Anthony Lavoisier, 18, District 7

I finally finish my wood carving for Angelina. It is one of my finer pieces, carved delicately into the bark of an azalea tree. It was one of the scrap pieces from work yesterday. I carved it into a small, heart-shaped box, with the letters A+A on the top. Her present for celebrating our last reaping. After quickly eating breakfast, I go to the oak tree. Our tree. When I get there, I didn't see Angelina anyway. I sat down by the old tree and waited. And waited. And waited. But she never came, so I had to walk to the reapings alone. After checking in, I look around for Angelina, but I still don't see her. The video only lasts a few minutes, most people actually wishing it was longer, to delay the harsh reality of what the reaping do to us people in the district, but others, waiting for the video to end so the reaping will hurry along with quickly, as if pulling off a Band-Aid. The escort, Velia, I believe her name was, grabs a girl's name. I cross my fingers, hoping it's not Angelina or anyone close to me.

And it's not.

"Jordan Dematé"

A sixteen-year old girl walks up to the stage. She has lighter skin, long brown hair, and blue eyes. She appears tall for her age, with a strong build.

Half way there I thought. If I'm not Reaped I'll never be eligible for the reapings again.

"Anthony Laviosier," I walk up to the stage. I clench my fists, but I play along like a good boy and shake my District partner's hand. The escort smiles sickly. I scowl at her, wiping that ugly smile off her face. "Jordan Dematé and Anthony Lavoisier!" I am about to thrash out at Velia, when the Peacekeepers pull me into the justice building.

My family comes and says goodbye, my sister's advice cut short by Peacekeepers. My next visitor is Angelina. She throws her arms around me, saying "I'm sorry I didn't make it to the oak, today. Please try to win. I'm going to miss you." We make out till it's time to leave. After a short drive I am ushered into the train. My district partner is there already. I tap on her shoulder, startling her. "Oh hey," she says, "Anthony, right?"

"Yeah," I respond. "Jordan?"

"Yep," she pauses for a moment. "Allies?" She asks me.

"Sure," I answer, indifferently, "unless by some miracle the Careers let me in their alliance." Jordan snickers.

"Like that would ever happen."

Melissa Perez, 15, District 8 Female

"Melissa Perez." I walk up to the stage, head held high. I look out to the sea of faces, I notice two people trying to get up to the stage, my sister Ajanti and my best friend Iris. Ajanti reaches the stage first. "I volunteer!" she says, panting. At that time Iris reaches the stage. "No, take me instead," iris insists. "I'm her sister," "I'm her best friend,"

"I am the female tribute!" I yell. They stop their quarrel and the peacekeepers drag them back to their respective sections.

"And the male tribute for District 8 is…Paul Abrove!"

Paul Abrove, 14, District 8 Male

"Good job mate!"

"We won't miss you,"

"Asta lavista, duche,"

"I hope you die,"

"Have fun rotting in hell."

Finally they leave. I honestly don't care what my tormentors say. I just hate the presence of people. No one else comes. No parents, siblings, cousins. But I don't really give a care in the world. I get on the train. My district partner scowls at me. I smirk. "Does that mean you want to be allies?"

"No, it means shove off, idiot." As she's leaving the car, I respond,

"You'll come around eventually."

Emma Tavian, 15, District 9 Female

I sit down in front of the only mirror in the house. My parents don't believe in vanity. They say we must be selfless. My mother snips my long, blonde locks till they only reached just above my shoulder. "Go get dressed," my mother tells me. I nod my head obediently, and make my way to my room. I change into my blue dress. It's very simple, falling a few inches below my knees, with a delicate lace trim on the bottom hem. I walk to the reaping with my parents and younger brother. My parents break off from my brother and I. "Be safe," my father says, as if we have any say in getting reaped.

"Behave," my mother warns.

"Yes mother," Cole and I reply in unison. My mother leaves with my father. "Let's go sign in," Cole suggests. "Ok," I respond.

Our escort appears, and wastes no time drawing a girl's name. "Emma Tavian," he calls out. The next thing I know Peacekeepers pull me up to the stage. By now I'm crying into my hands. I don't care that all of Panem is watching. I look up to see the male tribute get reaped. "Jack Lemmon," I see a sixteen year old boy walk up to the stage. His most defining feature is his hair. Long curly dirty-blonde hair, with a large streak of dark blue parting to the left side of his face. Jack and I shake hands, and I see tears wavering in his face. I sit down in a chair inside the justice building. I wait for my parents to come in, or even my friends, but the only visitor I get is my brother.

"Where's mum and dad?" I ask.

"They said that you should deal with this on your own." Reality hits me: My own parents aren't even coming to say goodbye. I burst into tears again. Cole tries to console me, but the Peacekeepers pull him out. I realize that might be the last time I ever see him. I cry harder until I get to the train. I see my district partner with a similar, grief-stricken, tear stained expression. "Hey," he says, giving a weak smile. He motions for me to sit next to him. Jack hands me a box of tissues. I return the favor with a thankful smile. "Thanks," I reply. I wipe the tears from my eyes. "It's better to get it out now, so you can focus on the games tomorrow," Jack advises.

"I guess you're right," I smile. I study him for a moment, looking from his angelic blue eyes to his blue hair. "What are you looking at?" Jack asks.

"Your hair," I reply, leaving out the fact that I was staring at his eyes. "How'd your parents afford the dye?"

"Well actually we make the herbal mix which turns into dye. My parents own an apothecary. I dye it every other month."

"Cool. My brother works in the fields."

"I think there's some food in the next car over."

"Yum. Let's go eat."

After filling our bellies with the finest Capitol delicacies, Jack, me, and our mentors sit down to watch the reapings. I don't pay much attention, the only thing that sticks out to me is the Careers, who look particularly lethal (especially the tributes from two), and the tributes from 7 look strong. By the time my reaping shows I can feel myself slipping in and out of consciousness. Finally, I succumb to fatigue, and slip into a peaceful slumber. At least for a few minutes.

I'm at the cornucopia. There's a blood coated dagger in my right hand. In front of me are three mutilated bodies. One is the girl from Four. Her head has a gash on it and has blood gushing from it. The next corpse is my brother. His blonde hair is dirt streaked, and his normal smile is gone. His wound is on his thigh, a deep cut that looks infected. The last one in the line is... Jack. His blue hair is strewn across his face. There's a slash on his abdomen. He sits up, coughs up some blood, then lays back down again, falling still. I hear sounds of battle all around me. Then I notice the Career pack racing towards me, ready to avenge their fallen ally...

I jerk to a sitting position, screaming.

"Shh," a voice calms me. "It was just a nightmare. Let's get you to your room."

"I-I killed m-my brother,"

"It's ok," the voice soothes. I feel someone help me up in the dark room.

"The Careers. Th-they are c-coming for m-me."

"Shhh. Just lean on me." I sob freely into the person's chest.

"I-I killed him. H-he's dead. J-Jack is-" I look up and see eccentric blue eyes staring back at me.

"Here's your room. Go back to sleep," the voice urges.

"O-ok," I whimper, falling back to sleep.

Ari Tanity, 16, District 10 Female

"Ari! It's time to come inside. We need to get ready for the Reaping," my sister, Annalise calls. I climb off my horse, a brown mare named Chestnut.

"Coming!"

After changing into my reaping outfit and grabbing my favorite book, Divergent, I head downstairs for breakfast.

"Hey Mom," I greet my mother and grab a piece of toast from the table.

"Ari there's an egg on the table for you."

"Ok, thanks Mom."

(Third Person)

Little did Ari know, a boy no more than a few years younger than her was eating breakfast as well.

"Mom?" Ryan asks.

Kate, Ryan's mom, who was making breakfast for his siblings, Nia and Gemma, responded, "What's wrong, sweets?"

"Well, I'm kinda nervous for my first reaping. I have a lot of tesserae; what if I get Reaped?"

"I know plenty of kids with their names in the bowl more than two times the amount of slips you have. You'll be fine,"

"And, God forbid, you get Reaped, you'll have a better chance than most 12 year olds, because of the work you do on the ranch," Ryan's dad interjects, his mouth full of food.

"Hurry up now. The Reapings start soon."

District Ten's square was filled to the max with teens from ages 12 to 18. Many are nervous; hoping they won't be picked. The escort was just about to pick a girl's name…

"Ariana Tanity." Ari faintly hears her name, but brushes it off as nerves. She looked around quickly, then returns to her book. Where was I? Ari thought. Oh I remember, "The last thing I see is his eyes.-"

Ari feels strong arms pull her to the stage, but continues reading.

"Ryan Wriller," The escort takes the book away from Ari, making her shake hands with the small twelve year old. Ari mouths I'm sorry before returning to her book once again.

Alexia Brite, 15, District 11 Female

"Lex, wake up!" Jes shakes me awake.

"I'm up, I'm up!" I exclaim. I help Jes into her Reaping outfit, and pull her curly hair into a sloppy ponytail.

"Thanks, sis!" she says, bouncing downstairs. I change into my own reaping outfit, a dark purple colored skirt and a faded teal blouse. I go out to the square alone, since no one else in my family is eligible for the Reapings, aside from my cousin Rick who lives on the other side of the district. I wave to my friend Madelin who's in the sixteen year old section. We're in the same grade, but her birthday is before reaping day, mine soon after. I get signed in, then I talk with my friend Shontae until the escort finally graces us with her presence. "Took her long enough," I hear someone mutter. Silently, I agree. Just get the darn thing over with already.

"Welcome, welcome citizens of District Eleven! We ask you all take a moment to watch this cherishing video of our wonderful country's history," our escort says. "And now for the main event! Alexia Brite," the escort announces happily, looking around for the girl tribute. I make my way to the stage, slowly at first, gradually gaining confidence.

"Hello, Alexia. How are you?" the escort asks, sickly sweetly.

"Well, I've just been condemned to death, so… never better, I guess," I say with a forced smile.

"That's the spirit! And the male tribute will be-" she paused for dramatic effect, "Alexander Dillion." My district partner seems normal enough. His skin is slightly tanned, from working in the orchards, no doubt. He seems strong, and would be an asset to the alliance I'm planning to form. I'll probably invite him on the train. I shake his hand, averting my eyes from his icy glare. So much for alliances. Whatever, I'll still ask him.

Goodbyes were very short. I don't dwell on it though. If I'm going to get back home, im going to have to focus on what lays ahead, despite how sadistic it is. My district partner is on the train, with a sorrowful expression in his gaze.

"Hey, I'm Alexia, but you can call me Lex. I was wondering if you were interested in making an alliance-"

"No. Even if I wasn't joining the Careers, you definitely wouldn't be my first pick for an alliance."

Madison Emity, 16, District 12 Female

"The female tribute from District Twelve is... Madison Emity!" The Peacekeepers grab me and pull me up to the stage.

"I can walk by myself," I snarl, jerking out of the Peacekeepers' iron grasp. I walk up to the stage with confidence.

"Well hello dear, who might you be?" the escort asks.

"You just called my name, Effie," I practically growl. "You should know my name."

"Why, she's a funny one. Moving on, District Twelve's male tribute is…Diego Torres!" A short, scrawny seventeen year old walks up to the stage. He's pretty skinny, and his olive colored skin clearly says that he's from the seam. I don't judge, though. "Madison Emity and Diego Torres" we shake hands, sealing our fate.

"Maddie, where are you going?" Autumn asks in her sweet, high-pitched voice.

"I'm going on vacation," I respond, ruffling her hair.

"Ok, fine. But when you get back you're going to take me on vacation, too. Promise?" she asks, holding out her extended pinkie.

"Promise."

Author's Note: Hey guys! I hope you liked the Reapings, I plan on posting the favorite character poll soon, so look out for that. The ship poll will go up after interviews, before many of the ships go down. (; I am seriously shipping Emma & Jack xox even though they have never met. Oh how I love playing matchmaker. Anyways, I really want to know what you guys think, so please review, favorite, follow, or pm me if you find the time, it would mean a lot. :)

The last thing I see is his eyes, -Divergent by Veronica Roth