Hello, and sorry for the long wait! There was a problem that resulted in me unable to use the computer for a while. Thank you all to everyone who submitted Tributes, and for keeping up with the story. So, without any further ado, here are YOUR. DISTRICT. ONE. TRIBUUUUUUUUUUTES!

Glacion Mallard, age 17

"Glacion! Come downstairs, breakfast is ready!" I yawned. Mom was calling me down again. I'd been up for a while now, thinking about the animals I wasn't with. Perhaps I should explain. I'm a circus performer in the Panem Circus. I get to travel around the country with my group, and we perform shows. I'm an acrobat, so I get to perform on the flying trapeze and do other things. It's really fun, flying through the air, without a care in the world. I also juggle, usually knives or flaming objects-one time flaming knives. It was kind of scary, but I didn't get hurt. That was the time when we performed for President Snow, about 3 months back. Man, that was nerve-wrecking, having all the elite of Panem watch you risk your life. But they loved it, so we're still around, and that keeps me busy.

I got up and walked downstairs, where I saw my mother taking some bacon out of the oven. Its scent filled my nose, and my stomach rumbled. I guess I was hungrier than I thought.

"Well it's about time you got up! The Reaping's in an hour," she said. That gets me by surprise-I'd forgotten that today was Reaping Day. Since we're in District One, we go first. I really like it here, at my mother's house. It's calmer than you would think, other than the clashing of swords you hear near the Training Center, where most of the kids eligible train. I don't go too often, since I'm usually off with the circus. But I go sometimes when I'm bored during winter or fall, when I'm home with Mom.

After breakfast, which consists of bacon, eggs, hash browns, and two glasses of orange juice, I'm off to go get my Dad, Titan. He's a quiet guy, usually, except when he's mad. He means well, though. My dad is one of the animal tamers, and often is the person who puts his head in the lion's mouth. He trust the animals, but one time he got too comfortable with a tiger, and now he sports a nasty set of scars are his right arm from its claws.

I arrived at the area where the rest of the circus is at. As I thought, Dad is feeding the animals. The smell is a bit much, though, so I'm made my stay quick.

"Hey Dad," I said. He turned around and looked at me.

"Hello, Glacion. What brings you here? Aren't you supposed to be getting ready for the Reapings?"

"Yeah, but Mom wanted you to come home, get cleaned up."

"Alright. Tell her I'll be home in twenty minutes."

"See ya, Dad," I said, walking away. It was a beautiful day it, in all honesty. The sun was shining, not a cloud in the sky, and the birds were chirping. It was almost cliché. Suddenly, I felt a hand on my shoulder.

"Hey, Glacion," a familiar voice said.

"Phobos! How are you?" I asked, turning around. Phobos has been my best friend since I can remember. Although he's a year older than me, we're close. We have to be. He's a fellow acrobat, and he's a jokester to boot.

"I'm great. Happy Hunger Games!" he said to me loudly. "And may the odds…" he says, extending his arms and starting to squat. I walk backwards, then run towards him, aiming towards his joined hands.

"…be ever in your favor," I finish, placing a foot in his hands. He lifts me up and a propel myself off his hands, spinning forward. After a single flip, I land on my feet, bending my knees to take the impact. Then I take a look at my watch. Crap! It was almost time for the Reapings! "Gotta go, Phobos!" I said, then dashed back home.

Jemima Loisa Colemore, age 17

"Ginny, wake up." I opened my eyes and saw Kaila standing over me.

"Kaila, what time is it?" I asked, feeling around the bed next to me. No. No Maurie. "Where's Maurie!?" I ask, panicked.

"Relax," Kaila said calmly. "Everyone's downstairs. I brought breakfast for all of you." I sat up and hugged her.

"Kaiani Hitchens, you are officially the most awesome person ever!" I told her, smiling. She's always been nice to me and my family, especially since… I shuddered, remembering. A year ago, my parents were killed right in front of me. They were innocent, but the District thought differently. Now, I live in a mansion at the edge of the populated area, along with my siblings and sometimes Kaila. Maura and Anne, the twins, just turned six, and Lily turned two today. Today. Reaping Day. The day where 24 children are chosen for-or worse, volunteer to be in-the Hunger Games. Only one will come back, alive.

"Come on Ginny, let's go downstairs. The kids are waiting." I got out of bed and followed my best friend downstairs. Around the table, I saw everyone eating breakfast. Bagels abounding, I grabbed one with some blueberries in it. The sun was shining through the window-the only window, really. All the others were boarded up to keep animals and cold out, since they were broken. But I guess I couldn't complain, not really, for living on the fringe of the law. As long as I show up for the Reapings and don't cause trouble, I guess the authorities don't have a problem with me living here.

After breakfast, I stand up. "Okay, everyone, today is a special day. Do you know what today is?" I paused, waiting for a reply. "It's Lily birthday!" Lily claps excitedly, though I'm not sure she knows exactly what it means. "Now, we can't do anything super-special, being that we have something to do today, but tomorrow will be lots of fun!" The kids-mainly the twins-hoot excitedly. "Come on upstairs, and we'll pick you all out something nice."

Glacion Mallard

Bursting through the door, I run upstairs and pull on a pair of black chinos that Mom had laid out for me. I take off my shirt and grab a white dress shirt, then run downstairs trying to button it.

I ran out of the house and towards the city square, and saw that it was filled with people and decorated lavishly. They really like the Hunger Games here in District One, but I don't care one way or another. They'd be nice to win, though. Fame, fortune, and a life of luxury… That sounds nice, but is it worth 23 lives to earn? Plus, there's always some Tribute that scares me more than the lions, so I don't know how I'd do.

I get into the 17-year-olds section, which isn't that close to the stage where our escort is. I look at the amount of Victors from my District up on stage, which is a lot. The most recent Victor, Leroi Jinkens, looks nervous. He won his Games last year by directly charging his opponents whenever he encountered them, yelling "Two thumbs up, let's do this!" I won't lie, he's a little crazy at times. He's only 16 now, so he was still young and impressionable.

The Mayor gets up, and starts her speech about the Dark Days. I can never remember her name. I drop in and out of paying attention until our strange escort Lillia Raym steps up to the microphone. I notice her strange attire. Her skin is yellow, her hair is yellow, her puffy dress is yellow, and I bet that her eyes are yellow, too. Capitol fashion will never make sense to me. She motions to another person, who brings up two clear bowls filled with paper slips.

"Happy Hunger Games, everyone! And may the odds be ever in your favor," she says, the words sounding foreign to my ears. I will never be wrap my head around the Capitol accent. It just…. Gets to me. "Now, time to choose our lucky girl and guy to have the honor of competing in the Hunger Games! Ladies first." Lillia takes her sweet time moving her hand around in the bowl, slowly pulling her hand out. Unfurling the slip of paper, she called out.

"Shenay Lembe-"

"I volunteer!" a voice calls out. Everyone's head turns towards the seventeen-year-old's section, where the voice came from. I see a tall, slender girl walking towards the front of the stage, and from her gait I can tell she is little nervous.

"Wonderful! What's your name, sweetheart?" asks our escort.

"Jemima Colemore," she says.

"Now for the boys!" Lillia says, and reaches into the other bowl. I won't lie, I'm a little nervous. I'm not in there a lot, but still, the odds are in anyone's favor, myself included. I just can't wait for the sucker who gets called out, so I can go hang out with Phobos, and then tomorrow get back on the road with the circus. She pulls out the slip, and opens the paper.

"Glacion Mallard!" My eyes open widely, but quickly return to normal. I wait for another to call to take my place, but no one does. I walk towards the stage, feeling hundreds of eyes stare at me. When I get next to Lillia, I almost gagged. The scent of something I didn't recognize clogged my nostrils. I managed to keep my composure, though.

"Ladies and gentlemen, your tributes from District One!" the escort said excitedly, and the crowd burst into a wild applause. Jamima and I shook hands, and I looked into her eyes. Cold, steel gray eyes locked with my own baby blues, and I saw that she didn't trust me. She didn't look like she trusted anyone, but that didn't matter. Only one of us was coming home, and I didn't plan on letting it be her. It was my time to shine under the big top.

Jemima Colemore

I hold Lily's hand as we walk towards the City Center, where there's already a crowd. Kaila is holding Maura's and Lily's, and we get in the back of a long line.

"Now, Lily, Maurie, Annie Bay, listen up. You need to be on your best behavior today, okay? Promise me that you'll be extra-special good."

"I promise, Jemima."

"I promise, Jemima."

"I prah-miss, 'Mymah," Lily says. It's great to see how good her speech is coming along. During the long wait, Kaila and I discuss what would happen if I were to be chosen for the Games.

"Well, someone would probably just volunteer, anyway," Kaila says.

"Yeah, but still, there's always a chance that—" I start, but she interrupts.

"Don't think about it, Ginny! Besides, I would take care of the kids until you got back."

"You… You really think I'd win?" I ask, thinking it over in my head.

"Of course! You're smart and you have wicked dagger skills. You could just hide until you had to fight. You're also a District 1 girl, so you'll almost have to be in the Career pack. You'd have allies, to start with anyway. I think you could do really well! Plus, if you do go in the Games and win, think of all the money you'd get! We could move into a nice house, send the kids to school when they were old enough, and we could finally adopt that cat!" Kaila's little speech inspires me. Maybe, just maybe, I feel a little better about the Games. But there's one thing I need to argue with her against.

"We are not adopting that stupid cat!" I say, and I realize that it's dead quiet. Our Mayor steps up, and I feel embarrassed. I said something stupid, in front of this whole crowd… As the Mayor makes her speech, I keeping shushing the kids, who have been allowed to stand in the seventeen-year-olds' section with me since we have no other family. Kaila, of course, is standing right by me.

"Hey, Colemore, how's the crap-house doing?" I turn around and see Shenay Lemberi, the worst tempered girl in District 1.

"Shut it, Shenay," I tell her. Goodness, gracious, how would she be received in the Capitol? They'd have to kill her before the Games started! I ignore her next comments, and instead focus on our strange yellow guide, Lillia. She's about to call the female Tribute, and I can only hope it's not me or Kaila, or Shenay for that matter. She does NOT need the Hunger Games.

"Shenay Lem—" she begins, but time slows down for me. As I start to yell, I think over a thousand things. Shenay can't go into the Capitol, they'd hate her. We need the money. I can win, and prove the Colemore name to be good, not scandalous.

"I volunteer!" I yell, and quickly regret it. Kaila instantly comes up to me. "Take care of the kids. You can get the cat," I say, then walk towards the stage. When I get to the front, I almost freeze—the crowd is really bothering me. Lillia asks my name.

"Jemima Colemore," I reply, shaking. I stand next to her, looking at the crowd as she calls the boy.

"Glacion Mallard!" A tall, tan boy with spiky pale hair starts to walk to front of the stage. His arms show muscle, and I wonder what he does. I've never seen him before today, but I can from his swagger that he's confident.

"Ladies and gentlemen, your Tributes from District One!" calls Lillia, and Glacion and I shake. I look into his eyes, keeping a cold look. His blue eyes are full of warmth, but there's a certain lack of trust there. I give him the same lack of trust. I don't trust men. As the crown cheers, I can only think of how he'll not be coming back. Sorry, Mr. and Mrs. Mallard, but your son isn't coming back. I am. For Lily, and Maurie, and Annie Bay, and for Kaila. I'll be back real soon.

And there they are! Thanks to xxxRimaxxx and Rosemarie Benson for these two awesome Tributes. I wish them the best of luck in these Games! Now, please, review and let me know how the chapter was! Good? Bad? Horrible? Great? We won't know unless you review. So, goodbye for now, and may the odds be EVER in your favor!