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Elly Monteque (1)

I hear my mom yelling from downstairs to get up.

"It's too early!" I whine. The sun is shining through the window of my huge, beautiful bedroom and I am about to fall back asleep before she yells,

"You don't want to miss the Reaping!"

This gets me right out of bed. Today is the day that I am going to volunteer to go to the Hunger Games. Some of my friends think I am crazy for volunteering, but I know that I am strong and brave enough to win. Our family doesn't need the money at all but it would be awesome to be known as a victor.

I brush my hair and my teeth and go downstairs to get ready. I take my reaping clothes out of my closet: leather pants, a ripped shirt, and a too big leather jacket. I am not going to look like a daffodil when I volunteer. I don't have to rush because I live right outside the square.

When it is time to go I walk out into the 14 year old section and I stand towards the front. No one is taking this away from me. The Capital lady trills off the usual speech and then reaches into the bowl to pull out the girl name. She doesn't even have time to read off the name before I race up to the stage.

"I Volunteer!"

"What is your name?" the capital lady says.

"Elly Monteque, Victor."

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Daron Greystone (1)

"Just do 140 more sit ups! It's not that hard! Go! Go! Go!" my trainer yells at me. It actually is hard but I know he is pushing me because today is the day of the Reaping. In a few hours I will be volunteering to take the place of whatever measly kid gets chosen.

"Ok take a break before we practice your sword skills for the last time." My trainer hands me some water. I have been training for this day before I was even eligible to compete in the games. Last year I tried to volunteer but someone else beat me to it. This year will be different. I practice my sword skills until I think I am going to fall over and then I go home to get ready for the reaping.

Walking out into the square I see the 15 year old area and walk over into the ropes of the section.

"Don't even THINK about volunteering." I say. Then I jump forward to scare them, and one kid screams. I smile to myself as I think about how easy this should be.

The capital person drones on about the history of the games and I get ready to volunteer. I see Elly volunteer and then the lady is calling out the boy name.

"I VOLUNTEER!" I yell. The whole crowd goes silent and I laugh as I walk up to the stage.

"My name is Daron Greystone." I walk over to Elly and we shake hands. This is going to be a piece of cake.

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Kiera Gillen (2)

I wake up and put on my sexy red dress for the reaping. It shows my tattoo on my right shoulder and the scars on my back. My dad gave me those scars that one time when he was drunk. Who am I kidding? He's always drunk.

I curl my hair with my new curling iron. I want to look good when I volunteer. I am the only one that I know of who is volunteering this year. I walk out into the square into the 16 year old area. I am not volunteering because I think I can win. I am volunteering because I want to get away from my dad. He probably won't even care when I volunteer.

The annoying capital lady is carrying on about Panem and then she reaches into the bowl to pick the girl tribute. I push to the front of the 16 year olds getting ready to volunteer until she calls out the name.

"Kiera Gillen!" I pause and I look up towards my dad. He is passed out from alcohol.

I stalk up to the stage in my red dress and I stand there with my arms crossed. I am mad. Now that it isn't a choice, I don't want to go to the games. Dying now won't prove anything. I am going to try to win.

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Chris Caster (2)

I walk into the square with my parents and siblings.

"You won't have to go to the games, Chris." My mom says. I think she is trying to assure herself more than me.

"I know mom."

I only have one slip of paper in that bowl but there is still a chance that I will get picked. Normally I wouldn't have to worry about being picked, but the training centers have been strangely empty this year.

I walk to the other 13 year olds and I listen to the story of Panem like I do every year. I really love learning about history.

"Ladies First!" the capital lady walks over to the bowl and picks out the name Kiera Gillen. I see a 16 year old strut up to the stage and stand up there like she is mad at the world. I try to hold back a laugh because she looks so silly with half a dress on and that colorful thing on her shoulder.

Then the lady pulls out the boy name.

"Chris Caster!" I freeze. Then I slowly walk up to the stage and when I get there I look over to my family. My mom has fainted and my dad is crying. My dad never cries! My older brother is helping my mom and my little sister is looking around confused. I turn away from them and walk over to shake hands with Kiera. I try not to cry as we are rushed back for the goodbyes.

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Lavender Strawsorrel (3)

"Lavender, I need help!" I wake up to Ali, my sister, yelling for me to help her. This is what happens every day. I get out of bed and find Ali's wheelchair stuck in the doorway again.

Two years ago, when Ali was my age, she had to have her legs amputated. She was working on a project in the lab at school and the girl next to her knocked over some poisonous liquid. The girl didn't mean to but there was no hope for Ali's legs. Ali is a very forgiving person and knows that it was an accident. If that had happened to me then I would never have forgiven that girl.

"Mom! Ali is stuck in the doorway!" I yell.

"Coming!" My mom walks out of her bedroom and helps me push Ali out of the doorway.

"Thanks guys. I guess my wheelchair is just too big to go through that door." Ali says

"Or we need a bigger doorway!" I joke.

Ali is my best friend and I would never let anything happen to her. I get ready for the reaping by putting on my silk blue dress I wore to the reaping last year. I am 14 now and I am so nervous about the reaping. Last year I got called up for the games but someone who was in training volunteered. That person is dead now.

I wheel Ali over to the 16 year olds area and I walk over to the 14 year olds area. The capital guy starts talking and I try to zone him out and calm down. I won't get picked! There is only one sheet with my name on it in there!

Then he calls out the name.

"Ali Strawsorrel!"

"No!" I yell before I can stop myself. "She is in a wheelchair!"

"I'm sorry miss, but she has to go unless someone volunteers."

"Then- then I volunteer!" I run up to the stage just to make sure that Ali doesn't have to go. I am so glad that Ali will be safe but I know that I am going to die. I don't have any training at all.

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Mark Vires (3)

I wake up to the sound of cheering in the square. Oh no! Today is the reaping! If I am late then the peacekeepers will shoot me! I rush out of bed and throw on whatever clothes I find first: Some plain jeans and a gray shirt. I look at myself in the mirror in my room and I nod my head.

I'm 6 feet tall with brown hair and eyes. My six pack shows through my shirt. All of the girls want to date me but I don't really like any of them. I am looking for that one special girl, but I probably won't find her where I live. I am looking for more than just a pretty face.

I rush out the door to the square and I squeeze into the back of the section for 18 year olds. Then it hits me what today is. Today is the day of the reaping. The day that one or two of us will be forced to die in the Hunger Games. Good thing this is my last year to be eligible. I was really late so I got here when the guy from the capital was calling out the girl's name.

Now he is reaching into the guys bowl. Then he calls out the name.

"Mark Vires!" It takes me a second to process what he just said. Then I realize that he called out my name. I shakily walk up to the stage and stand next to Lavender.

"Any Volunteers?" I pray that someone volunteers but no one does. I am going to the Hunger Games.