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Aaron's POV

I'm shaking on the reaping stage, feeling anxious. Either my father, my brother, or I will be going to face the Quarter Quell.

"Ladies first," she announced brightly at the end of the video. Reaching her gloved hand into the reaping bowl, she pulls one of the two slips out. "Mrs. Everdeen," Effie reads off the card.

"I volunteer," Katniss's younger sister, Prim, cried out. She walked up to the microphone.

"Another volunteer. What's your name, dear?" Effie asks.

"Primrose Everdeen," Prim answers.

"And onto the boys," Effie added. She reached in and pulls out a slip. "Aaron Mellark." It's me. I go up to the center of the stage. "Shake hands," Effie urged. We comply, stiffly. Then, we are herded into the Justice Building for goodbyes.

First, Mark, my younger brother, comes in and tells me "I know you can win, so win." All I can do is nod in response to that. My father comes in and just sits with me in complete silence. Apparently, now my hour is up. We get on the train and begin to watch the reapings. And then we have to watch previous Games in case the relatives of the Victors try to use the same strategy.

Author's note: Hey guys. So, I can do two things. We can continue to have shorter chapters for the reapings with only one POV, or I can alternate. Tell me which one you want in a review, and if you want me to go a little more into depth of the character's past. Please submit tributes, either in reviews or in PMs, using the tribute form on my profile. And, when submitting a tribute, please tell me anything about them that might be useful, and fill out the form completely. Next up, I want to do District 11's reapings, but I have no tribute submissions for them yet. Also, I need boys submitted! Thank you for reading!