Eight down, four to go! Two more chapters before we get to move on with the rest of the games. And boy am I glad, these reapings are getting repetitive :| I'm sorry if these seem shorter, but I really am losing patience with these things.

District Six's escort was being super vague and imitating a villain from Poptropica, an amazing website everybody should be on. The villain was Betty Jetty from Super Power Island.

Disclaimer: I disclaim the characters, The Hunger Games, and the brilliance that is the Submit a Tribute challenge.

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District Seven

Connor Lizben

I look up to the trees above me as rain begins to fall from the canopy. Blindly, I start to run, frantic to find shelter and save what little I've caught. Fear engulfs me and I trip over something on the ground. Before my face is even in the mud, I feel a pair of fangs sinking into my leg. Fear holds me in place as my killer slithers past, back into the trees and out of the rain.

As I fall into a terrifying blackness, a canon goes off.

"Connor! Come on." Elyn shouts, snapping her fingers in my face.

"What? I'm coming." I shake my head and look around.

"What was that about, dude? You spaced out." Vick points out.

"Nothing. I'm just still a little tired, that's all." I push it away. They don't need to know.

"Come on. We've got one day left and then we're all free. Well, except for Elyn." Roman winks and nudges her in the ribs.

In response, she shoves him onto the ground, "come on. They're about to start."

Roman stands back up and we walk to the section for eighteen year olds. Elyn goes to her section. Vick and Dew, both being nineteen, go to the back. We chatter softly through the opening ceremony as the other guys our age keep as much distance as possible in this small pen.

Then the reaping begins. Our escort is a guy who doesn't look as stuck up as he acts. He has black hair that is always combed over one side of his face and usually wears a grey hoodie, jeans and converses. Yeah, he sounds cool, but he's a total asshole.

"Happy Hunger Games!" He cheers, before quickly moving on, "lets try the gents first this year."

"Gents? He's kidding, right?" Roman snickers.

"And our tribute this year is… Connor Lezben!"

"It's Lizben, idiot!" I shout, before realizing it was me. Me.

No. I'm supposed to be free after this! My legs move me onto the stage. I stand there, waiting to find out what unfortunate soul I have to kill.

Lillybet Norris

"Connor Lezben!" The district's escort, Shi, cries happily.

"It's Lizben, idiot!" Somebody shouts.

After the pause, an eighteen year old walks onto the stage. He's expressionless, motionless. And he terrifies me. I hope that I'm not picked. But I probably will. And then I'll die.

"And our lady tribute." God. Shi's a moron, but a cute moron. "Lillybet Norris!"

Something catches in my throat, stopping me from breathing. I can feel something in my eyes- tears. Oh shit. This terrible sensation, the dreading of what comes next, it's murdering me inside but it hasn't kept my legs from moving. I find myself onstage. My generally happy disposure is gone. I feel alone. And angry.

"Let's give our tributes a round of applause!" Shi announces, clapping over-enthusiastically.

I turn and shake Connor's hand. He has a scary gleam in his eyes. I shudder, and am almost happy when the peacekeepers take us away. I'm shown to a room draped in musty blue velvet, and the first thing I do is sneeze. Second order of business, sit down on the dusty couch and try to rub the tear stains out of my dress. It's brand new and I spent all of my savings on it. I don't want tear stains.

My family comes in shortly, well, Mom and Dad. I don't know where my sister, Cedar, is. Probably off with her husband, trying to figure out what to do when I'm gone. What they'll tell their child when I die. Mom quickly shakes these thoughts away with a suffocating hug. Her black hair blocks my view of dad.

"Lilly! Lilly darling!" Mother chokes, squeezing me tight against her.

"Mom, please." She's making me cry again. "Please try to calm down."

"Calm down?" She shrieks, "Calm down? My baby girl is being sent away to die! And you saw that boy- Connor! He'll tear you to shreds!"

"Way to be confident in me mom." My voice catches in my throat. How dare she underestimate me!

"Lilly, this is a very stressful time for your mother. You know how she gets under stress." Father reasons.

"You think this is a stressful time for her? Think about me! I'm being sent away to die!" I'm infuriated. My parents think I'm going to die?

"There's no need to be angry." Father says, trying to put his hand on my shoulder.

I push him off, "No need to be angry? You guys don't think I'm going to make it! Do you even know how that makes me feel?"

"Lilly, darling, it's not that we don't think you're going to make it, it's just…" Mom sighs.

"I don't care mom. Get out."

District Eight

Jayden 'Jay' Crush

My mom gives me one last hug, "Jay, we'll see you afterwards."

"Alright mom." I smile and hug her back before turning and giving my little sister a hug.

"Be good." May smiles, "and may the odds be ever in your favor!"

Old reapings have been on television lately and May has watched almost all of them, especially the early ones. I shake my head, smiling, and go to my section. I talk to a couple guys about the rainstorm that blew through last night until the ceremony starts. As soon as the readings are over, our escort, Molly, walks onto stage.

I think Molly is the most normal person in the entire Capitol. She doesn't bounce about, jump up and down or treat us all like children. The only thing strange about her is her skirts and her way of speaking like she's really singing. Oh, and that annoying accent, of course. Molly always wears skirts. Every year. This year, her skirt is green. She also has a yellowish top and a white vest. See? Normal.

"Happy, happy Hunger Games!" Molly sings, clapping her hands to her own tune, "who's ready? Girls first!"

Molly walks over to the bowl with the girl's names, reaches in, and swirls them around she walks to the podium, smoothes out the paper, and reads the name in a sing-song voice.

"Samanta Amor!" She sings.

I twist around, looking for the girl. A twelve year old goes onto stage. She says something, but Molly is already picking the boy's name, smoothing out the balled up paper, and calling his name.

"Our boy tribute is… Jayden Crush!" Scratch that- my name.

As I walk onto stage, I can see my mother in the back, her eyes wide with shock. She screams and faints. A group of peacekeepers carry her away.

"Do we have any volunteers?" Molly asks, unfazed by what just happened, "No? Well then, everybody give our tributes a round of applause!"

But they don't clap. We're young. I might have a chance but, I glance at Samanta, who looks all alone and scared, she doesn't. I shake her hand and try to reassure her with my eyes. The peacekeepers take us to the Justice Building were we will say our goodbyes. My dad comes in, but he can't stay. He has to go to mom. He gives me my token- a drawing of me that May made.

"We love you, Jay. Be safe." Dad claps me on the shoulder and hugs me.

"Tell mom I love her." I say, and dad nods before leaving.

The rest of the time I'm alone.

Samanta Amor

I wait in anticipation, peering over taller children's heads, trying to see Molly as she reads the girl's name.

"Samantha Amor!"

Me? Is that me? I look around and all my fellow twelve year olds are staring at me, some sad that it's me, others happy it wasn't them. I walk up to the stage and wring my black hair uncomfortably.

"My name is Samanta." I whisper. But Molly already walked away. She'll never hear me.

"Our boy tribute is… Jayden Crush!"

A thirteen year old comes onto stage. He looks okay, but his brown hair is kind of messed up. My eyes are torn away from him as a woman from the back screams and faints. That must be Jayden's mom. I think. A pair of peacekeepers picks her up and partially drags her away through the mud.

"Do we have any volunteers? No? Well then, everybody, give our tributes a round of applause." Molly sings, clapping for them, because nobody else is.

They don't clap because this isn't fair. We're bound to be the youngest. We're going to die first. And they all know this. I can feel it.

I turn and shake Jayden's hand, hoping he won't be the one to kill me. Though he's small, just like me.

A group of peacekeepers take us inside the Justice Building, up an elevator and into different rooms to say our final goodbyes. My family comes, but they can't stay. They all give me hugs and kisses, then leave. Except for my sister, Therese, who's two years older than I.

She stays just long enough to drop my doll in my lap and give me these words, "You have to go through hell to get to heaven."

Then she gives me a final kiss on the forehead and leaves. I wonder if Jayden's family stayed, or if they were with his mother.

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I'm sorry this is so short, I really wanted to get it out. But look, I didn't post it at midnight! Wahoo!

Just as a fun-fact, Molly is based on my best friend, but just looks and fashion sense. She doesn't really sing all the time.