A/N: Here's a quick filler chapter to give you a feel for our girls from 1 and 2. Remember to submit!

Shannon Belle (18) POV

District 1 female

I toss a piece of golden blonde hair over my shoulder, and survey my friends. As usual, they're all staring, wide-eyed, waiting for me to finish my story. Typical wannabes. Try as they may, I pushed hard for my spot as reigning leader of all the girls in my training academy, and I intend to keep it. We're on our lunch break, but I haven't eaten much. Skinny means pretty, right?

"So, like, he was all 'Shannon, I love you,' but, I don't know, I guess I was bored of him, know what I mean?"

"Totally," says Mona. Mona is probably the closest thing I have to a best friend, even though, truth be told, I can't stand any of these girls. They were all born pretty; destined to marry into a wealthy family and never have to lift a finger. I was born chubby and ugly, destined to train for the games and focus on brawn over beauty. It's funny how things change.

"'Scuse me," I say, pushing away my frozen yogurt. Without anyone noticing, I slip my white plastic spoon up my sleeve. I get up and walk to the bathroom, trying to seem calm and collected. Not only do I always have to appear to be cool and perfect, I have to be cool and perfect. It's exhausting.

I do a quick check to make sure that all the stalls are empty, then lock myself into the one on the end. I take the spoon from my sleeve and shove it down my throat. The frozen yogurt makes a reappearance, and I think Ah, to be thin and pretty.

Ailani Vanover (16) POV

District 2 female

"Okay, great," I tell Chloe, my little sister. "You're getting better. What's 8 times 7?"

"56," she says quickly. "Because 5, 6, 7, 8."

"All I'm saying is you shouldn't force her into doing something she doesn't want to do!" Mom yells. "You always said she was too soft anyway!"

"Being a Peacekeeper is an incredibly well-respected field by those in the Capitol," Dad says. "You act like you want us to be the laughing stock of the district."

By an unspoken communication, Chloe and I both grab our jackets. Whenever our parents are fighting- especially over the matter of Chloe being a Peacekeeper later in life- we head off, usually to the training center.

"But wouldn't it be more embarrassing if she ended up-" Mom starts to respond, but I cut her off by slamming the door.

Once we're safe outside, we begin the short walk to the tribute training center. I'm training to be a Peacekeeper, which makes Dad believe that Chloe should follow in my footsteps. Chloe however, wants to be an author. Her favorite subject in school is her English class, and she usually sits alone on a bench during recess, writing in a spiral notebook that none of us are allowed to see.

Once we get to the training center, we walk over to throwing knives. On occasion, I'll try to teach Chloe how to use a weapon, on the off chance she gets reaped and no one volunteers. As we walk over there, clouds of whispers follow behind us, as the regular trainers talk about the girl who prefers a gun to a sword, and her eight-year-old sister with her nose in a book.

A/N: So, this was just to give you a bit of background on Shannon (Annabeth-TheTributeThatLived) and Ailani (Lulubell2495), and once we have more submissions, we'll put the tribute list up. Byeas!