Hi, I'll have the final tribute list uploaded by tonight. Sorry for the long wait. R&R or your tribute (If you sent one in) won't last very long in these games.

District 1

Jenna Nightingale, 17

"MUM!" I shriek as the huge spider makes its way up my purple wallpaper, each footstep sending a chill down my back.

I twirl my finger through my sleek blonde hair anxiously as I wait for my mum to arrive. God, you'd think being a victor would make you quick on your feet in a desperate situation but no, mum arrives in 6.47 seconds, 5.47 seconds to late.

Mum flies into my room, armed with an array of throwing knives. She wraps her manicured fingers around the ivory handle and arches her arm behind her wavy, honey hair. The launches the knife and it whizzes past my ear before embedding itself in the spider's hairy body. It gives a few small kicks of life before its body cradles itself around the knife.

"Now that, is how you kill a spider!" I shout encouragingly before wrapping my arms around mum.

The smell of pomegranate shampoo engulfs me and I remember my list of things to do before the reaping begins.

Step 1: Take a shower.

I give mum a kiss on the cheek before launching myself into the shower. I draw images of knives being thrust into people and other horrific images using the condensation as my canvas, created by the hot steam. I run the shampoo through my hair, releasing any knots and letting the foam roll down my back. I step out onto the towel laid at my feet and enjoy the soft fur beneath my toes. Being a child of a victor allows me to have certain luxuries. Those pathetic outline district kids might not even shower today. They remind me of those homeless weirdos who hang around the alleys of District 1.

Step 2: Get dressed

I open my wardrobe and scan my options. A flirty red dress that is far to revealing? Maybe. A long flowing purple dress that stops around my calves? No. The same Iris knee-length dress my mum wore at her reaping? Oh yeah! I throw it on and admire myself in the mirror. I flash a cocky smile and blow a little kiss. Most people would call me beautiful, but I think extraordinarily beautiful covers how I look.

Step 3: Practice my volunteer speech

"I volunteer!" I shout at the mirror.

I strut on the spot and continue with my next line.

"What is your name, beautiful one?" I say in a great impersonation of a capitol accent .

"Jenna Nightingale, here to make my mother proud!" I say happily, flashing a dazzling smile.

"Your mother is the one and only Lyons Blaine?" I trill.

Blaine was my mum's maiden before she married dad, therefore taking the last name Nightingale.

"Yes the one and only!" I answer to myself. Oh yeah, I'm ready.

Step 4: Have a nutritious breakfast

Now this is an easy one. I walk in on my gorgeous heels and sit down at the table. I rap my fingers on the oak table and wait impatiently for my bowl of fruit and yoghurt to arrive. After wait seems like forever, my breakfast materialises in front of me. I eagerly scoop up my spoon and plunge it into the yoghurt. Before I can free it my sister Cally makes her way into the room, wearing a beautiful white dress that falls past her knees. She's only 13 but can swing a sword better than most in my class.

"Hey sis, you going to volunteer because Trinity told me Athena's going to too." She tells me, her voice wavering with the last few words.

I narrow my eyes at her and hiss

"And just how would Trinity now?" Cally takes a step back, my anger frightening her.

"B-because Athena told Reyna who told Illyan who told Trinity who told me." She squeaks.

My sparkly green eyes become those as cold as a snake. I yank a knife out of the cupboard door and stow it in a secret pocket on the inside on my dress. The padding over my chest helps hide the outline of the knife.

I continue eating my fruit with so much aggression that when I slam my spoon against my glass bowl its leaves a large crack. Oh how wonderful, two things cracked in one morning!

"Ugh Jenna! You dumb airhead!" screams Mum. "Yeah you piece of crap!" continues Cally.

Typical Cally. Acts all defensive and scared one minute then prepared to rip your throat out the next. Seeing as I'm ready to leave there's no point sticking around. I strut out the door and slam the door behind me, shattering the glass pane. CRAP!

My anger causes me to power walk the short journey from our house to the town square. My shoes begin to hurt my feet so I yank them off my feet, leaving my feet bare against the cold, cobblestone floor.

About halfway through my brisk walking I come across Winnie.

"Winnie!" I cry.

She turns around, her midnight, blue dress sways in the breeze. Her light brown hair flutters in the wind and I can't help but feeling a little jealous.

"Oh Jenna! Hey, you look amazing!" she tells me.

Well duh, of course I do. I am prettier than all the girls in my year. She is up there in the list of beautiful people, probably around number 4, 5, 6 at the most.

We walk the rest of the way, gossiping about the latest fashion and who we bet will be reaped.

"Wait, you're volunteering right?" she mutters.

"Yeah, but guess what? Athena is also volunteering." I growl.

She gives me a look of disgust and disbelief.

"But she sucks in training! She can't even throw a knife or swing a weapon!" she argued.

We get there and sign off before heading over to the 17yr old section. I stare down my possible competitors before I come across Athena. She catches my eye and walks over, most likely to brag about her volunteering. I am so going to shut her pretty little mouth.

"Oh hey Jenna. Heard you were volunteering? Too bad you're going up against an amazing competitor like me." She sighs sarcastically, obviously attempting to mimic me.

I imagine stabbing her relentlessly, my knife spraying her blood across the pavement.

"Hey Athena! C'mon, there about to start." Yells Granite, another girl in my year.

"Well I have to leave, I'll make sure to give you a little shout-out in my interview." She tells me before leaving me to imagine more ways to torture that cow.

"Welcome! Hello District 1!" trills Starley Ophelia, our escort for 4 years now.

Her sunset orange hair is up in an afro and has little bird figurines stuck randomly, with the occasional peeping out of birdhouse placed in her hair.

A million thoughts rush through my mind, I rehearse what I'm going to say over and over again and before I know it, Starley is reaching into the girls bowl, thousands of strips of paper move with the movement of her hand. Eventually she plucks one from the bottom of the bowl and clears her throat.

"Athena Boulregard!"

Ha! I see Athena walk out with anger evident on her face. I too take a step out and into the opening.

"Oh no you don't!" she hisses and runs at me.

I stick my hand down my dress and my hand emerges, clutching a knife. I twirl it between my fingers as I wait for her to strike. She too appears to be holding a knife and it's a showdown. We stare each other down and I decide to start the battle. I clench my knife and swing it at Athena's face. She swiftly dodges it and attempts to kick my legs out from under me but I jump back. I take my knife and swing it into her arm, ripping through layers of flesh. She cries out in pain and I use this as a distraction and run for the stage screaming. The peacekeepers don't pay us much attention, they've got to be used to it by now, it happens every 3 years or so.

"I volunteer!" at the top of my lungs.

I mount the steps and make it to the top. I turn and flash mum a cocky smile. She gives me thumbs up in return and I turn to face the crowd.

"Ooh, a volunteer! What is your name?" asks Starley dazzled.

"Jenna Nightingale i.e. Jenna Blaine." I say arrogantly.

"Ooh! A victors child. We haven't had one for 9 years! How exciting!" roars an excited escort.

I smile and give a little wave to an enraged Athena. She flips me off in return. Who cares what she thinks. I won, she didn't. Simple as that.

"And now for our male tribute!"

Silver Gonda, 17

"Emerald and Cobble, sitting in a tree. K-I-S-S-I-N-G!" I chant enthusiastically whilst circling the 2 lovebirds.

I draw imaginary hearts in the air and blow kisses at the happy couple. Cobble gives me a smirk and Emerald has gone bright red, using her free hand to cover her face.

Cobble and I walked to the reaping together only to be meet by his 6 month girlfriend; Emerald. She wrapped her tanned arms around his muscular body and gave him a light kiss on the lips. The 2 look like siblings which makes things odd when we meet someone and the 2 start devouring each other's faces.

"So you 2 are...close siblings?" they'd ask us.

We would all start cracking up before explaining ourselves.

Cobble and Emerald both have platinum blonde hair and bright blue eyes. Cobble stands at about 6'1 while Emerald stands at a mere 5'8. Cobble has a real tan from ours of outdoor training while Emerald has a tan that can only be obtained through gallons of tanning oil and hours of tanning bed trips.

We all sign in wait patiently in the crowd, calling over the occasional friend or two. Most I don't really care about, flashing them a heart-warming smile or a hearty handshake. The only person who I really give much attention to is Shine Platts.

She combs her painted nails through her bleached-blonde hair, every strand curled to perfection and ending at around her back. She bats her eyelashes and a twinkle appears in her forest green eyes. She gives me a smile with her bright red lips and reveals a set of perfect, white teeth.

"Oh hey Silver. You look nice." She purrs.

I stare down at my new pair of jeans, crimson red t-shirt and black blazer.

"Good. But not as good as you." I say flirtatiously.

She wears a knee length black, strapless dress. Nothing too fancy but she looks stunning.

In the background we can hear our retard escort muttering about how much of an honour it is to be here. Blah, blah bloody blah! The only time I bother looking up is when she calls out the name of our new tribute. Not Jade. Not my poor, injured sister!

"Athena Boulregard!"

A girl materializes from the 18yr old section looks ready to rip anyone who crosses her throats out. Just then a smug looking girl appears a few meters away from where Athena came from. I don't pay much attention to the fight between the two because I know that girl. That horrible, selfish cow!

It was a hot summer day a few months ago. Jade and I were just finishing training when a girl one year older than me challenges Jade to a knife-throwing competition. Each girl was given 5 knifes and whoever hit the mot bulls-eyes won. The older girl hit 4 bulls-eyes but Jade hit 5. The older girl threw a hissy fit and picked up an axe before swinging it into Jades leg. It went really deep, severing arteries and veins. She would forever walk with a limp and not be able to run. It shattered her dream of winning the games because she would definitely die if she were to go into the arena. Since then I swore to win for her. I was going to wait for another year before volunteering but since the girl who destroyed my sister had won the battle and the right to volunteer, I was going to volunteer and steal that girls dreams like she stole Jades.

"And now for the boys!" trills Starley Ophelia.

She walks towards the boys bowl, everyone holding their breath, the tension palpable. She grabs a slip and walks back to the microphone.

"Silver Gonda!"

I wait for the boy to walk out so I can volunteer when I strong push from behind brings me to my senses. Me! It's me!

Well then, there's no need for volunteering. I walk to the stage and run up the steps, taking them 2 at a time. I smile erratically at the crowd.

"Shake hands the 2 of you!" Starley tells us.

I grip her hand firmly and she tries to crush mine. Well two can play at that game. I clench my hands and notice her concentration breaking. After we both try to kill each other's hands, I'm escorted into the justice building. I grip the marble door handle and turn it, the coldness of the handle leeching into my body.

My first visitots are a group of my so called friends. They all congratulate me and give me high-fives. To be honest I don't even know half their names but eh, the more the merrier!

The next people to enter are 2 people I actually want to see.

"Dude you can, and will, win." Cobble tells me happily. I try to believe it but the other career tributes most likely want to be here while I had no choice.

"Thanks man, take care of Jade will you?" I ask him.

Who gives a crap if I'm gonna die, as long as Jades fine then thats all I care about. He gives me a nod and shakes my hand. Emerald sits on Cobbles lap and plays with his hair, trying to cover her teary eyes.

After we all sit there awkwardly Cobble announces its time to leave and Emerald walks out the door with him.

I sit on the velvet couch and brush it with my fingertips. The rosewood door opens and Jade walks in teary-eyed, her usual blue eyes have gone red and puffy. I open my arms and she doesn't hesitate before running into them.

"Kill her." She hisses into my ear, her hands digging into my arms so hard that I can begin to feel the skin tear.

I push her away and look into her eyes. I give her a nod that can express a thousand words. She's usually the brave one but shes seen what Jenna's capable of and has the injuries to prove it.

My throats tightened up and speaking is just too painful. A lone tear empties from my eye and I wipe it away. Dad tells me a strategy to win very angrily, but I don't listen. My mind races and all I can think about are the countless ways I could be killed or kill in the arena. Mum tells me she loves me over and over again and she can't help but spill out all her tears.

All too soon a peacekeeper pulls them away from me, my goodbyes still hanging on my trembling lip as Jades creams over and over again. I know sleep won't come tonight, the screams of my family will occupy my mind as they do know.

Every time I close my eyes I see Jade opening her mouth in a scream, screaming for my return and Jades blood.