Tesla Mason, District Five Male, 17 years old

You'd think by now I would've been caught, with the amount of illegal stuff I do. Most people my age wouldn't get away with half of the stuff I do, but I guess that's the benefits of having a peacekeeper father from Two. Most peacekeepers tend to come from the district itself or the Capitol but a small selection, generally the ones people fear the most, come from Two. My father's rather level-headed for one of these types of peacekeepers, but he still manages to make the mass crowds fear him. I think it's his reluctance to show emotion - rumours go around that he's incapable of doing so and that in itself makes people fear him. Most tend to think the rest of us are emotionless like him but we all show emotions; my mother shows more emotions, I'm rebellious, my sister Telkes is on the same route - it's only Edison who's vaguely reminiscent of our father.

I rarely spend the mornings of the reapings with my family; I tend to spend them with my group of friends and girlfriend, Vida. The only reason why I go back home ten minutes or so before the reaping is to accompany Telkes to the reaping and to reassure my mother that I'll be coming back. They're also the two people I meet first after every reaping before I return to my usual antics with my friendship group.

Today's no different. We're sat in a circle in one of the meadows just outside the main centre of the district with an amalgamation of bottles in the centre of the circle. There's six of us altogether including myself; my friends Atom, Isaac and Wyatt, my girlfriend Vida and her closest friend Zippina. I'm quite surprised Zipinna's here; usually she's sleeping around with someone and there's times where we don't see her for days on end. Our conversation doesn't deviate too much from the reaping; talk of what havoc could be caused, if any peacekeepers will recognise us and what would be the reaction of the district if one of us had to represent them in the Hunger Games. You see, we're all delinquents in one way or another and are somewhat known around the district for causing mayhem for the peacekeepers. There's sometimes others with us but they take the blame; the perk of having a peacekeeper of your father returns yet again.

It's always decided that myself or Isaac would have the best chances in the Games. Yes Wyatt is definitely stronger than the both of us but he's also the dumbest out of the six of us. We think he'd be used to power through the first few days before being picked off. Atom's quite violent and we're sure his aggressiveness would scare people away from him but he's incredibly misogynistic, something I don't think the females of the arena (especially the Careers) would take too kindly too. No, it's always Isaac and myself. Isaac's incredibly manipulative but usually appears nice and kind - we say his strategy would be to ally with the non-Career districts and manipulate them into killing themselves or each other. Apparently I'm a mix of the best; I'm strong, albeit not as strong as Wyatt but just as violent as Atom if I need to be. They estimate I could win the Games, as if I'd even be in them.

Just as we finish the last of the alcohol and finish our discussions about the Games the ten minute warning bell goes off. That's my cue to go home; I don't want to worry my mother any more than I already do, surprisingly. Ignoring the jabs by my friends I kiss Vida goodbye, promising her that tonight we'll go on a date before I make my way home.

I wouldn't be surprised if we live even better than the victors of our district; my father's a respected peacekeeper and my mother's a highly intelligent woman. Both combined means we have enough to live lavishly and live comfortably in a decent sized house that can easily accommodate five people. It's their wealth that means myself and Telkes can wear nice clothes to the reapings, clothes like the ones I'm wearing now. I had gotten changed before going out. Sure I looked unusually formal and I had to make sure I didn't get any grass stains on the clothes because I'm sure theyr'e really hard to get out and I didn't want to put my mother through that task, but it meant I could spend more time talking to Telkes and my mother.

Speaking of Telkes, she must've done something wrong because as I walk through the front door I can hear her being reprimanded by my father. Edison's sat on the stairs rolling his eyes. He's far too mature for his age - hell, he even acts maturer than me at times. It only takes the sight of me for Telkes to ignore our father and jump into my arms to which I hug her tightly. My father tusks under his breath whilst my mother just looks at us, probably lovingly.

"Did you have fun going out?" Telkes asks, her voice full of excitement as she begins to bounce slightly on the balls of her feet, "I tried to follow you but I got caught..."

Before I could answer my father interjected, "You're a bad influence on her. Terrible, even."

I can only look at my father and sigh before smiling back at Telkes, "I had a great time, but I'll have an even better one walking to the reaping with you."

My response seems to make Telkes really happy as she goes in for another vice grip hug.

Victoria Benson, District Five Female, 16 years old

My little brother, Elliot, and I always help out at our adoptive parent's apothecary everyday when we can. We're the unofficial faces of the place, probably down to our bright attitudes and, as some people describe, infectious personalities. I suppose that's a good thing. We try to be good to our adoptive parents - they've shown us so much love and helped us learn and grow in important fields such as medicine so in the future, when we live alone, we can support ourselves. Generating interest in their shop and making sure people keep coming back is the least we can do to repay them, not that they'd expect us to anyway. They're that kind.

Myself and Elliot were born to morphling addicts in one of the least well off areas in District Five. I don't have many memories of them, but I do remember that they didn't show nearly as much love as our adoptive parents, the Benson's, show us. They died from an overdose when we were very young and we were promptly placed in the orphanage. I don't have many memories from there either and the only thing I can pin that down to is that I suppressed one memory so much that I forgot everything else. We were lucky; we were adopted rather quickly as a duo and moved to the more affluent part of the district.

There, we got taught so much about medicine and, when we were old enough, we were able to help out with the shop which we've been doing ever since. Although we do go to school most days, we also try to spend as much time as we can at the apothecary as it's the place we'd both rather be at anyway.

It's rather sad that we can't work in the apothecary today - our parents forbade it. The morning of the reapings are always reserved for us having times to ourselves. They understand that we sometimes need to be alone and that sometimes they shower us with too much love, not that we complain.

I've decided that if I ever get reaped I'll fight until the very last moment - I'd want to come home.

line here.

I stand amongst other girls my age and we all look ahead at our escort. She's old and everyone thinks she wants to move upwards district wise, but she's largely content here. We produce enough victors for her to stay where she is. She rushes through the Dark Days film; she's one of those Capitolians who love the actual reaping element of the morning and not just the video.

She walks - or rather marches - over to the bowl containing the female names and picks one, neatly unwrapping it at the stage.

"Victoria Benson!"

Tesla Mason, District Five Male, 17 years old

The girl, Victoria, has a shocked expression on her face but she walks up all the same. She seems to be accepting of it. When she's on the stage and looks out to the crowd you can see how attractive she is - she'll get sponsors for sure. Our escort seems to be quite content with the girl because she smiles and walks over to the male names.

It takes her a bit longer to open this slip of paper but, sure enough, she gets there.

"Tesla Mason!"

It's me, but it's not me. I refuse for it to be me. It can't be me - there's kids who have their names in there so many more times than I do, yet it's me? I refuse to move. People around me start whispering and a few boys behind me try to shove me to move. I still don't. Eventually the peacekeepers have to walk over and escort me to the stage, my father leading them. He's irritated - the emotion you don't want him to express.

I have a bitter expression on my face and keep it until I stand in my place. I shake hands with Victoria silently, barely making eye contact with her before I'm escorted into the Justice Building.

Updates are coming! I love getting through the reapings fast because then we can get to the good stuff!

I hope I did Tesla and Victoria justice! I really like how both, more so Victoria than Tesla, have things they're optimistic towards!

As always, reviews make me happy~!

-Oli