Sorry for taking so long. Please forgive me for changing your characters a bit, you see it's impossible to volunteer for another gender, except for a quarter quell possibly.

Disclaimer

Katniss- 1kat2kit does not own the Hunger Games

Peeta- All names used are works of pure fiction devised up by other authors

Haymitch- I won the Hunger games!

Gale-Why do I never get to do disclaimers?

Amber Jordan's POV

There isn't much meadow in our district, but the little that there is, stands hidden in a tall forest of poplars and oaks. It's full of tall untidy tender green grass and thousands of flowers, creating a beautiful abstract mosaic if viewed from one of the trees that hides the one bit of heaven here in District 6.

Mom doesn't know about this area, she thinks I'm just really good at finding flowers for her bouquets. But I come here almost every day, I do my homework here, relax here, and if I could I would sleep in a bed made of daisy's. But mom wouldn't allow that, she doesn't allow me to really do anything. She wouldn't even let me go to the meadow if she knew where it was. She claims 'the woods are too dangerous for young girls to be playing around in, with no means of protection' she would say.

This morning, which just happened to be the morning of the reaping, I escaped the house early planting a kiss on my younger brother Andrew's cheek before venturing out. The sky is a pale amber color with puffy white clouds streaking the horizon. To the east it looks like a storm should be coming soon.

I take the longer route to the forest, walking on train tracks, strolling through alleys, jumping over random pieces of train yard junk, before finally meeting the thick forest of trees, looking impenetrable when looking from the outside, but it's just a rather large bush that takes a minute just to push through before you can see how nice the forest actually is.

I start my trek, morning dew sticking to my kaki colored pants, and there's probably a couple leaves sticking in my hair, but I don't mind.

A large rock that looks like the nose that our escort has tells me that I'm almost there and I push through a few more bushes before I see the brilliant colors of the lilies, and daffodils. But there's another odd shape sitting down on my favorite rock. I approach it carefully a rock in my hand.

I'm about to throw it when it turns around.

"Anthony!" I say surprised and I drop the rock, his gaze follows its decent before responding. He lives at the butcher shop right next to our flower shop.

"I didn't know you came here"

"I could say the same thing" I respond curtly, before sitting down and leaning against the rock.

"So what brought you here?" He asks, his white hair shining in the early morning sunlight. Sometimes I feel bad for Anthony, he's Albino and no one lets him forget it, giving him an awful name like "Rat face".

"What do you think, the only people not worried about the Reaping are the Careers, and there only worry in life is hoping they get a chance to be in the Hunger Games, I just needed some time to clear my head." I explain, and I am surprised by how much I just blurted out. Usually I don't talk much at all, but I just said it all. Anthony seems surprised by this too.

"I guess that's probably why I'm out here too" He says leisurely, picking a Black-Eyed Susan and twirling the yellow flower between his steady fingers.

"So how'd you find this place?" I question and also begin picking flowers to help mom make a bouquet for whoever's children didn't make it through the reaping.

"I stumbled across it last year after my Dad got mad at me for dropping some meat on the ground, I don't come very often though, but I've seen you here a couple of times picking your flowers, sometimes you would sing and I would listen from behind that rock that looks like our escorts nose, I've always adored your bouquets, and your voice." He says dream like, he was very well known also for straying off topic and acting a bit strange, I think that's also why kids make fun of him.

"Thanks" I say slowly before picking a few more flowers and sliding them into my pocket before standing up and looking towards the sun which is slowly making its arc. "It looks like it's about time for the reaping, we should get going"

"Ya" he says quietly staring at the Black-Eyed Susan that he still is twirling in his fingers. "I'll get going in a few minutes."

I run into the house to see mom looking at me with a stern look on her face. "Where were you?" She asks before fussing with my hair "We're going to be late!" She shriek's looking at the old clock on our wall while dragging an old scratchy brush through my hair.

Andrew jumps into the room and looks around, his pasty white shirt blending in a bit to his pale skin that contrasts with his dark brown mop of hair. "Hey Amber" He says hugging me.

"Come on, let's get moving" Mom rushes and pushes us out the door.

When we arrive at the reaping I stand with all the other 15 year olds. I notice Anthony hasn't shown up yet. Our escort Pollux Grave is walking on stage in what he probably thinks is the most dashing suit ever created. It's a disgusting lime green with purple trim and it's sparkly.

He starts his opening speech and I see Anthony rushing in, Pollux pauses, probably feeling completely offended that someone interrupted him. After the crowd goes silent again Pollux begins again in that ridiculous capitol accent.

"Now, for the moment all of you people from district 6 have been waiting for, the honorable chance to be in the Hunger Games! Now let's begin with the girl tributes like always so as we always say, Ladies first!" He squeals almost as loudly as some of the girls in our district after they were asked out to an informal dance some of them threw together one year. "And our girl tribute is…..Amber Jordan!"

I'm stunned as I walk forward quietly and stand next to Pollux, how is it me?

Anthony Underwood's POV

I'm still in the field when I hear the hovercraft come in. "Oh no!" I scream and stand up before noticing something on the ground. It's a shiny rock with the initials AJ carved into its surface. It's Amber's I know it. I slide it into my pocket and sprint out of the field probably trampling a couple of daisies in the process.

Expertly navigating my way through the forest I jump over rocks and fallen tree trunks before making it back to the more populated part of District 6. Everyone is probably at the reaping. I know the way to my dad's shop by heart and rapidly jump over fences towards the town center.

The butchers shop looks like what you'd imagine a butchers shop to look like. It is made out of wood that is painted a boring white color. It has a big sign out front that has a picture of a raw chicken on it, and it says Butchers. Inside the shop it always smells like raw meat, something is always hanging in the storefront window that is made out of special shatterproof glass so someone can't just break the window to get food.

When I slam the door open I see my dad sitting behind the counter with his reaping clothes on. "Come on" He snarls "We've got to get going, if we're too late they'll come and kill us for not showing up for the reaping!"

I pull off my shirt and button up a clean green one and brush my ugly white hair quickly before running out the door.

I can tell the reaping has already started before I can even see the justice building, by Pollux's high pitched squeals. I scramble for the nearest check-in desk so I won't be counted as late and let them sign me in before stumbling into the reaping. Everyone is quiet; I feel millions of heads looking my direction. I can also hear the murmurs of "Rat face."

Pollux looks shocked and stares at me like I have just committed the greatest transgression on the planet.

I quickly find a spot and watch as he starts to call out the girl's name. "And our girl tribute is Amber Jordan!" I feel stunned, I know I shouldn't because it isn't me, but it's always a shock when it's someone you just talked too.

I watch her carefully as she walks forward. "And our male tribute is….Anthony Underwood!" I feel like Amber and I have changed places, now she's the one who looks stunned by this. I walk forward quietly and take notice that Pollux remembers me, the one who came in late. But now I might not ever be coming back.

I need more tributes guys and girls! I don't care if you've already submitted your limit just give me more tributes! I can't keep going without any more tributes! If you would like to give me someone's name and District they can be a bloodbath character and may get a POV or two. But full forms would have more POV's and would probably stay alive longer. So R&R and SUBMIT MORE TRIBUTES!