District Ten

Kaeit Grey's POV
I hop up and down. It's a cool, rainy day. Light raindrops fall on my face. I'm shivering. Bad. My tremors don't get any better when the escort reaps my name.

Tareen Marn's POV
I practically swim onto the stage when my name is called. No point in being scared. You can't change anything that's happened, only what lies ahead.

Katryna Ayden's POV
My pale blue eyes match the little raindrops that mask my tears as I force my heavy feet to climb the stairs onto the stage.

Greope Kinnely's POV
By now it's pouring and my blond hair clings to my skin. I'm soaked to the skin and chilled to the bone, but there's nothing I can do. Just like there's nothing I can do when my name is called and I must step forward.

Blane Audy's POV
I swallow hard and focus on the raindrop that's working its way down my back instead of my destination. The reaping stage.

Leo Decar's POV
No. I shake my head. He did not just get reaped. The boy that got reaped is mentally challenged and walks funny. I don't think he knows what's going on. I can't let him go into the Games. He'll never make it. He's only twelve. "I volunteer!" I yell and push him behind me. He seem angry at this gesture but lets it go. I drag myself onto the stage and we all head into the Justice Building.

District Eleven

Amaryllis Field's POV
I have never hated the sound of my own name before.

I love the way it sounds on my husband's, Maize, lips. The way my younger siblings say it when they've had nightmares and need comforting. But when the escort reads my name, I hate it.

I am eighteen and old enough to marry. I fell in love with Maize and we've been bonded through matrimony for nine months now. I am six months pregnant with twin girls. There's no way my district will let a pregnant woman go into the Games. But, surely, no one volunteers, and I'm forced to face the fact that I may die before my children get to live.

I know my little sisters would be happy to volunteer for me, but I give them a look to tell them no. If I was to live and lose one of them, I couldn't bear it.

Zea Dillum's POV
I bury my face in my hands as I am forced to watch the pregnant girl mount the stage. I would've volunteered, but I have to take care of my younger siblings. I could never leave them. But I'm afraid I'll have to. Because then my name is drawn.

BeBe Collins' POV
My hand grasps my butterfly necklace as I walk onto the stage. I think I may start bawling, but I remember that I'm on live in the Capitol, and manage to smile as I climb the steps.

Harke Zoone's POV
"Whoop! Yeah, Harkey! That's my son everybody!" my drunk dad lets out a long, smelly belch before slumping back in his chair. I roll my eyes in disgust and go onto the stage. My dad's a past victor. He drinks to block out the memories.

Zark Prometheus's POV
I take a deep breath. It's okay, I tell myself. You won't end up like your brother. My brother died three years ago in the 72nd Games. He was 14.

Reeze Linga's POV
Instead of shaking my head when my name is called, I nod it. I have no control over this, but am grateful. I must appear confident for the audience.

District Twelve (Finally!)

Shade Bucket's POV
I stare into the distance. Did he just call my name? I can't tell. Wait, yes, he did. The others around me stare and whisper, so I tell my feet to move. They cooperate and I'm grateful when they move forward instead of running away.

Harlott Rain's POV
"I volunteer!" I'm glad there's more than one girl going into the arena this year. I missed my opportunity to volunteer with that first girl, Shade, but I wasn't going to mess this one up. I'm finally twelve and can volunteer like I've wanted to ever since I could talk.

Arya Winterfell's POV
I practically skip onto the stage like my father would want me to. Even though I'm breaking inside, I still have to be strong.

Arthur Orion's POV
I don't know how I manage to get on the stage, but I do.

Leartus Thatecus's POV
I can't even breath. The wind is knocked out of me, and I literally struggle to draw breath.

Ronan Cruze's POV
"Goodbye District Twelve!"

That's what I yell as they direct us into the Justice Building.