to cry.

I apparently don't listen to myself.

Tears begin to roll down my cheeks and I begin to hyperventilate but I manage to compose myself before getting on the stage.

The escort looks at me and I see a flash of sympathy but in less than a second her face is back to normal. Empty as a doll.

She pulls out a name and I almost start crying again.

Ghost Watson.

He's only a year older than me but he's somehow made himself a legend in 5. No one has seen him for about 4 years since he quit school and rumour is that he lives in the woods.

The odds are not in my favour.

Amber Blacksmith

District Six Female

1-red-1

"Good things come to those who work their asses off and never give up!"

I used to believe in luck. I used to believe all the crap about Karma and that shit.

When my mother died I realised it was bullshit.

Religions love to bleat on about how 'someone is watching us' but let me tell you: If that was true then why did my mother have to die?!

I go into my small Garden and pull out a flower. I pull of the petals, releasing each to the wind. Today is a somber day in my house, even more so than others. It isn't just the Reaping. It's the day my mother was shot in an out of control riot. She had been one of the main protesters and a Peacekeeper pulled out a gun.

For years I was angry at her. Why did she have to riot when she had a loving husband and two kids?!

Now I am one of the main protesters.

Every so often, me and my friend Derek go round chucking oil on Peacekeeper cars. We do it randomly and so far we haven't been caught. My younger brother Caleb begs me to stop but I refuse. The peacekeepers need to get put in their place every so often.

After my 'Ceremony' for my mother I go upstairs. The Reaping starts early in 6 and I haven't even showered.

After washing my hair I tie it into a tight braid and slip on a black dress with a silver belt. I apply a small amount of lip gloss, a birthday present from Caleb and smile at myself, satisfied.

Time for the Reaping.

Marcellus Cline

District Six Male

ChillyIce

"To solve any problem you need to face if head on."

Like usual our escort is late. Every. Fucking. Reaping.

His name is Jarroll and I hate him.

His hair is a luminous pink, a far cry from the usual dark brown of six. He constantly disrespects us, laughing during the Reaping, an almost crime in most districts.

It's not really surprising that no one likes him.

After the speech and video he walks over to the bowls of names. He pulls out the girls name and I frown. A few years ago her mother died and now she was alnost certain to.

Jarroll moves over to the males bowl, a stupid smile on his face and all thoughts of the girl are erased from my mind.

It's me.

I shakily walked up to the stage and shake the girl- Amber's hand.

I realised that in a few months at least one of us would be dead.

I was going to do everything to make sure it wasn't me.

Natalia Bonheur

District Seven Female

MoonlessGalaxy

"People will stare. Make it worthwhile."

When I was younger my parents abandoned me. I was never as strong as the rest so I didn't really pay attention to tree cutting, preferring to go off and play in the woods.

One day, I realised I hadn't been home in a few days and got scared so I went home expecting my mother or father to scold me. I took a look in the window and they looked happier than ever before.

I never went back.

It's really a wonder no one has found me and forced me to go home.

When this happened my brother was five. He'd be almost ten now. Since I left home I've only left the forest to go to the Reapings or to scavenge some clothes. It is easy to be self sufficient. Animals are scarce but there are plenty of berry bushes around and I get my protein from the eggs of the one animal that is everywhere, robins.

Most people have forgotten about me, I can tell this from the blank stares I get when I go to the reapings. The girls my age who once mocked me now back away.

Sometimes I am lonely. I sleep more than the average person, desperate to have something to do through the long days. Another disadvantage of my life style I'd that I have the physical intelligence of a 12 year old and my social skills are next to none.

Scratch that! None at all.

After what seems like hours after I woke up, mostly because it was almost time for the Reaping.

I pull on my cleanest trousers and a dark brown shirt, it feels weird to be wearing clothes because I mostly go without.

Seven is meant to be the warmest District.

Taking a deep breath, I walk out of the woods into an array of yelling people.

And I'm the 'uncivilised one.'

Lysander Reed

District Seven Male

Apollostjames

"The tallest redwoods started as seeds"

The tension is still thick between me and the other 13 year olds. Everyone was messing around and climbing the trees instead of cutting them down and I yelled at them for being stupid.

They instantly snapped back at me and a sea of insults began. Of course my size came up pretty prominently. I am 13 yet most of the ten year olds are taller than me- something I am sensitive about and everyone knows.

Our escort is possibly the weirdest person I have seen. She has pastel green hair and she wears extremely noticeable red contacts. Her hair is curled tightly around her head and she only ever wears dresses made of ribbons. Her voice sounds like she's been sucking helium but she speaks in complete monotone, which is kinda creepy.

She smiles at us and gives a speech about 'how lucky we are to be able to experience something so wonderful!'

Last time I checked losing a limb wasn't something I wanted to do.

She pulls out a name from the girls section and a grubby girl with long stringy hair comes up on stage. She looks to be about 15.

The escort smiles at her and goes to pull out an unlucky male.

"Lysander Reed!"

Well fuck.

I walk up to the stage, not being able to stop my mind wondering which limb was going to go.

The girl smiled a little and I smiled back.

Would she be the one to kill me?

Hershal Kundert

District Eight Male

ChillyIce

"I'll be safe if no one can catch me. I'm not a total lost cause.

When I was younger, my mother used to tell me I was the most special boy in the world. It's been hard coming to terms with it but I was a spoilt child. So was my sister Klara but she hasn't came to terms with it yet, though she is getting better.

Both my mother and father came from a wealthy family so when I was a kid I had anything I could want.

When I was 12 it changed.

Since the age of 9 I'd been questioning my sexuality but when I was 12 I came to the conclusion I was Bisexual. I told my parents, expecting them to be supportive.

Hah!

Since then, our relationship has been strained and sometimes I wonder if theyd even miss me if I was reaped. Klara has stuck with me, something I'm really thankful for. It means we have the relationship where she can hang round with my friends and I won't yell at her or anything.

It does mean that it's four girls against me but I can handle that.

Just.

As kids in 8 aren't allowed to work until they are 14 and school is cancelled for the day I have nothing to do. My friends spend the Reaping day with their families and Klara doesn't understand the games 100% so she doesn't know why I'm so upset.

I pick up a piece of paper and begin to sketch. My father was a dressmaker and before we fell out he was talking about making me his apprentice and I've kept the ideas. My sketch took a long time and once I was satisfied with what I had it was time to get going.

I changed into a white button up shirt and black slacks and went to the mirror. I ran my fingers through my short hair until I was satisfied and went downstairs.

My mother was in the kitchen and I stiffly nodded at her. Suddenly, she rushed to me and hugged me. "You won't be picked!" She whispered, but I think she was reassuring herself more. I smiled at her, as if a hug was enough to make up for the past few months and walked out of the door.

Let the Reaping commence!

Maya Klein

District Eight Female

KingofKong1

"No matter what you believe, no matter what you were taught, you cannot resist me for you are a male. You are a dog."

I fiddle with my bunny ears. My mother told me that I always had to pretend to be as innocent as possible and I agreed, even if it did mean dressing like a giant marshmallow.

I had a white, frilly dress and my hair was done up in two plaits. I looked younger than I was, about 12.

Perfect.

Since I was 7 people had been complimenting my sewing skills and I had learned to use the fact they thought I was cute and innocent to my advantage. No one saw through my facade.

No one except my mother.

She is possibly the only human I feel real affection for.

My friends are more like followers and they do whatever I say. This can be fun sometimes but occasionally I wish for an intelligent conversation.

Our escort was called Faqua and she's an idiot. All through her speech I zoned out, wondering whether they would cry or pretend to be emotionless.

"Maya Klein!"

"Shit!" I mutter.

I fake burst into tears and walk up on stage. Faqua looks sympathetic but continues on with the Reaping.

She calls out the boys name and I nearly burst into laughter when he gets half way, faints and had to be woken up by peacekeepers. He gets up, looking drowsy and manages to walk the rest of the way.

I shake his hand and whisper good luck to him but as we're walking off the stage I stomp on his foot. Hard.

Serves him right for being weak.

Just 9-12 left! Who was your favourite for this chapter? Who was your favourite overall? Who's your least favourite? Do you have any bloodbath predictions yet? I'll hopefully have the next chapter up by tomorrow but I'm still missing a few tributes.

Do you guys have any ships between the written ones?

Hope you guys enjoyed!

OMG out!