I've put the reapings from three and four together because they were both quite short, and I hope that they're both good! And feel free to PM me with any recommendations for your characters, and their reapings if I haven't written them. Also, I'm very confused about this, did I miss these out? Or did they magically disappear?

Ebony had been awake a good few hours. She liked sitting outside her house and watching the sun rise. She liked the grey colour just before the sun started shining.
That was when she normally made her way back inside the house. The bright sunlight made her eyes hurt and people would start passing by, and they'd throw rocks at her and call her a witch.
She wished that she was a witch, and then she'd turn them into maggots.
Her mother had begged her last night to wear the dress for the reapings, but she wouldn't. Of course, Stephanie immediately agreed to wear the stupid pink thing. At least the pink made her look like a pig.

The sun was rising now and Ebony was still sat outside. Her black cat, Kinker, was sat on her lap, Ebony often wondered if Kinker was the reason people thought she was a witch, but she could never get rid of Kinker. Kinker was the only thing she loved.

"Ebony! You're not outside again, are you?" Ebony's mother, Sky, trilled from inside. Ebony rolled her eyes and stormed inside before Wira sent Stephanie out after her.

"I'm coming, Mother!" Ebony really hated her mother, she was so pathetic.

"Set the table, will you dear?" Sky asked her daughter.

"The pink china or the best china?" Ebony asked sarcastically.

"The pink, darling. You know we only use Best for visitors" Sky replied, oblivious to the sarcasm.

Ebony set the china down hard on the table. Her father would already be at the labs, reaping day or not, Teevee Dewarren was the most respected inventor in District 3, and he was right on the brink of a breakthrough. That meant he needed to be at work, 6:00 AM sharp.

"Ebony! Why won't you wear your reaping dress? Mum got you green especially, it's your best colour!" Damn. Stephanie had entered the room without her knowing. She was wearing her pink one, looking like a pig more than ever. She looked Ebony over sceptically.

"I know what you're thinking, Ebony Dewarren. You're such a bitch, you know" Stephanie didn't seem to care that her mother could hear every word.

"Stephanie! Don't say things like that to your sister! It's unladylike!"

"Sorry, mum" Stephanie said willingly.

"Now Ebony. Get your dress on now; we want to be early so I can talk to the mayor's wife about her birthday party." Sky was already thinking ahead. How could she climb the social ladder faster? Ebony found her despicable.

"No. I'm wearing what I've got on" Sky pursed her lips as she viewed what Ebony was wearing. She was dressed in black jeans and a black T-shirt. Sky even flinched at Ebony's black nails. But she gave up. She just wished her daughter would fit in. She would've been invited to Katrina's Christmas party last year, if she didn't think that Sky had taught her daughter her witch powers.

Ebony sat herself on the fold-up chair next to Mia Geordie, who quickly ran over to Kelsey Ware. Mia and Kelsey barely exchanged nods in the corridor at school; Mia was desperate to get away from Ebony.

Fausta Flower hobbled onto the stage in her high heels. Fausta Flower was probably the shortest person anyone in District 3 knew. She always had some way of making herself seem taller and in addition to her heels, this year Fausta had a metre high pink wig balanced on her head. The whole parade was laughable. Fausta's purple skin seemed to glow in the trashy lighting coming from above the stage. Ebony's chair was right at the front, she leaned forward, squinting to see the names printed in tiny letters on the strips of paper, Fausta's finger grabbed one, and Ebony could just make out the name. Stephanie Dewarren. Yes! That's right, Ebony thought, pick that one! But Fausta tripped on her heels and lost her grip on the name. Ebony felt disappointment rise in her stomach. Fausta quickly ripped another strip of paper out of the bowl. She cleared her throat and squinted at the name.

"Ebony Dewarren!" Fausta screeched in her Capitol accent. Ebony sighed. It would be her, wouldn't it? So she shrugged and made her way up to the stage.

District 4 reaping

Shiloh Storm had been awake since midnight. He'd gone down to the docks, not caring about the curfew, and started spearing fish with his trident. By three AM, he had an entire barrelful of fish, so he changed to his spear. When light peaked over the watery horizon, He picked up his trailer, full of fish, and hauled it home. If he was reaped today, then he'd have plenty of practice. There wasn't much difference between the fish, and the tributes he might face.

"Siloh!" Shiloh's little sister Hana was sitting on the steps to his house, looking tired and a bit fed-up. She couldn't say her 'Sh's' properly.

"Hana! What are you doing on the steps? The tide'll come in, in an hour or so, you could've been washed away when the water reaches the houses!" Hana was the only person he really loved, sure, he liked his parents, but Hana loved him no matter what he did. He was her hero.

"No I wouldn't! I know exactly when all the tides come in now!" Shiloh straightened her hair out and picked her up.

"Well done!" Shiloh praised.

"Shiloh Storm, get in here right now! Where exactly do you think you've been? Your father has been going crazy with worry! What if the peacekeepers had got you? What then?" Shiloh put down Hana.

"Sorry Mum" Irvette Storm smiled at her son. She could never be angry for more than a minute.

"Oh, you know I just worry about you. Please, don't do things like that!" Shiloh's mother begged. Shiloh shrugged.

"I only went fishing. There's nothing wrong with that" Irvette sighed. She knew her son didn't respect her, but at least he hadn't been caught this time. She hugged her son, and it was all she could do not to cry when he replied by holding her stiffly.

"Well, you ought to get ready for the reaping. I put out some clothes on your bed" Irvette nodded at her son and returned inside to finish the washing.

"Siloh, will you play with me? Coda says she could swim faster than me, but I said I could swim faster than you. Will you race me?" Hana was jumping in anticipation.

"Sorry Hane, I gotta go get dressed for the reapings" Hana frowned, and stuck her tongue out a tiny bit.

"Promise not to get reaped?" She asked. Shiloh laughed sadly.

"I'll try, but it's not up to me" Shiloh ruffled Hana's hair. "Besides, I'd win the Hunger Games, hands down. I need to go get some fancy clothes on now" Shiloh walked into the house, and watched Hana skip away through the window.

The clothes his mother had set out weren't as bad as last years, if fact, they were quite nice. He had some black jeans, which felt funny on his skin. He never wore jeans, if he needed to dive in the water they'd drag him down. Not to mention they took forever to dry. And the white shirt was good, but it was too hot to wear the sleeves long, so he hitched them up. He jumped around the room in an attempt to get his black kicks on properly. Man, he hated reapings.

Jose was already in the pen. He was sat, staring at nothing with his eyebrows knotted together.

"Hi, Jose."Shiloh asked.

"I have a bad feeling today. I reckon I'll get reaped" Jose replied. Shiloh shook his head.

"There's no way. Fford has over a hundred tesserae in that bowl"

"Yeah, but Fford's dad can't fish, and his mum couldn't knot a net if her life depended on it" Shiloh nodded his head in agreement.

"Hey look" Jose whispered to Shiloh as their escort walked onto the stage. They'd been making fun of Aengus Silverstone for years now. As children, they were fascinated at his tattoo's that seemed to move as he walked, but now all they wanted to know was how he could show his face in public with all that lipstick on. The first thing Jose had said when he'd been tall enough to see him over the crowd, had been, 'He's a girl!'

"Well, ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to the 85th Hunger Game reapings!" He introduced their long line of victors. They'd lost two victors five years ago for the third quarter quell. Mags had volunteered for Annie Cresta, and Bradley Aitken had been reaped. There was a rumour that the reaping had been rigged so that Finnick Odair wasn't chosen. Aengus pulled Rosemary Night's name out. She was the weird girl that didn't talk to anybody, and a little boy started crying as she walked up to the stage. Aengus informed her that her mentor would be Tess Colfer, who'd won last year. As mentors go, she wasn't too bad. Aengus' long painted nails pulled out a strip of paper.

"Shiloh Storm!" He cried.

"Ooh. Bad luck mate. I told you I had a bad feeling about today" Jose said, patting his friend on the back. On the stage, he shook hands with Rosemary and Aengus, feeling mildly disappointed. Hana would be sad, but at least he would get a chance to show all those other districts who was best.

"Your mentor this year, will be Finnick Odair"