The Shack escort looked ready to go to a funeral. June Bug's wavy black hair was loose and silky, her purple eyes shimmering. She wore a long black skirt and blood red tank top.

The four from District 12 seemed to ignore her, though the little girl did sneak peeks at her every now and again.

People in the Shack took advantage of their oversized park. They were more in tune with nature than those in the Palace, generally.

Katniss seemed confused by all the trees, trails, and grass. Like she thought the whole Capitol was like the Palace, skyscrapers and metal.

A few people were gathered in the park, doing whatever they enjoyed, hoping it wouldn't be the last time.

A tall 15 year old with long blond hair managed to ride a black horse into the park. She dismounted and patted its head affectionately.

A 14 year old boy with pale skin and long black hair had his nose stuck in a book.

A 14 year old girl with waist length brown hair and multiple ear piercings was running very quickly along the trails, blowing off steam.

The few Avoxes of the section were huddled together in their white tunics.

Then in was 2 o'clock. It was time.

Peeta stood, said a few words, then sat back down. Little Posy wished them all luck.

Then June reached into the girls reaping ball.

"Aspen Fray!" She was 16 and rather simple with wavy dark brown hair, green eyes, and light freckles. A knee length green dress was her reaping outfit, and it easily displayed the name 'Mabel' on her wrist. Her face was covered with shock for a second before it was straight and calm again.

"Ali Balaqua!" The girl with the horses dispersed from the crowd, her horse passed to a nearby adult. Her eyes were light brown and she was thin and long-legged. A blood red dress and dimly glowing pendant made up her reaping outfit. At first she was shocked and horrified, but then her pendant glowed stronger and her face lit up.

"Aurora Williams!" It was the running girl. Her eyes were a shade of chocolate and her skin was tan and freckled. Everyone knew her; she was the 'stupid' girl, fast but a grade lower than all other her age. She wore a plain white dress with a black belt and was both shocked and thoroughly pissed off.

"Ryea Jonesey!" She was 13 with very long blond hair, large blue eyes, and most shockingly, a long white tunic. An avox. She looked only 10, and the tears trickling down her face didn't help.

After that shock, it was the boys' turn.

"Tawny Maier!" The 14 year old with the book approached, his book gone. His eyes were green and we wore black jeans and a blue sweatshirt.

"Xetraver Booe!" 13 with curly light brown hair and speckled green eyes, he had rectangular glasses and a crisp polo shirt. He didn't move at first, but eventually dragged himself towards the stage.

"Braxlin Zeric!" A 16 year old with crystal blue eyes partly obscured by his blond hair walked closer. His eyes were outlines with black, like the mask of a superhero. He wore a dark blue dress shirt and black dress pants. His mouth was pulled into a smirk.

"Autumn Dream!" He was 17 with stuck up black hair and had a lean build. His skin was tan, at least all the skin you could see around his outfit of a plain blue T-shirt and dark jeans. His head stayed high.

Then they were all taken to the library, the only available place for good-byes.

Aspen

Little 8 year old Mabel sat on my lap. My sweet mother had tears in her eyes, and my kind father had his hand on mine. I told them how much I loved them before they were pulled away from me.

Pierce came in next. He was truly my best friend, one of the few who tried to get past my 'shell' as Pierce put it. He gave me a beaded bracelet. My token.

Tawny

Shayd was sad. He would have volunteered if he wasn't 19. Kayta was quiet about the whole thing. Later, Yvonne came in.

Yvonne was the love of my life. Lyre was the love of hers. She wished me good bye and handed me her bracelet of beads.

Then she kissed my cheek and left me confused.

Ali

My horses were in the library, and I groomed them with my fingers. Shade, who I rode to the reaping, and Tommy, who was chestnut with white ankles.

My mother and father talked to me about strategies I might use. I told them outright I loved them and that I would come home.

Xetraver

My mom told me to stay the same in the arena. I knew what she meant, of course. I've seem some good people turn into monsters on my TV screen.

My parents were only poor shopkeepers. "If you come home, we will work as hard as we can to get you a pet." A dog, like I'd always wanted. It's sad and illogical, really, how much that made me want to return.

Ryea

The only person who saw me was my mother. No one else cared. My mother had my hair, and it glinted dimly under the lights.

She handed me a knife, a knife with no sharp edge. It was just like plastic, but shiny. I looked at her curiously, but of course there was no response. There hadn't been for 2 years now.

When she left, I stared at the shiny surface of my fake knife, hoping I didn't run into my brothers at the Training Center.

Braxlin

I would have to find a high point, something heavy maybe. Or I could find rope a set up a human snare.

Wylie had tears in her lilac eyes, and my mom was crying. My dad was nervous and jumpy. Wylie told me how she knew I would trick them all into their deaths.

Aurora

Sally, 10, and Tyler, 8, stared up at me. Gizmo the cat meowed for attention in my lap. My lawyer dad and marine biologist mom had always been disappointed in my dyslexia.

I had always taken care of Sally and Tyler when Mom and Dad worked late. Their big eyes looking up at me, begging me to come home, were my inspiration. When they were taken away, I clutched my earrings and decided I couldn't die.

Autumn

My job as a gamemaker analyzer suddenly seemed horrible as I look my siblings in the eyes. With my parents gone, I was all they had left.

Snow was only 5, and he climbed into my lap, telling me why this was wrong. Summer told him to calm down in her way that made it seem like you had to listen to her, and she was only 10.

"Ms. Gilly said she could take care of you for as long as needed." I told them, keeping any tears back for them. Before they left, I told each of them how much I loved them. When they were dragged away crying, I glanced at my gold watch, the only thing I would have left of home.

There it is, the last reaping. I'm starting the training next chapter. I have a couple things to ask. 1. If you have a tribute, what is their strategy for the arena? 2. Who do you think is the most of a threat of all the tributes?

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