It's me again, first of all I'm sorry I haven't updated all break, secondly Happy new years, and thirdly I was looking at the reviews and I noticed that we have 41 reviews the same as the year of this hunger game, I thought it was interesting.

Titan Raine, District Four Male Tribute

Finally, I think to myself, I get a moment to relax and just swim. I live in District Four, so naturally I like water and everything that has to do with it. At this particular second, I am on the beach stretching and about to wade into the water. Jakeson, my pet turtle, is right beside me. Yes, I have a pet turtle, go ahead and laugh but Jakeson is a sea turtle and is about six feet across and let me tell you, he can swim.

I make my way to the water, checking my watch as I go. It's 9:36 so I have plenty of time to swim. All I do is splash around and swim just beyond where I can't touch the bottom. I am cautious about the deep ocean and sharks. I read somewhere that long ago they were about 15 feet long but they have morphed into thirty foot long monsters with teeth as long as my feet.

I stay in the water for another two hours. After that I get out, dry off, and head home. I pick up a stick on the way, a five-foot long branch that is straight as an arrow. I launch it at a tree about thirty yards and manage to get it to stick into the trunk about an inch in. Not as good as usual but still okay. I walk the seven blocks to our house and walk inside.

Lesly Riddle, District 4 Female Tribute

Wow is the only thought that runs through my mind. I am bored out of my mind listening to our dumb mayor do his spiel about the Dark Days. Once, when I was younger, I actually raised my hand and asked him to hurry up. Of course, I got punished when I got back to the orphanage. The head lady, Mrs. Mcgilcot told me, "Now, now, Lesly, that was a very stupid thing for you to do at the Reaping." She took out a knife from the kitchen. "Don't you feel foolish?" And she put the knife above my left eye and drew it sharply across my eyebrow. I just stared at her as the blood ran into my bright green eyes.

Anyway, I thought about all of that and by the time I got to the part about how Mrs. Mcgilcot told me not to do anything like that ever again, the mayor had finished.

Our escort bounces over to the girls' ball and pulls out a slip of paper. She reads, "Kaitlin Greenworth."

I watch as a little blonde haired girl stands from the 12 year old section. I stand, not being able to help myself, and yell that I volunteer. I courageously make my way to the stage, or at least I think I look courageous, probably I look blank faced. When I finally make it I have a flashback to when I was twelve and that older girl volunteered for me. I saw her die in the arena and I won't have Kaitlin go through that like I did. I will win.

Arthur Albana, District Five Male Tribute

"Mom, how're you feeling?" I ask cautiously.

"Oh I'll be fine," she mutters weakly.

"Let me get you some water," I say as I walk out.

I can tell she's lying when she says she's okay. I know enough about medicine that she is going to die; I know enough to know that we can't afford the medicine to keep her alive. As I'm pouring the water, I look at the calendar on the wall and realize that today is the Reaping. If I were to volunteer for the Games and win, then I could win enough money to keep mom alive and well. I make up my mind and head back to her bedside.

Nia Hawthmenning, District Five Female Tribute

Sitting in these hard plastic chairs really isn't very fun. We have better chairs in school. The speech that the mayor gives is always the same one but it is kind of interesting. Well, the mayor makes it interesting; he got elected because he was really fun. After he finishes, the escort gets up and sluggishly makes his way to the glass ball. I think he might have had too much liquor today.

"Naa Hethmwembleing" he says. Nobody gets up so I guess he read it wrong.

He falls over on the stage and our mayor runs up and grabs the note. He reads, "Nia Hawthmenning."

I gasp. It takes a second for my mind to register that the name is mine. Somebody pushes me from behind and I make my way to the stage. As I'm standing between the glass balls I see the mayor put his hand into the boys' glass ball and calls out, "Arthur Albana."

Immediately, a kid in the seventeen year-old section stands up and volunteers. He turns red and then walks up to the stairs. The mayor asks the boy his name but I already know who he is. Arthur Albana just volunteered for himself.

Virgil Silas, District Six Male Tribute

It's not my fault; it was the stupid kid who tripped me. I don't care who he is; he tripped me. He said sorry, like that would fix anything. Well he's sorry now that he has no nose to speak of. One punch was all it took to lay that kid out; he looks so pathetic lying there with his face covered in blood. When a crowd starts to gather I push my way out.

When I make it home I slam the door as hard as I can, effectively breaking one of the hinges.

"You know, you should really consider letting things go for once," Lucia says with a smile, looking up from the newspaper that she was reading. I smile at her, she's my sister and well, she's perfect. I love her to death but I think that she is too good for me to love.

My dad walks in after that. "What did you do this time?" he asks.

"I hit some kid who walked past me."

He sits me down and gives me his talk like he does every time I do something like this, which is about 3 times a week. I can tell he doesn't really mean his words but mom made him promise to straighten me out when she died. When I think about her my eyes start to water up. I wish she were here now. "Now, you should go get dressed; we have to be in the square by 12:00."

I make my way to my room, thinking that this is my last year, and it will be the best of my life. Once the reapings are over I will be done. What are the chances I'm going to get picked anyway?

Antebellum Cadmus, District 6 Female Tribute

No is practically the only word in my vocabulary. Yes, I am blind, but no I do not want help. I never even consider accepting help from my fellow people. I slowly make my way to the square. It takes me about forty-five minutes to arrive.

When I make it, I reluctantly ask my mother where the 18 year olds section is because they move it every year. After I make my way to my section, I wait for what seems like forever. Finally a man that apparently is the mayor starts to speak. He talks about the Dark Days when the districts rebelled against the Capitol. Then somebody with a Capitol accent starts speaking. I hear footsteps against a wooden platform like a stage. When she speaks I can make out her words perfectly like the accent was fake. "Antebellum Cadmus."

I stand shakily to my feet and someone puts a helpful hand on my arm, but I throw them off. I somehow make my way to the stage, by which time the escort had called the boys name. Virgil Silas. That name is going through my mind almost as quickly as my own. Suddenly another hand is placed on my shoulder. I try to shake it off as well, but it is too strong. It guides me onto the stage and then speaks. "I'm Virgil. Allies?"

"Allies."

Okay there you go another three reapings down. What did you think, I honestly want your feedback? I'm sorry that I didn't update very quickl- oh who am I kidding, I was slower than molasses running uphill on a freezing day with a lot of rocks, sorry about that. Also I would like to admit that I have completely lost track of points. So let's all count I updated too slow and I lost track of the only thing that I really needed to keep track of. Please tell me of anything else that I got wrong. Bye-bye.