District Eight

Avery Davis's POV
"My mother let me borrow one of her dresses," I tell my friend Olivia. She was wondering where I got the pretty little purple dress I was wearing. We're standing together among the other 15 year olds. The escort takes the stage. It's my dream to see the Capitol, although no one else in my family knows that. Today I'm determined to make my dream come true, no matter how awful an end it leads me to. When the name is called I raise my hand and call out, "I volunteer!"

Megan Treak's POV
The sound of shock is unmistakable as it ripples through the crowd like a wave. A volunteer from District Eight? Even the thought sent shivers down my back. The next thing I know, my name is crossing the lips of our escort's mouth.

Fasia Grant's POV
The sound of horror that escapes from that girl's mouth is inevitable. I feel really bad for her. None the less, I suck it up and deal. I can't go around feeling sorry for my competitors. I'm not going to volunteer, but my family is so big, and I have so many names in the reaping bowl, there's no way my name won't be picked. Sure enough, my gut had been right.

Magnum Harron's POV
The dazzling redhead that walks onto the stage doesn't look scared at all, although the girl who walked up before her is trembling. When my name is called, I do my best to keep a straight face. It's easier said than done. You would think I'm trying not to break down and look weak, but I'm actually trying not to laugh. The Games are so stupid. I just want to go quickly and without too much gore.

Doon Wainright's POV
Oh boy. An eighteen year old. I was hoping for maybe a lot of weaker tributes so I could at least have a shot if I got picked. But this guy looks powerful. And mean. Then I'm called and my brain blacks out, which would explain my extreme forgetfulness of what happened next.

Derek Rathburn's POV
I stare off into space. It's when I think, my name sounds so funny when it's said in a Capitol accent that I realize the escort's calling me up. At first, I want to scream, but instead I find myself calmly shaking hands with the other tributes and walking into the justice building.

District Nine

Aurora Lupa's POV
I'm overwhelmed when the escort calls my name. Most of it is fear, but some of it is relief because of the fact that if someone volunteers for me, my parents will finally pay attention to me like they do to my older sister, Prisma. She nearly was sent into the Games until someone volunteered for her. Now she's the favorite out of the three kids. My fear takes over all other emotions when no one volunteers for me. My eyes meet Lorenzo's, my big brother, and I can see the tears in his eyes as the second name is called and another family destroyed by the Games.

Misty Nightmoore's POV
My crystal-like hair glistens in the sun. Today is too beautiful, too perfect for the reaping. The first girl did not look happy. Well, no one looks happy when they realize they'll never see their family again. Then my name is called, and what I assume to be either a shriek or some sort of dying animal moaning sound escapes my mouth as I hold back tears that are sure to flow the moment the Justice Building doors close.

Belva Hunt's POV
It's not fair, the things they do to us. Both of the girls are older than I, but I feel as if I handle it the best when my name is called and I dance onto the stage gracefully. Of course, it's not until she reads the boy's name that I realize I haven't been breathing.

Pearce Shaw's POV
My hand ruffles my curly brown hair as I nervously walk onto the stage. This is not my day. This morning I fell and cut my head open, so now I have a huge cut across my forehead and am forced to wear a bandage. Great. Already injured and I haven't even made it to the Capitol yet.

Ryker Hawk's POV
I feel a pang of sorrow as I watch Pearce mount the platform. We're in the same grade, and even though we never really talked to each other, I still felt a connection between us. Like how I would feel if my brother was reaped.

Then the escort's calling my name and I wipe away the feeling as if it were dust. These are the Hunger Games. There's no time for feelings.

Repri Dale's POV
I roll my eyes at the pathetic pair of guys from my district. What are they, toddlers? They shouldn't be in the Hunger Games. It's not right. I should be in the Games. I could win. They'll die soon enough. They don't stand a chance.

As soon as the escort reads the third guy's name, the words, "I volunteer," are flying out of my mouth like a bullet.

Okay, guys, I wanted to do more districts, but I need three boys for D10! So please submit!

And Teddy Bear, your mom never lets you out of the house anyway, so I don't need to sleep with one eye open.