All right people! District 2 is up. Please, even if these aren't your tributes, read the POV's, I really want to hear your feedback on everybody, so, enjoy!

Andee Ryder (F2)

If you can't see an obsticle, it can't slow you down. So just because I am blind doesn't mean I am stupid. I've overcome that. I was born blind. But I have trained myself to get around without my cane. I use my sense of sound, and I've tought myself to sense vibration to help, too. So it's like I'm not even blind almost. Other people can tell but I block out any comments. Not that there are many, but sometimes, people comment on how my eyes are distant, and glazed over. I don't care. I'm still stronger, and smarter than them. I've trained. For years. Ever since I was little I've been blind. So in fear for my safety, my father, Rayne, has trained me. He was a victor. Of the 79th Hunger Games. He turned people against each other. And then killed the final tribute to win. Of course I haven't seen it but he's told me, and I've listened to the coverage.

My mother, Audrey, tells me to go get dressed for the reaping. She has laid out some kind of dress, but I'm not sure what it looks like. But it fits comfortably so we head out. Like every year, the thought of, "What if I get picked?" runs through my mind. But it is my final year, in the reaping, and there is a very slim chance of getting picked. And even if I do, I'm sure there is someone who will volunteer. I hope. But you can't be sure since it's a Quarter Quell.

I meet up with Riley half way to the square. She lives down a road connected to the road that leads to the victor's village. She is a wonderful person. She helped me, and stood up for me on some of my lowest days. And she will always be my best friend for that. Plus, she is just goofy, and fun to talk to.

And after a nice conversation, we finally get to the square, and reality sinks back in that two more tributes will most likely have to die. It's sad but I guess that's what happens. I hate the Capital for that. And I always will. But I have to put up with it. I can tell our escort is on the stage now. I can tell by the sound of her voice. And I listen for a bit, until her voice calls my name.

Bennett Gabbert (M2)

Hmmm. Reapings. Great. Reapings aren't that bad. I quite like the idea of the Hunger Games, but I would never put myself in it. Ever. I hope I don't get picked. Even though people always volunteer, I still don't want to even get picked. I am kinda strong. I am a smart, athletic kid. I'm tall and kinda muscular. I have long light brown hair, and a pale complexion. I am very clumsy, and bad with girls, but otherwise I'm good at fighting with swords.

"Ben, get ready to go," my mom, Kourtney yells to my room. I throw on my suit and head to the living room with my parents. My mom is very nice, and supportive. But my dad, Caleb, on the other hand is very strict, and quite disaproving. I don't know why, but I suppose I just have to live with it. It does depress me sometimes so I just get out of the house, and wander around the district. Mostly hanging out with my friends. My best friend for some reason is a kid named Jakob Gorouski. I don't know why he's my best friend. He's a jerk, and he's a total idiot. But I suppose I have some other friends I can hang out with, too.

We walk to the square, and I find the thirteens section and sit down. Our always-perky escort. She sticks her hand in the girl's ball. "Andee Ryder!" she yells. Some girl with glazed over eyes makes it to the stage. I've seen her around the district before. And if I remember right, I believe she's blind. I feel bad when no one volunteers. I suppose people are scared because of the quell. But I'm sure a dude will volunteer. And I hope one does when I hear my name get called.

Andee Ryder (F2)

I can feel Riley tapping me, and she is murmuring. What just happened. This can't happen. I follow the voice of the escort to the stage, and I can here the whispers. And the voices saying, "Hey, that's the blind girl," and, "She can't see. Poor girl doesn't stand a chance." Their voices surround me. They need to shut up! I can't take it. It's all I can here. But it ends after I hear the other tribute makes it to the stage, and we're taken away.

We must have arrived to the Justice Building. They are taking me to some room, and then there is silence. Until I hear people coming to the door. They burst in, and I'm surrounded by hugs. I hear my mom, "You know I love you right?" I nod. "You can do it Andee. I believe in you," she finishes. And then there are more hugs. Followed by more silence.

Once again the silence leaves when I hear, "Andeee!" It's Riley. She came. She hugs me and starts crying. "You got this Andee. Rely on your senses, and make it home, please," she pleads. I love her. She hugs me again, and finally she's gone. And yet again the silence surrounds me.

Bennett Gabbert (M2)

My heart drops when nobody volunteers. I had made it to the stage. Inside I was scared, but confident some one would volunteer. So I kept an expressionless face, and walked on up. But now I can tell that that face is ever so slightly turning into a fearful face. That's why I'm kinda relieved when the peacekeepers take us away to the Justice Building. They bring to this big extravagent room. It's gorgeous.

My parents are the first to show up. My mom quickly embraces me in a hug. "You can win Ben, I know you can. You will make it home," she says. I know she doesn't believe what she is saying to the fullest, but she just wants me to feel better, so I put a smile on my face, and return her hug. My dad says nothing the entire time he's there. He just stares at me, studying me. I look back at him, and then they have to leave.

I sit there for a few more minutes expecting Jakob to show, but I should've known he wouldn't. What a jack-ass. I decide if I do make it back we aren't going to be friends. I'll get back and he'll start to finally act nice to me just because I'll be a victor, and then I'll deny his friendship, and he will feel very embaressed, and I guess that would be what he deserved. Wouldn't it?

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