And here is District 5!

Tristan Willows POV

"Heya squirt!" I shout out to my little brother Guy as I come barging down the stairs. I grab him in a headlock that he can't escape and noogie the hell out of him.

"Mum help!" he cries as my knuckles dig into his scalp painfully.

I let go of him. He's pathetic. Doesn't he understand that I bully him like this to make him stronger? If he wasn't so busy prancing around and doing stupid stuff like painting or music he'd actually learn a thing or two. My mum decides then that it's time to intervene and she asks me why I'm always hurting my brother. Like I care at all what she thinks. She can't stop me from doing what I want. I just glare at her until she blushes and leaves awkwardly. She better be getting my breakfast.

I love that I can just intimidate people with a single look. It's because I'm a tank; seriously. I'm probably the biggest guy in this whole district. The only person who could even think about trying to control me would be my dad, but his on a special assignment in the Capitol doing some sort of top secret experimentation. From the letters he sends it's something to do with this year's arena for the Hunger Games, it's a massive project requiring experts from Districts 3, 5 and 12. Don't know what that means and to be honest I probably couldn't care less. Without my dad around I'm free to do whatever I like.

One kid tried to stand up to me the other day. He was a tiny little thing and I was picking on him just like I pick on everyone, when all of a sudden the runt takes a swing at me! I couldn't believe it. Little runt was wearing a ring too, and his uppercut gave me a big gash right over my right eye. He's lucky I can still see through it just fine, or I would've killed the kid right then and there for messing me up. Luckily my mates Ky and John were there to hold me back. The kid got away but he left me with a crazy looking scar on my eye. I've got to find him and thank him, now I look even scarier than before.

Ky and John are just as mean as I am, if not worse. But I'm the big boss and can keep them in line – most of the time. We never used to hang out until a few years back. Back before I was the 'bully' I am now. My cousin Callum got reaped when I was 10, he was 13. We were really close back then and it tore me up inside to see him go, then it completely destroyed me when I watched him decapitated right in front of my eyes by the district 2 tribute. It was after that when I taught myself that feelings were for the weak. No-one gets anywhere by caring for others. Emotions aren't what make you strong. That's what I've been trying to teach Guy, to harden himself and his soul, but the dumb kid can't get the message. I swore vengeance against all of District 2 that day. They think they're so cool with their fancy training that killed my cousin. Well I've been doing a little training of my own, and if I ever get in that arena they're gonna rue the day they ever even touched him. An eye for an eye, that's how I see it. They took Callum's life and now I'm going to take one of theirs, preferably both if I can get my hands on 'em.

Where the hell is my mum with that breakfast? I look around angrily and realised she's already left. She can't handle me. No-one can. I storm out of the house, fuming that I have an empty stomach. A 17 year old boy should not be walking to a Reaping with an empty stomach. Almost as if they'd been waiting for me Ky and John appear either side of me and move into their usual positions; kind of like bodyguards only I really don't need any.

"Oi Tristan" John calls from my left. "I heard that new chick Grace Rogers slapped you around a little yesterday, what's up with that?"

I laugh "Well she's new at school and she asked me where the cafeteria was."

"And?" Ky prompts from the other side.

"Well I told her that today's special was sausages, and that there was one ripe and ready for her in my pants" I reply with a snicker.

I love making things awkward around people, especially girls. I don't like it when people like me. There should be only one of two things people feel when they hear my name; hatred or fear. Period. None of this 'redeeming qualities' bull. I'm bad, I know it, and I'm proud of it.

We made a couple of stops along the way to steal some lunch money, give a few wedgies, all the usual stuff. So by the time we got to the Reapings everyone was already there. I can see Guy over with his friends in the 15 year old section. Seriously that kid needs to grow some balls.

Just as we take our places with the 17 year olds the escort for district 5 reaches into the big glass bowl and pulls out a piece of paper. Her face lights up with glee as she shouts "Tristan Willows!"

I guess my time has come after all. I look around as I make my way up to the podium glaring at anyone who dares to meet my eyes. I look over to where Guy is standing and he's smiling! That little shit is happy that I've been reaped? I'm just a little surprised. I didn't realise he hated me so much. But that thought fades away when I feel myself standing up on the podium. Watch out District 2, because I'm coming and I'm not leaving until I see you dead.

Kahlen Kingsley POV

There really isn't any way of sugar-coating it. I hate life. All of it. The sun shining through the trees, the birds singing. Every single thing I see that reminds me of happiness makes me feel that much worse. I always associated happiness with my brother, and since he died all I feel is misery.

He didn't deserve it. He was young and had everything going for him. Wren was the kind of guy all the boys wanted to be, and all the girls wanted to be with. He was kind, caring, funny and incredibly sensitive. He was such a great guy. As his younger sister I adored him, even felt a little jealous of him sometimes; but in a good way. It meant that I strove that much harder to be like, him, my role model. And for a time I was just like him, we all were. Happy, enchanting and charismatic. My friends loved hanging around with me and I couldn't get enough of hanging out with them. My brother Devon tried to model himself after Wren too. We used to laugh when – as a 10 year old – he used to come down the stairs in Wren's clothes and declare that he was going to 'catch a movie with some mates' or 'see us on the flip side'. Not that Wren ever spoke like that, but it was still cute.

That all changed after his death. It was like a bright light in the world died the day he was Reaped. We all knew it was going to happen eventually. As we watched him run through the jungles and mountains of the arena we could see that he was barely holding on. He had no formal training of any sort, and he was only holding on by the skin of his teeth.

When we saw him bloody and dying on the television my mother couldn't take it. She leaped off the couch and hugged the TV, pressing her face against the glass and trying to be as close to her son as possible; as if that would make it like she was holding her boy one last time.

Devon broke down on the inside. He became a shell of a person. For weeks he wouldn't eat, sleep, drink or talk. All he did was sit on the couch and watch the TV. No-one could know what was going on in that brain of his. He could have been replaying the moment over and over in his head, or maybe he was waiting for a sign; some sort of news cast that said it was a mistake and that Wren had never been killed. None ever came. And so my little brother disappeared into himself.

Devon was effected the most, but it hit everyone in our family. Our house became a sad and miserable place, a reminder that we were down a treasured member of our family. Mum withdrew and began leaving for work earlier, coming home later, in an attempt to avoid spending time here in the house. Dad is much the same. We don't get to see him much because he's always working. But I don't think that's all there is to it. I've seen him on the streets some days when he's meant to be 'working' but he's all dazed and confused. I tried bringing it up with mum once and she nodded to herself as if confirming something in her mind, then she told me not to worry about it and that she'd handle it.

Normally in situations like this I would run to my boyfriend Drake. He was good friends with Wren and was like him in many ways. He was the best person to talk to. Some nights I would just curl up in his arms and cry while he stroked my hair and told me everything was going to be ok. But like an idiot I had to go and ruin that, the best thing that had ever happened to me. It wasn't fair on him, I realized. He shouldn't have had to look after me and deal with my constant breakdowns. I never wanted to hurt him. So I broke it off, making up some excuse that we were growing apart and that we should just end it. I ran off before he could say anything in reply. I still see him around, and it's kind of awkward, but I think he's ok. Every time I see him I want to run back into his arms and have him tell me it will all be ok like he used to but I just can't. I have to stand by my decision.

About a year ago and after the breakup I was feeling so stressed out that I couldn't think. My brain was a mess, and I couldn't handle the world, I still can't. For some reason I kept coming back to the thought that if I died I'd be able to see Wren in heaven. If I died... It was then that I first contemplating committing suicide. I had it all planned out. I was going to jump off the rails of the large hydroelectric dam that produces most of District 5's power.

On the morning that I had planned to jump, fate intervened. My little brother Devon, now 13, came into my room and sat on my bed. For the first time in 2 years he spoke to me. He just talked and talked about all the fears and the emotions he had been feeling and didn't stop until his throat was raw and he couldn't talk anymore. I realized then that I couldn't jump. Devon, who was only now recovering and trying to reach out to someone, needed me to be there for him. And so I chose my living brother over my dead one. It's a pretty morbid way of looking at it but I know it was the right choice.

I decided that the best thing for him was to return the house to the way it was when Wren was alive; a happy, cheery place. I began to act like my old self on the outside, despite the fact that I felt like crying most of the time. I started hanging out with my friends again, laughing and joking for appearances sake. None of them knew what I felt on the inside, and I couldn't even talk to Drake about it. Slowly slowly our family is being mended back together. Mum is home a lot more now that Devon is interactive again. He will only talk to me though, so I have to relay what he says to everyone else. My mum is also smiling a lot more than she used to. I think we're finally on the track to becoming a real family again.

And now I stand in the audience on reaping day, praying that my brother doesn't get chosen as the male tribute. It would be the last straw for every member of our family.

"Tristan Willows!" comes the call from the escort. I visibly relax and look around for Tristan. I know who he is, everyone does. He's the 'District bully' so to speak. People only see that side of him, but I know the real story. We're both 17 so I remember him when he was younger, and kinder. I never really thought about it, but he started becoming mean and callous right after his cousin Callum was reaped, a few years before Wren was. He's just like me. He was changed by the loss of his family, and this is what he became. I feel sorry for him, because out of everyone in this district I can understand what he's been through, and I don't hate him for it.

And then something happened that chilled me to my bones.

"Your female tribute is Kahlen Kingsley!"

No, oh god no this cannot be happening. I'm too busy thinking about my brother and my family that I don't move like I'm supposed to. It's not until a girl behind me gently pushes me forward that the world comes back into focus and I'm walking up to the podium. There is no other option. I have to win. My family just cannot handle another death. I can see Devon crying in the audience and my heart breaks. I hope he doesn't lose a second sibling. I hope I can make it through this.

Phew that was one of the big ones, but the next one is even longer if i remember correctly. District 6 will be posted when i get home from work.

As always thank you for reading!