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Bianca Calder, 18

I wake up a bit later than usual. I guess it's because I don't have work today. Instead, we have the "dreaded" Reaping Day. I don't see why people call it "dreaded" because it's interesting to find out who will be representing our district in the Hunger Games. Although, tributes from District 5 almost never come back alive. We are in the bottom three for the least victors from their district, along with Districts 11 and 12.

Anyway, I have a good feeling about this year's Reaping. Mainly because, no matter what, I'm going to be on that stage, getting ready to compete in this year's Hunger Games. My grandfather won the 82nd Games and trained my parents until I was born. When I was around six, my grandfather started training me for the games after school and after work as I got older. He told me once I was eligible to compete in the Games, I would be prepared. It's true. I've always felt confident in competing but I never volunteered. I always had something in the back of my head saying I wasn't ready yet. Maybe I wasn't quite ready. This year, as it's my last year and it's a Quarter Quell, I told my whole family I would volunteer. We already had a big discussion over it a couple of nights previously and there were tears but I told them I knew I would come back home. We already live in the Victor's Village and who knows? Maybe we could get two houses here.

I get changed and head downstairs to greet my family who, of course, are in tears. They tell me I mustn't go but I tell them I have to. Plus, it's probably the only bit of adventure I'll ever have in my life. There's obviously the chance I'll die but I have to take that risk. I finish off my breakfast and head out the door to the town centre to sign in and, more importantly, volunteer. Luckily, I only live a short walk away from the town centre.

No-one knows of my plan except my family. Not even my best friends. I get to the sign in desk and walk over to the 18 year old section. I turn to my friend. I smile and give her a wink and she breaks down in tears. She's caught on. She must have no hope in me. The escort comes out and introduces herself as Emma Lyron. Not as fancy as most Capitol names but she's still my escort. She reminds us of the rebellion 125 years ago. Yadda, yadda, yadda and then it's the Reaping. Finally.

"Congratulations to Jessica Hemsworth for being our tribute for -"

"I volunteer!" Before she even gets to finish the sentence, I cry out what I've been dying to say for the past 12 years. I'm so excited! I walk up to the stage and I catch the 13 year old girl looking at me and she mouths the words "thank you" towards me. How sweet. I get on the stage and see a shocked Emma staring at me. It's like I've committed a sin, volunteering.

"District Five's first volunteer for over 40 years! Wow! Congratulations to..." She looks at me, waiting for me to tell her my name.

"Bianca Calder," I say with a huge grin on my face.

"To Bianca Calder, the female tribute for this year's Hunger Games!" She finishes. She walks over to the boy's bowl.

Killian Edwards, 18

I cross my fingers, begging not to be called out. I've had to take out a few tesserae otherwise my family would have starved. Please, don't call out my name. Please. She's just called out the girl. Wait. A volunteer? You must be joking. We haven't had a volunteer in over 40 years. I know that because there is a wall in the town center with a list of all the volunteers and victors and there have only been a handful of both. Her name is Bianca Calder. Calder. I know that name. That's right; her grandfather was the victor for the 82nd Games. Now I'm not surprised she volunteered. Emma walks over to the boy's bowl. I'm literally sweating from terror.

"Congratulations to Killian Edwards!"

"No!" I scream, before I think I scream and every eye in District Five is fixed upon me. I had one year left. Just one year, and this is the year I get called out. I can't hold back the tears. I get carried to the stage like a little baby by a peacekeeper. How embarrassing. I'm on stage and everyone is looking at me. I hope someone shouts the words I've wanted to hear since my name was called out "I volunteer," but no-one says it.

"Ladies and gentlemen, your tributes for District Five, for this year's Hunger Games and the 5th Quarter Quell, Bianca Calder and Killian Edwards."

Not even one clap. Not that I'm surprised. I get taken to the Justice Building and wait for my family to arrive. Within minutes, the door bursts open and my whole family of eight start giving me advice on what to do in the games. Eight voices at once is really not a nice sound so I tell them to be quiet. Once they're all quiet, they all burst into tears. I'm especially sad for dad. I was meant to follow his footsteps and join his business. We spend the majority of the duration crying and only stop when dad puts his hand on my shoulder and tells me something I have to smile at.

"I'm proud of you, son." This is a bittersweet moment. On one hand, it's great that my dad is proud of me. On the other hand, he's saying it as if he's never going to see me again. Maybe I'm right; maybe I'll never see my family again. How will my family cope without me? Before I can reply, I'm interrupted by the peacekeeper telling us time is up. Already? My family go and I'm on my own. Was that really the last time I'd ever see them? I rush to the door and try to hunt down my parents but I'm stopped by a peacekeeper and I'm knocked to the floor. I'm completely out cold.