A/N: Thanks for your tributes guys! Also, thanks to Twirlgirl821 for the idea to do the Reapings like this; it went by a lot faster. Here are all of the tributes so far and now you can sponsor tributes. I'll try to have another chapter up soon. Keep reading! R&R!

Kesha POV

Stefani follows me as I trot out of the house. I can't stand Dev, my mother's sleaze-bag of a boyfriend. Of course, she's a sleaze-bag too, so they're perfect for each other. "Kesha! Kesha! Wait up!" Stefani is the only full sibling out of the four that I have, and she's the only one that I can stand.

"I don't wanna talk about this, Stef." This morning before my mother woke up, Dev tried to feel me up in his drunken stupor. I had never felt more violated and humiliated in my life. When I slapped him, he called me just about every vile name in the dictionary and not in the dictionary. "I hate them!"

"Kesh, he was just drunk. Please come back!" Stefani pleads, grabbing my thin wrist. "Don't run away!"

"Stef, I'm just going to the Reaping. Come with me?" I say, tugging on my filthy secondhand shirt. I never dress up for the Reaping. In a year though, it'll be my last Reaping and I'll be safe forever.

"Fine. But don't leave me alone with them later, Kesha!" Stefani begs me, linking her arm through mine. My fifteen-year-old sister is my best and only friend. And off we go, to the Reaping.

Ax POV

"Hey Ma," I say, walking into the tiny room that serves as our main room.

"Hey Ax," my mother replies, her dark graying hair is pulled into a messy bun. Her tired hands are running over a picture of my dead father. I awkwardly run my fingers through my spiky short hair. I am tall for my age, and I have slight muscles from the school sports. "How'd you sleep?"

I didn't want to tell her that I had another dream about Dad so I just lie and say: "Good."

My mother clears her throat. "Well, that's good then. Are you ready for the Reaping?" Our small family never has breakfast because we can't afford it. My mother looks at me with her tired grey eyes and sadly smiles. I take her arm and we head off to the square.

When we get to the town square, we are a little bit late. Mayor Redding is addressing the crowd and reading the Treaty of Treason. Trill Sari, our district escort, is strutting onstage in at least six-inch high heels. Once the mayor steps down from the rotting podium, Trill positions herself behind the microphone and greets our dirt-poor district. "Hello District Twelve! Happy Hunger Games! Let's start with the girl tribute." Trill walks over to the Reaping Ball on her right. "Kesha Goldenrod!" She twitters in an annoying soprano voice. A morbidly thin girl with dishwater blonde hair and paler blonde highlights walks up to the stage from the Seventeen line. She's about 5'4" or 5'5" and she looks pretty breakable. But as my mom always says, don't judge a book by it's cover; no matter how fragile that cover may be, in Kesha's case. A sound of utter agony emanates from the Fifteen line. Kesha will be missed. Trill smiles scarily at the girl tribute and proceeds to the other Reaping Ball. She pulls out another slip of paper. "Ax Krillenhall!" She yells excitedly. My blood freezes. I am going to die.

Kesha POV

I don't allow anyone to visit me, because I know that my mother, Dev, and all of the love-children will come with Stef. Instead, I stalk onto the train and sit down, waiting for Ax, my district partner, to join me. I think about what happened at the Reaping. Soon, Ax joins me. He must not have had many visitors. Or any, for that matter. "Hey," I say.

"Hey," the huge sixteen-year-old replies. "No visitors?" I shake my head. "My ma came in. Didn't say anything though, just cried. A lot." Ax laughs bitterly. I stay silent and stare straight ahead. I can't make friends, I'm going to have to kill him soon, so I can't make friends. I tell myself over and over again. Because, face it, it's hard to resist liking this guy. Then, our mentor, Marley, comes in. Marley is the only victor since the 74th Annual Games. She is young, she won about two years ago and is still eligible to be Reaped, at age eighteen. She is beautiful, with silky black hair and deep blue eyes. Her looks alone might have kept her alive, but she is a demon with a sword, and no one saw it coming.

"Hello, you two," she says, in a surprisingly raspy voice. "Now, you look pretty strong, so you can probably handle hand-to-hand combat pretty well, and you look very agile and quick on your feet, which will definitely help you in the arena." She observes us. "But of course, neither of those will be enough to win the Games, so let's get ahead of the other tributes and watch the Reapings, shall we?" Marley gives us a big smile and slips in a tape. The huge plasma screen in front of us lights up with color as we see the town square of District One. Marley fast forwards through the Mayor's speech and the escort's greeting. The District escort paces to the girls' Reaping Ball and pulls out a slip of paper.

"Glamor Zon!" At the escort's words a sultry woman with long platinum blonde hair and brilliant blue eyes pads up to the stage from the Eighteen line with incredibly long legs and a willowy body. Marley pauses the tape when Glamor steps onto the stage, giving us a full-view of the girl.

"Now," Marley turns to us, "what do you think about her?"

I look over at Ax, expecting him to answer, but he is too busy ogling at the tribute. Guess I have to. "Uh, she has long legs, so she might be able to run fast, but they don't look very muscly. But with a face like that, sponsors will line up for her." Marley nods at me, looking impressed.

"Very good, Kesha. Ax, anything to add?" Marley turns to Ax. She has to repeat her question before Ax hears her.

"Oh, uh, I think that Kesha got it." Ax says. I roll my eyes, he probably didn't even hear what I said. Marley plays it again.

The district escort goes to the boys' Reaping Ball and pulls out another slip of paper. "Carbon Night!" A small boy around fourteen with dark brown hair and bright green eyes goes to stand next to Glamor. By the way he's looking at her, I can tell that she's his crush. Again, Marley pauses it.

"How 'bout Carbon?" Marley asks. Ax answers this time.

"He's small and has virtually no muscles, so he won't make it out of a hand-to-hand, but he's probably good at hiding and climbing. And he has blisters between his thumb and index finger so he probably is decent at throwing knives." I stare at Ax, feeling my jaw drop. He is more perceptive than I thought humanly possible.

"Wow, excellent Ax! I am very impressed!" Marley says, her jaw dropping open like mine. "Are you two ready to move on to District Two?"

Marley fast forwards again and another escort, this time a man reads aloud the tribute: "Kina Dawson!" A tall and lanky sixteen year old starts the procession up to the stage when a voice is heard from the Eighteen line.

"I volunteer!" A tall girl with long, curly, dark brown hair goes to stage in the place of Kina Dawson. "My name is Ebony Darknight and I volunteer as tribute." The tape freezes.

"Well since she volunteered, she must have been training for years. Her legs look very muscular and long, so she can run, and she may be good at hand-to-hand combat. She's also pretty, so she'll most likely get sponsors." I blurt out, almost competing with Ax for who would answer first. The tape plays again.

"Ri-" The escort begins, but is cut off by a hissing voice coming from the Sixteen group.

"My name is Erik Roberts and I volunteer as tribute." A buff boy with chin-length oily black hair and squinted mint green eyes steps onto the stage. He reminds me uncannily of a snake, even by his voice; he holds out his "s"'s.

"What about him?"

I answer again. "Well, he is very strong, so we don't want to be caught without a weapon around him, and he has probably trained for years, like Ebony. He probably also knows how to use many weapons, too. I think that Ax and I should steer clear of this guy."

"Good, I would give you the same advice. Onto the next," Marley skips to District Three.

The escort calls Mila Keeley to come up, and a pretty fourteen-year-old girl with long chocolate brown locks and unusual brown and green eyes steps next to the escort. She looked to be very breakable, and I doubted that she would last long in these Games. She didn't look like she particularly had any training in anything, and I could tell that Ax couldn't see any blisters or other signs, so she was practically harmless. Next, the escort calls up a boy named Derek Labre. He is tall and handsome, with black hair, pale skin, and deep blue eyes. "What about him, guys?" Marley asks.

"He has those blisters, so he might be good at knife-throwing and swordplay, and he's probably good with explosives, since he's from District Three. He probably won't get into the Career pack though, so he might not be exposed to the materials he would need to make a bomb or something." Ax informs us. Next is District Four; fishing.

"Emma Townsend!" An escort with tall hair molded like a wave reads a piece of paper. A pretty young girl with delicate features, brown hair, and pale blue eyes steps onto the stage.

"So?" Marley prods.

"Emma has a muscular body, so she's physically strong, and she's probably a good swimmer and works wonders with a trident since she's from Four." I conclude. Marley nods. Ax presses play on the T.V. screen and the Reaping continues.

"Griffin Lively!" Suddenly a boy yells that he will volunteer.

"My name is Marcus Lively and I volunteer as tribute." The boy, Marcus, is very tall and handsome; with dark blonde hair and piercing sky blue eyes. He's very muscular and he would probably make it out of a fight with Erik Roberts not fatally injured.

I tell Marley that he would probably make it out of a fight with Erik. She agrees thoughtfully. Ax also agrees.

Ax POV

Marley, the most gorgeous mentor ever, plays the District Five Reaping for us. Kesha is watching the screen intently. I decide that she is pretty. Marley catches my eye and sends me mental messages to look back at the screen. I sigh and look back at the screen.

"Celsie Crete!" A pretty girl with long wavy red hair and huge brown doe-eyes walks to the stage. She has small muscles and looks more like a runner than a fighter, but in the Games you never know what people hide up their sleeves. The screen freezes, and then plays again after Marley asks us for our observation. Then the escort calls the name of a young boy with short brown hair named Meck Silkey. Meck basically looked like he was no good at anything, and he would not last long, most likely.

Next came District Six: a very tall girl with slender muscles and a strong nose, Tristie Perkins is her name; and a short slim boy named Lare Corollo. After that is District Seven, where a teeny fourteen-year-old named Avella Hightree and a tall boy named Corin Hightree are Reaped; they are apparently brother and sister. In District Eight there is a handsome man named Ashur and an average looking girl with pudgy cheeks named Annora Carlton. In Nine: a skinny girl named Iota Nightshade with freaky long nails and a tall muscular boy named Colt. From District Ten: a sultry girl with long bronze hair and full lips named Evi Trint and her partner, a very average boy named Drew Mutsaka. The tributes from Eleven: Kiki Tavela with brown hair and eyes and a nose clearly broken many times. Then there is us, looking scared to death up there.

Oh great, I think, the scaredy-cat tributes.

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