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Serena Fishel (4)

I wake up to the sound of the ocean lapping against the shore.

The seagulls are singing and the sun is gazing through my window. I slowly sit up and stretch to wake myself up.

My four year old twin siblings are downstairs eating breakfast and I walk down in my PJs to get some cereal.

"Hey Pickle!" I grab Dylan out of his chair and swing him around in my arms. "Whatcha eatin?"

"Ceweal!" he yells excitedly.

"That's awesome! How about you Amelia?"

"I got a toy in the ceweal box, Sewena! It's a wittle fishewman and a boat!" She jumps up and down holding a cheap plastic toy.

"That's so cool! Can I see?" Amelia hands me the toy and I praise her about how cool it is. Then I eat some cereal and go back up stairs to get dressed for the reaping.

I'm excited about the reaping because this is the year that I will volunteer to go fight for my district. In my opinion, it is an honor to represent my district in the games.

I put on a blue and green dress that looks like waves. It really shows the green color in my eyes.

Then I walk out into the square with my parents and my siblings. My parents know I am going to volunteer and they say that they would be sad if I died but they know this is something that I want to do.

I walk into the area for the 16 year olds and talk to my friends before the capitol lady starts talking.

She reaches into the bowl for the girls and calls out, "Olivia Hamilton!"

I wait until the lady assesses a very pale Olivia and then I yell "I volunteer!"

I walk up to the stage as my friend Olivia walks back into the 16 year old area.

"Thanks Serena," she whispers as we pass. I walk up to the stage and try to look the best I can so that I get sponsors.

Colin Underwood (4)

I think about the Quarter Quell as I get ready to go to the reaping. I wonder what the twist in the games will be.

I have heard rumors, but nothing really seems like it would matter that much. I guess I will just have to wait until I'm standing on my metal plate in the arena.

I put on some nice dress pants and a button down shirt because my parents would kill me if I didn't wear something nice.

They feel that I should always look like a gentleman if I am to go somewhere important.

I go downstairs to eat breakfast with my family because that is a family routine.

I'm not complaining or anything because I love my family but it would be nice to not be controlled as much.

My parents put eggs, bacon, and pancakes on the table and sit down at their seats.

"Enjoy!" Mom says. I smile and dig in with my sisters.

I know my parents are trying to fit in one last good meal before I board the train to the capitol. This is the year that I am volunteering to go to the games.

I know I can win because of all my training, but my parents are afraid that I will die.

After we eat, my sisters put on their nice clothes and I head out to the square a little early so that I can get to the front.

The reaping begins about 20 minutes after I get there and Serena volunteers for Olivia.

I knew they were friends but I wouldn't think that she would volunteer for her. Whatever, I might ask her about it later.

The escort is pulling the boy's name out of the bowl.

"Jake Marble!"

Then I yell "I volunteer!" I run up the stairs and stand next to Serena.

"My name is Colin Underwood." Then I smile my best smile into the camera.

"Ok then! Let's hear it for the district four tributes: Serena and Colin!"

Kenta Romaine (5)

"WAKE UP KENTA! WAKE UP!" I roll over and put the pillow over my head.

"Go awayyy!" The yelling stops for a second and I am almost back to sleep until I feel three little 6 year olds jumping up and down around me on my bed.

I ignore them until one little foot jumps on my hair and I feel my head jerk around pulled by my hair.

"Oww! Get OFF! Fine! I'm up!"

I get up and my sisters jump down off of my bed and run out of my room giggling. I love my sisters, Julia, Anne, and Kate, but sometimes they can be a real pain.

I reluctantly get out of bed and pull on my purple strapless dress for the reaping. I straighten my long, brown hair and put a purple clip in it. I walk into the triplets' room and help them all braid back their hair to match.

"Come on guys. Time to go!" They follow me in a line and we go to the square with our mom.

"Ok guys go with mommy!" They follow my mom and I go to the area for 17 year olds.

The capitol escort lady starts talking and I zone her out until she reaches into the bowl for the girl tribute.

"The girl tribute is… Kenta Romaine!" I breathe in sharply and start walking toward the stage.

I trip up the stairs and stand next to the capitol escort.

I look over at the oblivious triplets and my mom. My mom looks like she is about to cry. If I see her cry then I will cry, so I turn away from her and wait to hear the boy tribute's name.

"Fred Smalley!" I look out in the audience and see Fred making his way to the stage.

"I Volunteer!" I look over to where the voice came from and I see a 16 year old running up to the stage instead of Fred.

"My name is Luca Donson." Luca has blond curly hair and he looks pretty confident. I smile slightly at Luca because he grinned at me and then I turn back to look at my mom who is crying now.

I hold back more tears.

Luca Donson (5)

"Let's go Dad!" I'm standing next to the door and ready to go, but my dad always takes too long getting ready.

"I'll be there soon! You go ahead!"

I walk out into the square and spot Kenta: the love of my life. Well, I don't think she knows me, but I know our love will flourish some day.

I have liked her since last year when she helped me pick up my dropped books at school.

I know it's a silly reason to like someone, but for me it was love at first sight.

I walk into the 16 year olds section and stare at Kenta until she catches my eye and I quickly look away. I don't think she cares that I was staring because she is too worried about getting picked for the games.

"The girl tribute is… Kenta Romaine!" I don't realize what she said until I see Kenta walking up to the stage.

"No!" I whisper. Kenta has a family! If she dies, they will have an empty space at the dinner table.

But I only have my dad. He probably doesn't care if I die.

I know I can't volunteer for her because I'm a guy, but maybe I can volunteer for the boy tribute so that I can protect her.

"The boy tribute is… Fred Smalley!"

"I Volunteer!" I yell. I run up to the stage and stand next to Kenta.

I flash a cheesy smile at her and then quickly look away because I know I just looked stupid. It's a good thing that Kenta looks away too.

I smile into the camera and wave at Panem.

Then I see my dad walk out of the house, late as usual. He looks for me over in the 16 year olds area and then when he doesn't see me, turns to look at the stage.

He sees me on the stage and instantly breaks down crying.

He is kneeling on the ground and not even trying to control his tears. I didn't realize that he cared that much about me.

What have I done?

Navaeh Ember (6)

"Hey Carrie, turn on the radio please." My best friend turns on the radio and we hear my favorite song being played.

"Staring at the blank page before you open up the dirty window let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find.

Reaching for something in the distance so close you can almost taste it.

Release your inhibitions.

Feel the rain on your skin!

No one else can feel it for you. Only you can let it in.

No one else, no one else can speak the words on your lips.

Drench yourself in words unspoken!

Live your life with arms wide open. Today is where your book begins.

The rest is still unwritten."

We sing to the song and dance around the kitchen as we make breakfast.

I remember my dad and me listening to this song before he died. He always told me at the end of the song,

"Don't think about the past, because you have control of your future. Always remember that someone out there has it worse than you."

I never forgot that quote. When he died from cancer three years ago, my friend Carrie Storm let me move in. Of course I was sad for a while, but then I remembered what he said.

Now, every night, I think about how it could be worse and how lucky I am.

I snap back to the present when Carrie turns off the radio.

"I love Unwritten! That weird rap song was about to come on so I turned it off."

"Wait the one with the random cussing or the really stupid one."

"The stupid one."

"Good choice turning it off!" I laugh.

"Hey are the eggs done? I finished the bacon and toast."

"Ya they look good."

"Time for breakfast!" She yells. Her brother, Zane, and her parents come down stairs.

"Thanks Carrie. Thanks Navy." Zane says.

Zane's the only one who calls me that. When he met me six years ago, he couldn't pronounce my name, so I let him call me Navy.

It is the day of the reaping. This is the day that kids get chosen to die for the pleasure of the capitol. We finish up eating and then walk out into the district 6 square.

We actually have a new escort this year. She has bright blue hair and an oversized mouth. I think her skin is a weird shade of pink, but maybe that's just me. She said her name was Paula Pinkkey.

"Ladies First!" She reaches into the bowl for the girls and picks out a name. "Navaeh Ember! Am I pronouncing that right?" I walk up to the stage in shock.

"It's Na-va-uh, not Na-vee-eh." I say quietly. I try to think about different ways to pronounce my name instead of thinking about the hunger games.

"Ok now I'll choose the boy's name." She knocks over the microphone on her way to the bowl and I try not to laugh. I feel bad for her; it's only her first day.

"Um ok can someone get that?" Someone in the crowd hands the microphone back to her. "Ok where were we? Oh yes! The boy tribute! "The tribute is… Zane Storm!"

No! Not Zane! Zane is like my brother! I look to Zane and see him walking to the stage crying.

"Ok everyone! Here are your District 6 tributes! Na-va-uh and Zane!"

Zane Storm (6)

I wake up to the sound of the radio downstairs and the smell of bacon cooking.

"Time for breakfast!"

I jump out of bed and run downstairs for breakfast. We are having bacon, eggs, and toast. It is a big breakfast because it is the day of the reaping.

"Thanks guys!" I say to Carrie and Navy. They are my sisters. Well Navy isn't really my sister, but I feel like she is.

Navy has lived with us for three years because her whole family died in some explosion. She doesn't like to talk about it so that's all I know.

I asked my parents and they said they would tell me when I was older.

I am twelve right now and that means that I have a chance to be picked for the games this year.

I would die if I got picked for the games (literally and figuratively). I haven't trained or anything and my parents hate the games.

I finish eating and help clean up breakfast. Then I walk out to the square with my family.

I see the new escort and I feel bad for her. She doesn't really know what to do and she sounds uncomfortable when she talks.

She reaches into the girls bowl and digs around for way too long. Then, finally, she pulls out a name.

"Navaeh Ember! Am I pronouncing that right?" I cringe at her lack of sympathy and then realize who she called.

"Not Navy!" I think. I look over at Navy and see her stiffen and then walk up to the stage in weird long steps.

Navy corrects the capitol lady and then stands up on the stage and stares off into space until the boy name is called.

"Zane Storm!" My head snaps up to my family. They are already crying because of Navy, but start balling when they hear my name.

I can't help but cry as I walk up to the stage and stand next to Navy.

Once the games end, my family will have at least one empty seat at breakfast.