Hello again faithful readers. I appreciate your reviews and lovely comments a lot - keep them coming! :)

My chapters are going to increase in length once I have finished all of the OC's first POVs. These short chapters are here to give you a little insight on the characters. Pick your favourites etcetera. So expect some nice decently lengthed chapters in, lets see, three more mini chapters.

Also, I have the order that the characters are going to be written in. Please note that they are in no particular order and are completely random... (D=district, then number, then G or B=gender)

D2G, D7B, D6G, D8B, D11G, D3B, D9G, D1B, D4G, D10B, D5G, D2B, D7G, D3G, D10G, D4B, D1G, D8G

Happy Reading

*WentToTheMoonToday

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Bri Graphite, District Five

"You have purple contacts in your eyes?" The other tribute looks shocked. He is smaller than me – pretty rare – but his attitude is bigger than his height. Throughout the journey to the train, he has been continually asking questions. He is invading my personal space so I shift away from him a little.

Unfortunately, this subtle hint was obviously not picked up on and he began a long string of enquiries. You'd think that he would be a bit more upset to be picked for the Games. He is only twelve.

"Is that pink dye in your hair? Daddy says it's bad to dye your hair. And what's that on your wrist? A watch? Well Daddy got me a ring for a token. It was Mummy's before she left us."

All of a sudden, I feel a huge pang of grief for this boy. He doesn't know, or subconsciously won't accept, what is going to happen to him in less than a week. And I can do nothing to help him.

At this point, I decide to not kill any tribute unless in self defence. I couldn't, especially as Penny and Seplyn, my sisters, would be watching. Screw kills and predicted outcomes. I can survive without that – I can work alone. A fleeting hint of defiance in the arena. No one will be exactly sure of my position except the Gamemakers. I will be there, on the edge out of your peripheral vision.

Domitrius Waess, District Two

Two is so large, it takes a while to reach different sections. The journey is tedious and our escort – Marius Passion – is to busy garbling garbage and preening his nails. To pass the time, I look my district partner up and down as we approach the train station.

Her name is Priya. She obviously trains. She volunteered – a big sign of courage and confidence. Yet she is just 14. Fourteen year olds tend to be weaker – she'd slow me down. Can I trust her? She has watchful, sly eyes which make me wonder how trustworthy she is. If I'm going to win these Games, I need to glean everything I can from my opponents.

I have trained for years with my friends and I have a great chance of getting out alive. I haven't seen the Reaping re-runs but I'm sure that I will be one of the most likely to become victor. I need strong allies who are similar to me. Ones who I can trust, but stab in the back at the right time. That is my plan.

The vehicle rolls to a halt outside the station and we step out. Marius has now moved onto back-combing his sickly green moustache with a fine-toothed pearl comb. I roll my eyes. Priya looks at me. I can tell she is sizing me up for battle. I make a mental note to get rid of her the minute we step into the arena. Those pesky fourteen year olds.