Huge thank you to david12341 for Calic and heavydirtysoul for Genevieve! I don't own the Hunger Games and I never will own the Hunger Games. Just saying. Well, here are you Reapings for District 5...!

Calic Galvin, 16

District 5 Male

The tiny pebble skitters across the ground, barely making a sound. The store owner, Mr. Romero, glances up from his station at the front counter and sees that a small rock has suddenly appeared into the shop. He strolls outside to investigate, and when his back is turned I stand from beside the trash cans of the building. Good. I slip inside and dart behind an aisle just before Mr. Romero enters his store again and wait for him to get settled behind the counter. I take a small packet of sugar and baking powder, tear open a sack of flour, and pour a small amount of its content into a plastic bag. Pausing, I stare at the manager who is silently reading a newspaper. I dash towards the back of another aisle, where the refrigerators are, and grab one of those small cartons of milk and a few eggs. Hopefully the eggs don't crack. I take the big stack of items in my hands and put them in my satchel. Today's the Reaping, and, as per tradition, I like to prepare something for them to eat the night of this "very special day". As Mr. Romero is still reading his newspaper, I inch towards the door and when I reach it sprint out. The owner doesn't notice. He never does. That's why I always steal from his shop. I jog the short distance to my small house and knock on the door. "Jolt? Open the door. It's Calic." I notice someone giggling from behind the door and sigh. "Seriously, Jolt. Or is this Levinia?"

The constant high-pitched giggles tell me it's my little sister Levinia behind that door instead of my younger brother I was calling for, and I frown. Levinia is too energetic, it's annoying. She's only seven, though, so I guess it should come as expected. Still, I believe it's a little too much. "Levi! Are you going to open or not?" I smile a little as tiny footsteps patter away and take a paperclip out of my pocket. Guess I'll resort to illegal practices. That's what I always do though.

Once I hear the door click, I twist the handle and enter the house. It's small, but I remember to feel satisfied that I at least have a house. Seriously. Mother sits at the front of the table, staring in front of her at nothing. I walk over to her and place my hand onto her shoulder. She turns around so quickly that she falls out of her chair, but I catch her. Her breaths are ragged, and when I sit her back up I inhale the odor of burning toast. I understand that Elysia, my mother, has a mental illness that causes her to be delusional, but can't she at least cook bread without burning the house down in flames? There are reasons I have to resort to thievery. Mother is one of them, father's death is another. Father's suicide.

At least that's what I've come to think. All that is proven is that he mysteriously disappeared a year after Mother contracted her illness, but what other explanation is there? I grab the burnt toast from the toaster and take a bite. Ugh. This is gross, but the cake we'll be having this evening will definitely make up for it. I gulp down the bread's bitter taste and glance back at my mother. I have to take care of her and my three siblings, Jolt, Audra, and Levi. I have a job, but my salary isn't enough for a family of 5 to live off of at all.

"Jolt! Audra! Levi! Come over to the kitchen, I have a surprise for you!" Levinia comes bounding into the room, followed by an enthusiastic Jolt and calm Audra. "Guess what we'll be eating today?" I ask, gesturing at my satchel. Audra walks over to the bag and peers in, seeing the contents she smiles.

"A cake. Calic, can I make it?" She says, eyes lit. I nod and smile.

"Who else would? You can." Audra is only 10, but funnily enough, always acts like the mother of the family. I almost laugh as Audra dumps the contents onto the table, but a thought crosses my mind. "Audra-"

Too late. The eggs explode as they hit the table's surface. Everyone's face falls as they take in the sight in front of them. Great, this mess is going to take forever to clean. Audra bursts into tears as she sees the frustration cross my features but I pick her up and place her on my lap as I sit on the floor. "Audra. It's fine. It's only two eggs. I'm not mad at you, okay?" My words are true. I'm not mad at her, I'm mad at Mother for retreating from the world. I'm mad at Father for thinking his time was over and taking his own life. Most of all? I'm mad at the Capitol, because without them and their dictator-like rule over Panem Mother could have received proper mental care. Same with Father. I shake my head as the rebellious thoughts go through my mind. No. I will not do this. I stand up and leave Audra on the ground.

"Could you all leave? Please? I want to be alone for a bit before the Reaping." They all obediently leave, except Jolt who stares at me with wide eyes. "Jolt…"

He shakes his head and laughs. "If you ever feel… Bad, remember that there is a lot of people in District 5." I look at him blankly, realizing he was speaking of the Reaping.

"Yes, there is. I'm worried Jolt… Next year, your name will be in the bowl. You could be picked. You're aware that you and your two sisters are the only people I have left?" He nods and I sit back down on the floor. "Even if they did reap me, I'd do anything to get back home. Don't worry about me, okay?" He uncertainly looks at me, nods, and leaves. I glance at a clock and see that there's not even enough time to change. We have to leave now.

Genevieve Mathangi, 18

District 5 Female

Why do we still need to practice the day of the Reaping? Oh well, at least it's over now. Breathing heavily, I pull the javelin from the rough target and, when no one is watching, smile a little. Although many districts aren't given the luxury of school athletics, District 5, being mostly pro-Capitol, was recently granted permission to have a track and cross-country team. Luckily for me, my father has finally rejoined the Peacekeepers and we have enough money to settle down somewhere.

Someone pokes me in the head, and I turn around with a smile on my face. I'm aware that it will be Grant, my father, here to pick me up from practice. He looks at me and grins.

"Sorry for being late Genevieve! Put your spear up so we can leave, okay?" I roll my eyes and do as I'm told. Sometimes my dad treats me like I'm younger than I am but I'm not complaining. He treats me like I'm precious, and in return I do the same for him. If anyone says or does anything to insult me or Grant they'll have hell to pay for when I find them. I need to show them I'm better. I need to be the best, and if I'm not then there are issues I need to fix. Frankly? I should quit being so insecure about myself.

Dad waits by the dirty road as I pack up the things I brought to the day's practice – My towel, my water bottle, and an extra change of clothes. When I'm done I go over to where he's waiting.

"What's the time?" I ask, and he shrugs.

"I wish I knew. All I know is that we need to head to the Reaping, so we aren't late. Is that good enough for you?" He raises an eyebrow at me and I shrug.

"I guess it's a good thing I brought my reaping outfit with me today. Why even would they make us do practice today of all days?" I shake my head, frustrated.

"Maybe it's like those Career academies? In case you're reaped, they want you to have a better chance to win the Games."

I stop straight in my tracks and stare at my father. "Are you saying that District 5 could become a Career district?" He shrugs and I sigh. "I'm definitely never going to volunteer, I mean, I'm not good enough, so you need not worry." I weakly smile at him and continue walking. Let's get this whole thing done with quickly.

I reach the Square at the same time as many of my other peers, who are mostly mingling and talking with their friends. I have friends too, as others call me an outgoing person, but knowing them they're probably already in their sections waiting. The guy in ragged looking clothes in front of me gets his finger pricked, and I stand there as the Peacekeeper sits there staring at the blood drop. I tap my feet, waiting, and watch as he stands up and pulls out his gun. What? The boy who got signed in turned around, fear clear in his eyes as the Peacekeeper pulls the trigger. The whole area went silent as the gunshot resounds, deep in everybody's ears.

Acting as if nothing happened, the same Peacekeeper returns to his station. "Next," he barks, and I step forward. The needle pierces my skin and once the blood drips onto a weird sheet thing he waves me away. Thank you. I make my way to the 18-year-old section and impatiently wait until the escort walks onto the stage. She obnoxiously makes her way to the microphone.

"Welcome, District 5, to the 6th annual Quarter Quell!" That doesn't even make sense… Quarter Quells don't happen every year. I shake my head and zone out during the Mayor's speech and the video. I only pay attention when I hear the escort's annoying accent ring around the area again.

"Sorry for the delay! As always, ladies first!" I can sense everyone around me holding their breath as the lady probes the air over the bowl. Can't you choose a slip already? She picks an innocent looking piece of paper from the glass and opens it with immense excitement.

"Genevieve Mathangi!" Great. Now I'll be killed for someone else's entertainment! Flipping my sandy-blonde hair over my shoulder, I stride up to the stage. I don't want to die, I don't want to die… I probably will though, but I have to act confident now in front of the audience. I can't let them see I'm weak. That would ruin the slight chance I already have.

I quickly reach the stage and shoot the escort a friendly smile. She scowls and just takes the slip at the top of the pile for the males. "Calic Galvin!"

A boy hesitantly emerges from the 16-year-old section. He silently trudges towards the stage, looking at his feet. His clothes are dirty as well – He must be poor.

"Shake hands!" The escort demands. I shoot the boy – Calic – an encouraging look and he weakly smiles at me. He seems trustworthy enough.

Peacekeepers push us towards the Justice Building where we will say our goodbyes. One of them, the one who killed that boy, stands outside my room as I sit in the chair, worried. Father finally enters, out of breath.

"Genevieve! Promise me you'll come back." I've never seen him be this distraught. He always acted optimistic, but that façade is now gone. He cries on my shoulder and I pull back, looking at him.

"Please, Dad. You already know how insecure I am, and you crying all over me is just further making me believe that I'm a walking corpse. Seriously…" My voice fades away, eventually becoming nothing more than a whisper.

"I'm sorry Genevieve… It's just, you're the last link I have to your Mom. Did you know she looked just like you? I've never stopped loving her, and I'll never stop loving you. Please… Come back Genevieve. I can't stand to lose anyone else." He looks me dead in the eye, and I do the same to him.

"I'll try my best. Thanks Dad. I can do this." The Peacekeeper reappears and then father's gone. I look down at my lap and see a metal pendant with the symbol for District 5 engraved into it. He must have left it there. I grab what is to be my token and hold it in my hand, trying to convince myself it'll be alright.

Thank you for reading! Am I going to start each A/N with the same thing every chapter... I think I am going to! Accidentally! Read on for excuses.

Personally, I love Calic and I feel I didn't capture his personality correctly... Same with Genevieve. Hopefully I can get them right over the rest of the story, or through somebody else's eyes ^.^

Yes, I am planning on beginning drama. I like reading drama. Don't worry, it probably won't affect the Games themselves, though I have no clue on what I'm trying to accomplish.

Sorry for being slightly late with the update! I said I would write a chapter every week, but this one was 8 days... I hope you're not too mad :D

Responses to some reviews:

I like how the reactions to Eden and Weaver were really mixed, it means I got what I was trying to go for there... Whatever. Let me actually do what the title of this section is saying.

david12341- Your idea sounds really good... It's just easiest to get a tribute's background and such with a Reaping chapter. I would *cough* be fine with you sending in that District 6 Male... Not that I'm *cough* desperate or anything (Lol)...

Red Roses1000- I wasn't sure so I looked it up. You're right, and maybe I'll correct it at some point.

xGred-Forgex- That's a... very interesting poem... Aren't violets violet? Anyway, thank you :3

Questions that you should answer in the review:

1) Which tribute do you like better?

2) Which tribute do you think stands a better chance?

3) What are some cliches in tributes that you just can't stand?

4) Grammatical errors?

Once again, thank you... The next chapter will cover a Career district!