Disclaimer: I am not Suzanne Collins. I do not own the Hunger Games universe. (though it would be awesome if i did)

Warnings for the Chapter: Mild Swearing.

Claire Terri, 15, district 12

The peacekeepers hurry Bryson and I into the Justice building. First in come my parents, my mother weeping and sobbing, my father with a pained expression. That's how it was for the few, short last minutes I had with them, til the peacekeepers dragged them out all too soon. Next in comes my siblings, Lily clutches me and cries, Ryan tries to give me some advice, and Erica watches from afar. The peacekeepers begin to drag them out. Ryan goes out without a fight, while Lily still clutches me and weeps. Erica hugs me and whispers in my ear, "Trust no one, except Laseha from 2. No one else."

"Ok," Is all I can muster up. Erica walks out, Lily being pulled by peacekeepers behind her. I wish she didn't put up a fight. All that will result in is whips across her back. Plus, it's hard enough already.

I half expect Uncle Haymitch to come in, but later I realize he'll be mentoring Bryson and I this year. Uncle will get me out alive I thought, but I wasn't reassured in the slightest. I'm smart, fast and agile. I can win this.

I'm guided to the car that will take me to the train. I'm surprised to not find my district partner when I get on the train. I head to my room, change into some yoga pants and a T-shirt. I grab some food and head to the main car, seeing that Bryson and my uncle are already there. Correction I think. My mentor.

Haymitch passes Bryson and I each a small notepad and a pencil as the TV screen flickers to life. The District One tributes are basically just careers. The girl is really pretty, the boy looks mischievous. I still write them down as threats. District 2 brings a surprise. A girl my age and a regular Career. I assume that she won't be let in with the other careers, so I write her down as a potential ally and her district partner as a threat. District three brings a blind girl and a seventeen year old who could be a career. I write the boy down as a threat. District four is just two more careers. District five brings another older male and a small girl. Six is nothing. The boy's a bloodbath for sure. The girl... I suppose could be an ally. District 7 brings two... Siblings... Cousins? I'm really not sure, but the must know each other really well. I marked stay away from seven in my notes. Eight is a gentle giant and another very little girl. I mark the boy as a threat. 9 is a 12 year old and another giant. The boy is marked as a threat. The girl could be something special. 10 is another potential ally and a bloodbath. The girl looks trained. Eleven is two small children. Possible allies... But I won't write that down. District twelve flashes on screen and Bryson and I were reaped. Then the TV turns off.

"Threats?" Haymitch questions.

"Boys from 2, 3, 4, and 8, girls from 1, 4, 6, and 10." Bryson says.

"Both from 1, boys from 2 and 3, both from 4, girl from six, and the boys from 5, 8, 9, and 12," I say. "

"Why me?" Bryson asks.

"Because at seventeen you already have a full blown six-pack," I say, giggling like a school girl. Bryson chuckles as well, but Haymitch cut us off.

"Allies?" He asks gruffly.

"I don't need no fucking allies," Haymitch gives him a stern look, "Uh... boys from 3, 5, 8, and 9,"

"Girls from 2, 6, and 10,"

"Looks like your alliances won't cross very soon," said Haymitch. "What're you good at?"

"I'm okay with larger weapons and I'm strong," Bryson says.

"You probably can use larger weapons," Haymitch said. "But by the look on your face you couldn't hurt a fly." Bryson looked hurt, then stormed out. "Next?"

I don't respond. I walk out, bumping into Bryson in the hall.

"You okay?" I ask.

"'M fine," he said gruffly, trying to appear tough. He walked to his door, turning his eyes to meet mine. His gaze softened.

"Goodnight, Claire." And like that, he turned and strolled into his room, closing the door behind him.

I silently creep into my room, and fall asleep.

Laseha pexix age 15 district 2

"What the heck? What were you thinking? You've had no training! You're gonna die!" I hear my parents say, but I just grin insanely. The peacekeepers, not very harshly, drag them out. My brother comes in, apparently not mentoring this year. "Lash, why did you do that?" He asks, making my heart shatter from guilt. "You know how hard it is, killing innocent teenagers. I still have nightmares about it. You're not trained. You're not-" his voice falters. "Ready, for all of this," he chokes out.

I tried to keep my sarcastic self, said, "I train on Friday nights and in the afternoons at the academy."

"Lash, just-" he began. "Be careful." And he left.

I sit down on the sofa in the train, plopping some popcorn into my mouth. Five minutes later my district partner and our mentors enter, just in time for the replay of the reapings. Alec won't look at me, eyes fixed to the screen. District One flashes on, a pretty girl volunteers as well as a younger boy, roughly 16 I'd guess. Two more years of training ahead of him. He'll have to prove himself. The girl is beautiful. I'd be envious if I wasn't even more beautiful myself. I saw myself volunteer and Alec get reaped. Wow, I looked like a maniac. District Three is nothing I couldn't handle, just a dumb boy and a blind girl. District 4 will definitely be in the alliance. I watch 5, 6, & 7 with little interest, the only thing standing out to me is that the tributes from Seven have the same name. The girl is pretty short, and the boy isn't promising either. Eight and nine have two older boys and two young girls. The boys have a slim chance to be let in with the careers. 10 is nothing special, but the girl could be a potential ally if I'm not let in with the Careers. 11 is two small children. 12 is a seventeen year old handsome giant and...a familiar name. Claire Terri. That must be one of Erica's sisters. I'll ally with her as soon as I get out of the Career alliance... which I might not be in because of the glare Alec is giving me.

"Thoughts?" my mentor, Enobaria asks.

"Nothing I couldn't handle," Alec says gruffly.

"Same here." I said. "Though for sure District Four is in the alliance, and the girl from One is in, her district partner will have to prove-"

"You'll have to prove yourself," Alec snarled.

"Excuse me? I am just as capable if not more capable then the other Careers this year. And if you think otherwise, go jump off a cliff, bitch."

Alec storms out, slamming the door behind him.

"Sorry about that," I say in a sweet and innocent voice. "He has anger issues." Neither Brutus or Enobaria responded.

"Well?" I said. "Carry on..."

Matty Zaveen, age 16, District Ten

After a quick goodbye with my father, I am herded onto the train, my district partner in tow. We make small talk. I learn that he has a brother and a sister, his favorite color is green, and that he's fifteen. "If I'm doing the math right," Lucas said, "I'll turn sixteen on the third day in the arena... If I'm still alive." The tension in the room after that hung over us like a volcano waiting to erupt at any moment. The silence was interrupted by our ugly escort's entrance. "Oh there you two are," he says. "The Reaping will be on in two hours. You may bide the time as you please, just be back here before they begin." And with that, we were left alone again. I went to my room, and slept for a while.

Two hours later I wake up to blue eyes peering at me curiously from across the room. "What the fuck, Lucas?!" I say, throwing a pillow at his face. He catches it with ease, chuckling, and tosses it back. "You need to relax," Lucas says. "Mario told me to come wake you up. The replay start in five minutes."

"Okay. Now get out so I can change." I was still in my reaping outfit. Lucas smirked.

"Fine," he said, backing out the door with his hands up in surrender. I don't change until I'm positive the door is closed. I pick out the most normal outfit I can find: a baggy purple t-shirt, pink slippers, and silky, very short, shorts. I walk over to my door, only to find that it was cracked open very slightly. I barge into the dining car with screams of "I hate you" "What the fuck was that for" and "Bitch!"

Our mentors and Lucas, who were playing some card game, burst out laughing. I huff, and sit down to watch the reapings.

A/N Sorry I haven't updated for a while. I've been really busy and had some serious writer's block for a while. I will try to update more often, but i wanted this chapter to be longer, so it was a while before i was able to update. Just so you guys know, i will be leaving for Boston in about two weeks, and there will most likely be no updates for about a week. I want to thank silverthornofriverclan for reviewing and also guessing correctly who Laseha was texting/PM-ing two chapters ago. Laseha was texting Claire's twin Erica. I've had some people ask me how to pronounce some of the tributes names, for example, Laseha (LASH-eeha) and Peonny. (PE-YO-NEE) Also, if ou didn't know, Peonny is named after a flower (Peony). The poll is still up on my profile so please vote.

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