Thank you to everyone who submitted a tribute! I now have all the tributes sorted and once I finish the reapings, I will put up a poll so you can choose your 3 favourite tributes. Choose wisely as the more votes a tribute has, the more chance they have of going further. I'm on Easter holidays after next week and am off for two weeks so there should be more chapters up as soon as possible.

Cardamon Mason, 15

"You can't volunteer this year," cries mother as she's sorting out my reaping clothes, "you're only 15. At least wait another year or two."

"No, I need to do this. I need to prove to myself that I can do this. Also, Jimmy is ill and he needs Capitol care. If I don't do this, he will die." I may only be 15 but I know I can win the games this year. Plus, it's a Quarter Quell and I will never have the chance to compete in them again. This year is going to be great. My brother will be looked after, we will be living in the victor's house along with my best friend from a few years ago and I will forever be remembered as Cardamon Mason, the winner of the 125th Hunger Games and the 5th Quarter Quell!

I go to my room to dress and sort my hair out. I need to look good for the cameras if I'm going to volunteer in front of Panem. I put my hair into a single braid then go downstairs for breakfast. I say goodbye to my brother and promise him I will come back with Capitol treatment for him. I know we'll be fine. I step out of the house and walk to the signing in desk.

Before I get there, I bump into my best friends. The only reason we get on is because we all use the training centre and we're all allowed to volunteer. I sign in with them and walk over to the 15 year old section. No-one is crying this year. Something's up...

The escort walks out and I don't even bother to learn her name. She reminds us of the reason the Hunger Games was created and I zone out until my friend nudges me to tell me she's about to choose the lucky girl. It doesn't matter anyway, I'm going up anyway. "Sophie -"

"I volunteer as tribute!" I shout at the top of my voice. Yes! I was the first to say it. I realise I just saved one of my friends. What a coincidence. I walk up to the stage with a great, big smile on my face. I'm representing District Two in the 125th annual Hunger Games and the 5th Quarter Quell. This is a proud day to be me. Once I'm on stage, I get asked the usual question.

"And what's your name?" the escort asks.

"Cardamon Mason and I am 15 years old," I say, almost fainting from excitement, "and I am going to win this year's Hunger Games and make myself known." She walks over to the boy's bowl and picks out a slip.

Ratchet Binch, 18

"Ratchet Binch," calls out the escort. Yes, I'm in! I took out so much tesserae the past few years to get in. Plus, it's a Quarter Quell. Is there anything better? As I walk down the aisle to the stage, I stare at the rest of the boys to put them off volunteering in my place.

"I volunteer!" Idiot. Who does he think he is, trying to take my chance at being famous.

"No! I'm not letting him volunteer. I want to be the tribute. I volunteer too, then." I cry, no-one's taking away my glory.

"How exciting, two volunteers!" Squeals the escort, "let's spruce things up a bit this year. Instead of having a fight until one surrenders, let's have a fight to the death. When I say "go", you two will fight to the death and the winner will go into the games. This will be preparation for one of you."

Seems fair enough.

"GO!"

He starts running towards me and I duck as soon as he tries to strike me. I throw him onto his back and throw myself on top of him. I land several punches onto his face to the point where his nose is streaming with blood. He flicks his head up and headbutts me right in the mouth. I can feel blood pouring out of my gums and I spit out the teeth knocked out of my gums. We hold each other by the throat and he pushes me over so now he's on top of me. I put both my fingers on his Adam's apple and press up. He instantly lets go and starts clutching his throat, trying to breathe, but he can't. His throat is swelling, completely blocking his airway. He's still. I imagine the canon when someone dies in the Games going off. He shouldn't have volunteered otherwise this wouldn't have happened. It's his fault. I walk up to the stage and keep a straight face. Any sign of emotion instantly lowers my overall rating. I'm given a different question from the escort because she obviously knows my name.

"Congratulations Ratchet, how are you feeling right now?" I don't answer. Anything I say will affect my rating so saying nothing will make me seem determined, which may even make my rating higher. You never know. I look over to my dad. There's a tear rolling down his cheek. He never wanted me to do this as we have an unbreakable bond between us.

"I'm going to win," I mouth to him. He struggles to give me a smile and that's the last thing I see before I am taken into the Justice Building. My dad, along with my 5 year old sister walks into the room and my sister runs to give me a hug.

"Bye Ratchet," she says with her angelical voice, "see you in two weeks." She has no idea what's about to happen. She just thinks the Hunger Games is just a silly little competition and that everybody gets out. Bless her.

"Just try to win. Stay with the Careers and kill them off in the middle of the night. They won't know anything and you'll be able to win. Please just come home." Does he think it's going to be that easy? They are escorted out of the room and my girlfriend bursts in.

"Why did you kill him? He could have gone in instead of you! Now you've got more chance of dying!" she cries frantically, about to pass out.

"Don't worry, honey. I'm going to come home. In two weeks, you'll be the girlfriend of the winner of the 5th Quarter Quell. Doesn't that sound amazing?" I ask, wiping away her waterfalls of tears.

"I just don't want you getting hurt," she wimpers.

"I'll be fine." As I say that, she is escorted out of the room and I'm left alone, waiting until my partner is finished with her family and friends.