I'm going to bunch some Districts together now so the reapings will go by quicker

District Five

Nan Weatherall's POV
My coppery-orange hair is pulled back into a ponytail. I step into my green shoes that match my dress. Then I join my family on our walk to the square. It's peaceful today. I'm ready to tackle anything, even my own reaping. Because this year, I have confidence.

Lara Lynn Case's POV
I twitch nervously as I'm escorted to the square. This is one of the very few times I'm allowed out. The reapings. I half walk half dance into my age-group. Of course, a guard stands next to me. I don't talk. I have a feeling something will go wrong today. Like the weakest girl in our district will get reaped. Or the Peacekeepers will decide to shoot us all. Or President Malum will push a big red button that wipes us all out. Or…

Lani Tuckerson's POV
A girl in the 17's faints. She has purple-ish hair. The sight of her makes my skin crawl. Soon it's time to reap. Our escort pulls the first girl's name. The girl with the purple hair is shaking so hard I don't know how she's even walking. Her name is Lara Lynn Case. Another girl is called. Nan Weatherall. Now the third. Me!

Oliver "Ollie" Prevo's POV
I feel really bad for the girls. All three of them have a very small build. Two of them are 12 and 13. I doubt District Five will have a female victor. Then I'm reaped. What? Wait, it's okay. I'm going to be fine. I'm bigger than the girls, so not all hope is lost. But for them…

No. I refuse to think like that. These Games will be torture, but I'll have to deal with them. And I will not kill anyone. I promise myself as I walk onto the stage.

Daryll Lamat's POV
I'm reaped next. It's okay, though. It's like the advice I would give to someone if they came to me with a problem, "You can't succeed if you don't try." It doesn't always work, though. One time someone said, "Yeah, but I can't fail either." In his situation, we were talking about a math problem, and if he didn't try, I guess he couldn't fail. But in this situation, if I don't try, I will fail.

Dustin Aleroy's POV
I'm the third one reaped. I don't think this reaping was completely fair. All the girls will most likely die, and the boys aren't in the healthiest shape either. I say goodbye to my family. I'm not really prepared, even though I've been training in martial arts for most of my life. I don't want my loved ones to have to watch me die.

Nan Weatherall's POV
All my goodbyes are hard, but my mom is the worst. I really look up to her, want to be like her, and now I'll never get the chance.

Lara Lynn Case's POV
I don't have anyone to say goodbye to. I get onto the train and let it rock me to sleep.

Lani Tuckerson's POV
The dinner on the train is superb. It's a delectable thick broth that tastes like summer and happiness and warmth. Does that even make sense? I have no idea. I'm too lost in my thoughts to worry about making sense. I know I will die. I'm one of the unlucky twelve year olds. We will most likely be the first ones to go.

Ollie Prevo's POV
The train is like a lullaby. It rocks me back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth.

Daryll Lamat's POV
I dream of my family. It's peaceful. I awake refreshed and ready for whatever the Capitol throws at me.

Dustin Aleroy's POV
Breakfast is eggs and ham, bacon, sausage, pancakes, and some fruit I can't name. There's also a hot, sweet drink they call hot chocolate. It brings me back into the dreamy state of mind that the broth did last night.

District Six

Tara Lyn Ruben's POV
I can barely see the stage over the sea of immature jerks adults call teenagers. Our escort mounts the stage. I know I'm going to be picked. My father causes too much trouble for the Capitol to let him go. I am his pride and joy. If the Capitol wants to break him, I'm the perfect tool.

Sure enough, I'm picked. I weasel my way through the other 15 year olds, who are all much taller than me, and walk onto the stage. I can see the pain in my father's eyes as they meet mine.

Elora Darrigan's POV
I'm off in my own world when I realize my name has been called. Oh no. I think to myself. Then I come up with a solution. I go back into my world, where I plan to stay, until this thing is all over.

Beam Lockman's POV
I shiver in the wind. My white blond hair is full of static and clings to my face. My red dress squeezes my curves until I'm sure I can't breathe. My skin tingles until I'm sure someone is breathing down my neck. Nothing has felt right ever since my parents cut me off from my morphling. I got addicted when I was dared to steal some from my parents. Apparently, they can use the stuff, but I can't. To add to my discomfort, the escort reaps my name.

Daniel Fincher's POV
My sweater is itchy and my pants are too small. I don't know if I'll get picked today, but if I do end up going to the Capitol, I want to look nice, don't I? Getting what I want has never been an option for me. My parents are morphling addicts and never paid me any attention. They locked me in my room all the time, but sometimes I snuck out and went to school. I love school. I guess it's because I'm a quick learner.

The escort reads my name. As I walk up to the stage, I hear the voices whispering. I know what people call me. They all know me as "that creepy kid who stays in his house all the time." But they don't know why I stay in my house all the time. They don't have parents who neglected them all their lives. To them, getting out of the house is something that happens on an everyday basis.

Seth Logan's POV
I twitch my eye. My contact got something in it and now it's bothering the heck out of me. Fortunately, I'm shorter than everyone surrounding me. Unfortunately, the escort reads my name and I must go onto the stage where the whole world will see my spaz attack.

Hatcher Robeson's POV
My curly brown hair rustles in the wind. The boy on the stage is twelve, like me, and seems to be having a problem with his eye. I've seen him before; sometimes he wears glasses. He's a huge nerd at our school. I still feel bad for him. No one likes the Hunger Games.

A shudder passes through me, and I know what the escort is going to say before she gets a chance to say it. "Rayne Robeson." No. No, no no! Rayne is my twin brother, but he's a lot smaller and weaker than I am. If one of us had any chance of winning the Games, it would be me.

"I volunteer," I manage to get out. All the color drains from Rayne's face as I push him aside and stumble onto the stage. "Hatcher, no!" He yells, but doesn't pursue. He knows I'd never let him go, and he knows I may even win, although it's highly unlikely.

"And what's your name?" The escort asks me.

"Hatcher Robeson," I whisper into the microphone.

"Was that your brother? Maybe your twin?"

"Yes," I croaked. I didn't like being asked so many questions and I was afraid to talk for fear of tears coming out instead of words.

District Seven

Zenia Weissman's POV
I think I might fall over. Did he really read my name? I'm not sure, but I don't see anyone going up to the stage. I trip over my feet on my way to the stage. Then the escort reads the second name.

Charity Jackson's POV
I guess someone watching the reaping would describe my walk up to the stage more of a crawl on two legs. The third name is called.

Willow Stream's POV
My jet-black hair is up in a fancy bun with cute ringlets falling down. They bounce on my way up the stairs and onto the stage. Now it's time for the boys.

Hayden Richard's POV
I stalk onto the stage. I was honestly just joking around, but I'm pretty psyched when the escort lets me read the next name.

Jamison Hudson's POV
Ugh. I find it completely sick when a tribute gets enthusiastic about the Games. This one actually wanted to read the name. I feel utterly sick. Especially when he reads my name.

Keahi Lanash's POV
I'm the next one they call up. It's absolutely horrifying, but I manage to calm my breathing and slow the rapid pace my heart has decided to pick up. I have a unique strategy already forming in my head…

LawAndOrderSVUAlways, if I didn't know you in person, I would've disqualified you tribute, you know that, right, "my little wordsmith?" *evil laugh inserted here*

Sorry about that. Anyway, if you would like your character to pick something up at the Cornucopia, please let me know which character and what you want picked up.