Thank you to tiger happy tiger for Tinkerbell and amber'xx for Warren. I hope I did your tributes justice :)

Tinkerbell Jay, 12

"There you go Mr Nibbles!" I tell my pet happily. Mr Nibbles, my pet rock, looks at me happily with his drawn face.

I just refilled his water bowl as I noticed he'd been taking a few baths lately and nobody likes to bathe in dirty water. Although I doubt that applies for everyone. Harry the hobo (who lives in a cardboard box), doesn't even bathe so I'm sure he'd be very happy with dirty bath water. I, on the other hand, wouldn't; the same goes for Mr Nibbles.

My parents wouldn't allow me to have a 'big kid pet', as I am not 'responsible' or 'trustworthy.' For my birthday, my parents got me a pet rock, a beautiful box to keep him in and some toys. I give him an abundance of food (his favourite is mozzarella cheese) and refill his water about once a week. I rech my hand in to his cage to put some more cheese in when something unexpected happens.

"Ow! Mr Nibbles, you bit me!" I cry. I stare at him angrily until he apologizes. Eventually he does and I begin to love him again.

"Good boy!" I shout. I tap his smooth head He purrs in response and I walk back to my wardrobe.

"Tinkerbell. Remember it's the reaping so dress pretty!" Calls mum from the kitchen.

Oh yes! The reaping! I slap my head (because I do that when I forget something silly) and pick out the perfect reaping outfit. My princess costume complete with rhinestones and wings glimmers under my shiny light. Pink frills decorate the lower half while a beautiful picture of a tiara covers the top.

I prance into the bathroom where I strip off for a shower. I turn on the tap and play several games of hot and cold. I turn the hot tap quickly then change it to cold. Mummy says I 'run the water bill through the roof' although I've never been a great runner, I'm more of a dancer. I practice my dance moves including my crumping, moonwalk and breakdancing. I slip a few times but pick myself back up and continue.

"Boom chicka wow wow catcha calafrala wawaaw." I rap. I even do some cool hand movements to go with it!

Someone knocks on the door and a voice rings out. "Tinkerbell. Honey, you need to get ready so hop out." Explains mummy.

I turn the water off and grab a pink towel (my favourite colour's pink) to dry off. My princess dress practically calls me and it sings in response to me sliding it on.

I unlock the door and sprint out the bathroom and into the kitchen. Mum stands over a stove and is cooking something in a frying pan.

"Please tell me its panckaes!" I ask hopefully. I sit at our glass table and bang my knife and fork against the table chantingly.

"Pancakes! Pancakes! Pankcakes!" I demand. My china plate sits in between my utensils and before I know it, a set of 2 steaming pancakes lays on it.

"Oh super duper boy!" I yell! I grab 2 ponytails off my wrists and tie my dirty blonde hair into pigtails.

"Cowabanga!"

I slam my face into my plate and gnaw at the pancakes. Maple syrup coats my face and makes it all sticky. I make sure my hairs out of the way and close my green eyes so they don't get sticky too.

"Tinkie! Show some manners!" Scowls mum. She furrows her tattooed eyebrows and crosses her waxed arms. Mummy can afford luxuries because her and daddy are very wealthy although they won't tell me why. Mummy just pats my head and laughs.

I lift my head from my plate and lick my lips. There isn't any more pancakes to eat 'lady-like' so I just go to the sink and wash my face.

"Now that you look presentable, we can leave." Exclaims mummy. She takes my leash out from under the cupboard and attatches it to my back. My leash has a pink poodle in it that I named Chomper!

"Are we there yet?" I ask.

"Honey, we just walked out the door." Reminds mother.

"Oh."

Silence overwhelms us and I skip happily. Mother makes sure to keep my leash held tightly in her bony hand because apparently I have a tendancy to 'be reckless and we don't want the peacekeepers called again like last time.'

Technically, 'last time' wasn't my fault. Chomper told me to unclip my leash and pee on Mr and Mrs Kardigans lawn.

"Are we there yet?" I bugged.

"Not yet."

"What about now?"

"No Tinkerbell."

"Now we must be there."

"Yes Tinkerbell, we're there!"

"Really?"

"No! Now stop asking." Yells mother. We walk for about 10 more agonizing seconds before I decide silence is too boring.

"Are we there yet?"

"Yes Tinkerbell! We're there!"

A huge smile breaks out on my face and I yelp excitedly. I'm lead into a line where a lot of other people are in. People shoot me annoyed looks but I lick them to return my affection. But things get scary when I get to the front and the capitol lady brings out a needle. We argue for ages and she decides to secretly stick it in my finger when I'm not looking.

"Now Tinkerbell. Don't leave your section unless the funny lady picks your name or wait until the end and I'll come get you." Mummy nags.

The Justice Building door open and our mayor, 4 living victors and our escort walk in. Oh god, our escort looks even funnier then last year. This time she's dressed like a merry-go-round!

I don't bother listening to her as she recites the Treaty of Boringness but my ears do perk up when she mentions the picking of the girls.

"Are we ready to select our girl?" The escort asks. I howl in response. She goes over to the big glass bowl and picks our a piece of paper.

"Tinkerbell Jay!"

Oh. My. God! I won! I run into the walkway and start prancing around happily.

"What'd I win!" I pleaded.

The escort looks nervous and answers my question.

"Er, a trip to the Capitol!" SHe blurts out.

"Oh boy!" I squel.

"Just wait a minute, I need to say goodbye to Mr Nibbles." I tell her. I turn around and start skipping gleefully for my house.

"Oi! Get her!" Roars a peacekeeper.

Oh no. I wonder what happened! I continue to skip home when all of a sudden someone lifts me up.

"Agh!" I shriek. "I still need to say goodbye to Mr Nibbles!"

Warren Redway, 17

A howl is audible from my place in the line.

Oh god, the nutcase is hear. Everyone in the District knows of Tinkerbell Jay. The delusional whack-job whose parents are the biggest crooks in District 8. Mr Jay sells broken sewing machines for outrageous prices and lets just say, most men in the District know of Mrs Jay.

I don't bother paying attention to her rambling and I look back at her. I continue to wait in line until I feel a wet streak cross my arm. I turn and see Tinkerbell Jay crouching down with her tongue protruding out of her mouth.

"What the heck!" I scold. I love a good joke as much as the next person but this is wrong. She starts barking erratically in response and shrink back into line.

I offer the nervous kid in front of me a chance to go before me and they nervously accept.

I smile happily but the smile quickly fades when I realise who I'm in front of. I try to ignore the weird noises coming out of Tinkerbell Jay's mouth and I finally make it to the front of the line. I offer them my finger and wince slightly at the pain.

"Hey Warren!" Shouts a familiar voice. I turn and see my best friend Logan brandishing a new pair of stolen pants. I walk over to him and he shows off his prize.

"You like 'em? Got 'em this morning.: He gloats. We've been best friends since we were 7. My parents don't approve of Logan at all because he is a 'bad influence' on me. I roll my eyes in response to Logans question.

"I like them." Murmurs an angelic voice. We both turn and see Brandi Raiai. Her stunning brown, wavy hair rolls down her back and her cute smile lightens my mood.

"Hey babe, wanna go behind that bush and ba-"

"Oh my god don't finish that sentence!" I demand, cutting Logan off. He winks at her and swivels his hips. Brandi giggles in response and walks away. Of course, she doesn't bother paying me any attention. She only cares about Logan! I count to ten and control my jealousy.

"Dude, your so defensive. Almost like... A lion!" Stammers Logan. "You even kinda look like one." He continues. Lions were a main feature in last years games. Man, those things are vicious.

"DUde, I look nothing like a lion." I counter.

"If you squink real hard-"

"Nothing, like a lion."

Logan and I talk throughout the whole reading of the Treaty of Treason as do most kids.

"My god, they get more boring by the year." Complains Logan. I grin jokingly in response as the escort picks out a girls name.

"Tinkerbell Jay!"

Everyone in District 8 drops their jaws. What luck! Finally, we'll be free of that loony.

Tinkerbell starts yelling about how she has won and doesn't realise her true fate. All of a sudden she sprints for home because she has to tell 'Mr Nibbles.' Eventually the peacekeepers drag her back but she breaks down because Mr Nibbles 'hasn't heard the good news.'

"Well she's a character." Declares our escort. This earns some laughs. "Let's pick the boys now!"

She struts to the male reaping bowl and reaches for a slip resting on top.

"Warren Redway!"

My jaw drops in response to my name being called. Being reaped is one thing but being reaped with Tinkerbell Jay! I walk out, in view of the whole of Panem obviously annoyed, and mount the steps.

"Theres some enthusiasm!" Congratulates our escort. One of the mentors tries to stifle a laugh.

"Shake hands!" Our escort tells us. I'm not bothered to learn her name although if I remember correctly, it's something like Clarity Purtbridge.

I put out my hand unwillingly and Tinkerbell greedily accepts it.

"Oh I remember you! I licked you!" Cries Tinkerbell. She puts on a dazed smile and most members of District 8 burst out laughing.

The time it takes to reach my goodbye room passes in a flash and before I know it I'm standing before I giant, redwood door. I step inside and my breathe catches in my throat. This room is finer than my whole house put together. A crystal chandelier hangs from the ceiling, expensive sofas decorate the room and jewelled items lay scattered around the mammoth room.

My first visitor is mum and dad.

"You can do it." Dad encourages. He pats my head and our big brown eyes meet. I inherited his brown eyes and got my thick brown hair from mum.

"We believe in you." Mum tells me. I enter her arms and we sit there together for ages.

"We both love you." Dad tells me. Mum has now become too choked up to say anything and dad tries hard to keep it together.

My second visitor is my grandma.

"Oh Warren." She wails. She runs into my arms and I tell her it will be OK.

"I love you Gran." I whisper.

"I love you too."

Last but certainly not least is Logan.

"Dude, did you see the way Brandi looked at me? She totally wants to bang." Boasts Logan. We both end up peeing ourselves laughing and just stand there awkwardly.

"It will be weird without you."

"Have fun without me." I say.

"Ill try." He mocks. He holds out his hand and I don't hesitate before gripping it firmly.

"Oh, one last thing." Logan adds.

"May the odds be ever in your favour!"

So there it is! The district 8 tributes! I hope you guys like this chapter and PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE Read and review! As you can see I'm trying to FINALLY finish the reapings so expect one up soon :)