Authors Note:

Hey guys! I'm really hoping that this is the only District I have to post out of order. I'd love to have all our tributes within the next two days; dream big right! Plus I already have written a little over half of the District 1 reapings and it's an awesome yet extremely disturbing chapter. Trust me you guys are going to want to read it asap!

This is the complete District 4 reaping and just because I'm a jerk I'd like to see 5 reviews minimum before I post the next reaping. I know I'm mean :p Feedback is really important to me though. It lets me know that people are actually reading and what you guys think. Feel free to be harsh! I also am fine if you offer suggestions of alliances for your tribute or what you want to happen to them. I also pay attention to who reviews. If you have a character in the games it would be in their best interest for you to review! I'm also looking for idaes for the arena. I have a few but would love some more! Next chapter I'm going to post my favorite ideas and get everyone's opinions!

Thanks so much for reading guys. I really appreciate it!

Danielle Saphira Hale. Age 13. District 4

When they announced this Quarter Quell I was pretty shocked and saddened. It's not like I have any younger siblings to worry about but the whole thing seemed pretty barbaric and unfair. Those kids had never even had a chance to experience life. Jaymes, my brother, and I talked about it for hours. He was a victor three years ago and although he still tries to act like he did before the games I know he is haunted by the dead tributes. He used to be quite the charmer and cracked the funnies jokes. He still does but he's lost his luster. Jaymes used to walk around with a silly grin on his face now he just looks sad. He would never admit it but the games traumatized him. I wish he was more open with me but I know he is just trying to protect me. Ever since Jaymes got back from the games he explains strategies and gives me tips almost daily; as much as we'd like to pretend I won't ever be a tribute it's likely I will. It is way too common for family members and children of Victor's to get reaped; I guess it makes for good television.

"As a reminder that no one is safe during rebellion, even the most innocent, each District will have a third tribute. This tribute should be no older then 10 or younger then 4."

The only good thing about the Quarter Quell announcement was that instead of the fear I usually feel before reaping days I am just in shock. I guess this is why instead of shaking while getting ready I was sitting on my bathroom sink brushing my hair like it was any normal day. I've always been pretty happy with my hair. It's mostly dark brown with some carmel highlights. I really love the carmel it showcases my sun kissed skin and makes the freckles that dance across my nose less noticeable. Today my hair is cooperating so I decide to simply leave it down.

After arranging my hair stuff I head back towards my room. My mother laid out a simple white dress on my bed. As I pull it on I realize how well it flatters my body. Underneath the dress my mother left her favorite necklace. I have always admired it. I love the way the thin gold chain looks so dainty around her neck and the small white flower charm looks practically real. When I was little my mom said I'd always play with it during feedings. The necklace used to belong to my grandmother; it's all my mom has left of her so I can't believe she's letting me wear it. I feel so lucky. As I head down the hallway to thank my mother I catch a glimpse of myself in a mirror.

I look stunning.

Jacob Maherl. Age 13. District 4

*Beep, beep, beep* my alarm clock blared.

I was not ready for it to be morning. Last night I spent hours tossing and turning wanting today to never arrive. I quickly pressed snooze so I could have a few more minutes to pretend today was an average day but no matter how hard I tried I wasn't going to fall back asleep; today was the reaping. It's not that I'm exactly scared for the reaping I'm more indifferent to the games; it's the what if's that bother me. What if I get picked? What if Ceeara or Samuel got picked or even Adam or Luka?

To be honest I wouldn't be too devastated t if Adam or Luka got picked. As far as brothers go they are lacking. Adam is a pretty typical 9 year-old but he has an uncanny ability to get on my nerves. Yesterday he woke me up by jumping on my bed and brandishing a sword in my face. He seemed really surprised when I knocked him off the bed. What did he expect? A hug? I guess most of his less desirable traits could be excused due to his age but Luka is a whole other story. At 17 you'd think he would be at least a little bit mature but he is not. He seems to get an insane amount of joy by driving me nuts. If I was completely honest with myself I guess I'd be upset if they got reaped. I mean Adam can occasionally be sweet despite his violent nature and Luka used to watch me when I was little. Plus I know them; it'd be really hard to watch someone you know get brutally murdered.

Ceeara and Samuel are a whole different story. They're my best friends. Most people would say I'm kind of a difficult guy to get to know. I can be pretty indifferent when it comes to other people but when I'm with Samuel and Ceeara life is good. They can always make me laugh plus I think I might like Ceeara more then just as a friend.

I guess I can be pretty sentimental for a guy. I care about my friends, no shame in that! You'd never be able to tell by looking at me though. I'm pretty big for my age. At 13 I look closer to 16. I'm not exactly tall but I've gotten some killer muscles this year. Although I have no plans to ever be a tribute in the Hunger Games I enjoy training and weightlifting. It's a pretty great way to kill time.

"Jake, rise and shine sweetheart! Don't want to be late!" I hear my mom call from downstairs.

I guess it's time to get this show on the road.

Danielle Saphira Hale. Age 13. District 4

Every year when I arrive at the reaping I am surprised by how many people there are in District 4. It takes me quite awhile to locate the 13's section due to the crowd. Once I locate my section I see Alicia waving at me. Alicia is one of my two closest friends. Even though today is the reaping Alicia looks genuinely happy to see me. Something truly sad would have to happen to make that smile fall. I slip quickly under the ropes and before I can even regain my footing she hugs me tight.

"I'm so glad I found you! I was worried I was going to be all by myself," Alicia has too nearly scream to be heard over the crowd.

I just give her a small smile as an answer; I'm busy searching the crowd for Connor. Connor is my other best friend. He's usually easy to spot in a crowd. He's pretty tall and has curly brown hair that is easy to pinpoint but I can't see him. Connor is also usually alone. It's not that he isn't nice or attractive; he's both but he is a man of few words. I guess that is why most of the girls in our grade find him mysterious.

Through the corner of my eye I see our escort rising from her chair. We've had the same escort for the last few games but this year her hair is pink instead of the usual green. I guess the mayor already finished reading the treaty. I didn't know I'd been running late. I think the escort's name is Ily but we usually refer to her as the crazy bouncing lady. Whenever she walks she seems to bounce. It's unnatural.

"Good morning everyone! Aren't you excited for this ah-mazing Quarter Quell?" she says with a huge smile, "because I know I am!"

I try to avoid giggling but she's so ridiculous I can't help myself, I end up snorting.

"Ladies first now!"

I watch as she spends ages digging around the reaping ball. The odds of it being me are so small yet I can't help but worry about me as well as Alicia.

"Our lucky female tribute is… Danielle Hale."

I don't even realize I'm moving until I reach the steps. As I look out towards the crowd I see Alicia; she's not smiling. She's crying.

Leon Ray Shamine. Age 9. District 4

As I watch the girl walk towards the stage I see she's shaking. I hate Reaping Days. I hate the Games and I hate being scared. I hate emotion in general but Reaping Day always gets the best of me. I can't help myself; I begin to cry. Big tears are falling down my face. I want to run. I try to pull my hand away from Petra's but she holds me tight.

"Shhh, Leon it's okay. This will be over soon; then we can go home," Petra tries to reassure me but it doesn't work. I pull harder, in response she scoops me up and hugs me. She understands me too well. All I want to do is run away and she won't let me. I begin to thrash and kick.

I usually really love Petra. She is my everything. I've never had a real family. My parents died when I was a baby leaving my brother to fend for both of us. When my brother died in the games I was left alone. I spent a few weeks searching through trash cans and hiding to sleep; I wanted to avoid the Children's Home. I guess I was doing a poor job of being sneaky though because one night I woke up to Petra carrying me to her home. She's taken care of me ever since. I hate the fact I failed at taking care of myself. I hate being dependent on Petra but I do love her a lot.

"Leon, I know you're scared but you're causing a scene. You don't want to get into trouble now, do you?" Petra says softly while stroking my long brown hair. I refuse to have it cut.

I try to pay attention because that's what Petra wants plus I know she's right. All my tantrum will accomplish is getting me in trouble. I hate trouble. The escort is talking and giggling. I hate how happy she sounds.

"Now shall we pick our boy tribute? Come on now I want to hear some cheering!" The silly lady says with a fake grin. A few people clap and cheer but most people are quiet. I guess I'm not the only person who hates Reaping Day.

"Our boy tribute is… Jacob Maherl! Congrats Jacob!"

I watch as a boy walks silently towards the stage. I hear a girl scream in the crowd. I can see the boy staring at a girl pushing through the Peacekeepers towards the stage. She climbs the steps two at a time. I watch her kiss him. Yuck. I hate kissing. The girl shrieks as the Peacekeepers remove her from the stage. She is acting like I do when I throw a tantrum. I hate tantrums, although I sure am good at throwing them.

Once the girl is quieted our escort continues. "Now it's time to pick our lovely little tribute! I'm so excited about this surprising twist; aren't you guys?" This time no one cheers or claps. "Our lovely little is… "Leon Shamine! Everyone give a hand for little Leon. Where is he at?"

I feel Petra snuggle me closer and she begins to walk. I watch silently as she heads towards the steps. I begin to cry harder and I can't help myself I start tantruming. I don't want to go. They can't make me. I'll run away and live in the woods.

I hate the Hunger Games.

Jacob Maherl. Age 13. District 4

Ceeara just kissed me and I am a tribute in the 175th Hunger Games. I might die and I think I'm in love; damn. I'm not going to go down easily though. I can fight even kill if it means coming home. I will come home. I have to come home. I want to be able to kiss Ceeara again; I need to be able to kiss her again. It's too bad I can't see her again. It's more then just bad; it's devastating. Due to the "stunt" she pulled they said I couldn't say my goodbyes. So while the other tributes are in the Justice Building being weak I am thinking of all the ways I can be strong, all the ways I can kill, and how to come home. I will come home.

Danielle Saphira Hale. Age 13. District 4

Saying good bye is hard; impossible even. I do not want to do this. I don't want to be a tribute. I do not want to die. Mom and Dad just left; they couldn't stop crying. They kept telling me that I could win but if they were so sure why where they crying?

Jaymes came next. He was surprisingly calm. He reminded me of all the strategies I know. He told me I could win this. For whatever reason coming from him it sounds so easy. I have a chance. I could win this; I will win this. I will be a Victor just like him.

I can see the door opening once more. It's Alicia. I'm so happy to see her. She runs through the door and hugs me tight. I can barely breathe but I don't mind. I want to remember this moment forever. She's sobbing and I can't help myself. I sob too.

"Win Danni, I know you will. Win Danni or else" and then she's gone. I can't believe she's already gone.

I can hear the Peacekeepers grumbling outside the door and a voice pleading with them: Connor.

"Connor, Connor, Connor" I can't help myself I'm screaming. I watch as the door opens and Connor pushes through the Peacekeepers. Before I even know what is happening I'm swept off my feet. Connor kisses me with passion.

"Don't forget me please. I'll be waiting when you get back. Always remember who you are," and then before I even realize what's happening he is gone too.

I'm left all alone with only memories left of those I love. I may never see them again. I can't help myself I begin to sob again. I need to win. I must win. I will win.

Leon Ray Shamine. Age 9. District 4

I've never spent so long snuggled in Petra's arms. She is my only goodbye. She's the only person that matters to me. I don't know why this is happening to me. All I know is I'm going to die like my brother. I can't stop crying. I want to stay snuggled with Petra forever. I'm safe with her. For once in my life I was finally safe and now I'm going to die. I hate the Hunger Games.