A/N-In the first chapter Catherine Stone was in charge of District One, but in the second chapter, Catherine was in charge of Two. Alexia Wave was supposed to be in charge of District One, and the perspective shown in chapter one was supposed to be Alexia's personality. Sorry.

District Three

Bolivia Naring was dressed in a gaudy dress made of wires. She had District Three, and was happy about it. All of her tributes were smart. And-secret- Bolivia was kind of smart too. She wasn't supposed to be smart, she was supposed to be into fashion and she was supposed to be worried about the time and she was supposed to be dumb. But Bolivia wasn't. She was into fashion, but she doesn't worry about the time, and she is not dumb. She is actually pretty smart. Her dress was made of wires, she had fake glasses, and her handheld purse was disguised as a keyboard. Inside her purse were the four slips of paper President Snow had given her. She replayed the moment in her head.

"When you pull out the slips of paper from the reaping bowls, have these slips of paper in your hand already. Subtly switch the two pieces of paper and read these names instead."

"But…but…." President Snow lifted an eyebrow. Bolivia paused.

"Yes, President Snow. But why?"

"I want them dead."

While she was "living in the past", she had arrived at the square. Bolivia still had no idea why she wanted the District citizens dead, but Bolivia guarded the secret slips of paper with her life. No matter how much stereotypes there were in the Capitol, Bolivia loved it. She was loyal to the Capitol.

Many of the citizens were starting to arrive already. She thought of the names on those four slips of paper.

Mai Lerold

Poppy Hedra

Nate Nomen

Caner Heifflewout

Bolivia thought, those were some crazy names. Especially that Caner Heifflewout. Bolivia prayed that after the tributes made their decision, Caner wouldn't be going to the Hunger Games. Bolivia was worried she wouldn't be able to learn to articulate her own tributes' names.

Before she knew it, Bolivia was skipping to the reaping bowl.

"Mai Lerold!" So far, so good. No one was calling out about the slips of paper.

"Poppy Hedra!"

"Nate Nomen!"

"Caner Heifflewout!" The tributes were already discoursing about who was going in the Games. Then Nate came over and whispered that he and Mai were going in the Games in Bolivia's ear. He paused and was about to go away, but then decided to hiss one more sentence in Bolivia's poor ear.

"I saw the slips of paper."

District 4

Mikala Murning stared out at the eyes of the citizens for District Four. She was fifty, way too old to compete. As she watched the future maybe-tributes talk amongst themselves about the Hunger Games (with excitement too!), she shook her head.

"How foolish they all are. They don't understand. They might be careers and are already set up with allies, but there are no allies in the arena." She chided to none. She had learned that from Hadley. When she was only fifteen, Hadley sixteen, he had volunteered. Once everyone but the careers was left, they split up. Since the other District Four tribute had died of an arrow in the chest, Hadley was alone. They killed him first.

"Why so down? It is the Hunger Games! You should be celebrating!" A boy scolded her. "I am going to volunteer this year!" So this one had not gotten the news. There was no volunteering this year.

"Leave me alone, boy!" Mikala said in annoyance. The boy began to walk away. Before Mikala could stop herself, she burst out, "Do you remember Hadley Murning?" The boy blinked once.

"Of course I do! It would be a crime if I didn't! He was excellent!" His face turned sad. "He never stood a chance when the careers attacked him. Four to one." Then he tried out an upbeat approach. "But, wow, did he put up a fight! He killed two of them! I remember rooting for him!"

"What is your name, boy?"

"Scott Woods." She nodded her head.

"Now off with you, boy!" The boy turned around, and with a wave this time, walked away. Mikala thought what he had said. He was right. Four to one. He didn't stand a chance. District Four against Scott Woods.

Mikala was now striding to the square. She found the back of Scott's head. His red hair glowed like a beacon. The escort put on a smile and did some sort of what Mikala thinks is an attempt at a sashay.

"Helen Saging!"

"Aurora Nelson!"

"Scott Woods!"

"Jackson Gee!"

What happened next was fast. Aurora and Scott ended up going in The Hunger Games. Everyone started to leave. Mikala didn't move an inch. Soon, no one was left, to see the burning tears in her eyes. One tear rolled slowly down her cheek. Just like the day when Hadley volunteered.