Thank you to 2oo92 for Rose and Camp Half-Blood for Max :) hope I did your tributes justice :3

Rose Harrien, 15

Jay, Kai, Sires and I all make our way to our small cottage on the outskirts of District 11. Sires pulls a funny face at my 7yr old brother, Kai. Kai lets out a giggle and buries his face behind Jay's legs. Jay shakes him off jokingly and Kai releases his grip on Jay and runs for me. Jay grips the wooden doorknob and twists it.

"Mum! Dad! We're ho-"

Jay turns sharply, tears bubbling in his ochre eyes and starts pushing us forcefully away from the open door.

"What the hell's going on!" Sires growls. He stomps towards our house and Jay just stands there and watches as Sires storms towards the door. I can't help but take a peek. I start running towards the house and Sires turns grimly. His hands shake violently and I slip past them with ease.

"Oh."

I stare at the carnage before me. Mum lies dead on the floor with an axe buried deep in her dark skin. Blood pools around her and messages are scribbled on the walls in her blood. Cruel, terrible messages with many profanities.

Hanging a few feet from mum is dad. A noose is tightened around his neck and his body hangs limply.

I feel strong hands wrap around my waist and begin screaming and thrashing.

"Mummy! Daddy!" I scream. Tears flow freely down Sires' face as he embraces me, trying hard to block my face from the gore.

"No! No! Mummy! Daddy!" I shriek.

Kai starts crying when he hears me screaming and Jay starts cradling him, whilst screaming into the open sky.

The doorknob feels cold in my hand as I recall that terrible event that took place 3 years ago. Jay has never ushered a word since, Kai grew violent and rude and Sires became very protective of us. I am now shy, don't trust and am very independent.

It was concluded father slashed mother before hanging himself with a rope. Sires dropped out of school to support us and we remain, however difficult it is, in the household we grew up in.

"Rose? Is that you?" Sires calls as I enter the house.

"Yes!" I respond unenthusiastically. My light footsteps echo throughout the house. I hear soft snoring and walk into Kai and Jays room. Kai sleeps fitfully, occasionally muttering a cry or two.

Nightmares. We all get them. Ever since the death of mother and father.

I lightly shake Kai and he groggily opens his chocolate eyes.

I sit at the foot of his bed and he kicks me in the side. I get up and leave to go check on Jay. He fumbles with a fancy shirt, making the odd grunting sound. Even though he can't be reaped, it's still mandatory to look acceptable.

"Need help?" I offer.

Jay looks at me awkwardly and I button up his baby blue shirt. He gives me a shy smile and I wait for a "Thanks" to pass his lips.

It doesn't.

"We should probably get going." I whisper quietly.

Jay solemnly nods his head and I quickly remember I'm still in my pyjamas.

"Right after I get dressed."

I leave Jay and tread quickly into my room. I avoid showering because I can hear splashing, signalling Sires is showering.

I pick out the first thing I see which happens to be a white dress that was once mothers. I unbutton my pyjama top and it drops on the floor, quickly followed by my shorts.

The dress feels soft but slightly itchy against my body. I leave my frizzy hair out and keep it in place with a few clips.

I walk down the hall and observe the deep scratches. After an accident that left father out of work, he grew violent. Knife slashes has ripped the frail wallpaper and I run my dark fingers over it. They remind me of the scars on my arm.

One day father grew very violent and slashed my arm. Mother got me to a healer in time and to avoid drama we said I slipped and landed on glass.

I collect Jay and leave Sires to get ready. Jay and I step out the door and into the warm air. Jay grips my hand in his and we walk to the reaping. No conversation arises seeing Jay doesn't speak yet it doesn't feel awkward. I rest my head on his strong shoulder and the Justice Building peeps out the corner of the foliage.

The mayor and 5 living victors sit in chairs on the stage while our escort rattles on about the history of Panem.

I get checked off and bid Jay goodbye just as Sires makes an appearance followed by Kai.

Kai! How did I forget about him! He looks grumpy and glares at me as I go off into my section.

Before the death of my parents, I had plenty of friends. Now, nobody wants anything to do with the Harrien family.

"Now without further ado, lets pick our female tribute!"

The escort walks over to the giant bowl with my name scribbled on 14 pieces of paper.

She picks out a name and struts back to the podium.

"Oh, I love this name! Rose, Rose Harrien!"

My whole body goes rigid and I begin to panic although I quickly try to mask it. Everyone moves away from me and I step out onto the path.

"No." The first noise is almost inaudible.

"No." The voice is more assertive now.

"No!" This time I can distinguish the voice although it's been years since I last heard it.

I turn and see Jay standing firmly with his dark hands balled at his sides.

"Jay." I murmur. I run up to him and wrap my arms around him although I don't feel his arms embrace me.

A peacekeeper pulls me away and I don't scream or thrash but merely let him take me to the stage like a lamb to slaughter.

Max Starling

(A/N This is just one of his 3 personalities)

"Leave. Me. Alone!" I scream at my poor excuse for a mother. God, some people are just born pathetic like her.

"Honey, there's no need to be rude." Mother looks at me kindly, her eyes meeting mine.

"Well then learn to make a decent sandwich! You are a woman aren't you?" I glare at mother accusingly. I mean c'mon, how hard is it?

I storm out of the house, flipping off that dumb cow as I pass her. The infuriating scent of apples engulfs me as I briskly walk past them. Stupid apple trees.

"Max calm down!"

I lean over and begin flashing mother. That ought to shut her up. I pull my pants back up and continue to swagger to the reaping, pleased with myself.

"Maybe next time she'll learn that it goes: bread, mayo, cheese, ham, bread. Not: bread, mayo, ham, cheese bread. Stupid woman." I hiss under my breath.

My brand new pants feel itchy against my skin and my shirt sticks to me in the hot weather. I continue walking grumpily to the reaping until a child abruptly runs into me.

"Oh, I'm sorry." The child looks up to me with big brown eyes and I glare at him.

"That'll be 5 dollars." I extend my hand and the child looks confused.

"Excuse me?"

"Having the honour of even touching me isn't cheap." I continue holding out my hand in payment but the kid just kicks me in the shins and runs off.

"Dickhead." He yells as he disappears behind the trees.

Whatever.

It's not long before the Justice Building emerges and I stroll cockily onto the paved footpath.

"Your king has arrived!" I announce.

A few kids look my way and some even throw insults at me.

"Get a life!"

"Who the hell are you?"

"Oh god! Max is here!"

I ignore my haters and file to get my name marked off. I flinch slightly when I feel the capitol ladies gloved hand take mine and a sharp ZAP zapping my finger. I then walk into my marked off are as the escort reads out the name of the girl tribute.

"Rose Harrien."

I block out the rest of the reaping. A distressed loved one, peacekeepers pulling her away and then the male tributes name is rolling off the escorts lips.

"Max Starling!"

Looks like District 11 will have a winner this year. I strut towards the stage, flashing cocky grins and radiating confidence. I get to the stage and shake the girls hand. It makes no difference to her that she is shaking hands with a god. Her loss.

A set of beefy hands guides me through a set of doors and finally leave me at a room where I will presumably say my goodbyes. I don't understand why, I'll be back in about a month.

Firstly my parents come through the doors. Father, a well-respected orchard owner and mother, a stay at home mum.

"We love you Max." Mother whispers. She chokes on a sob but I just shoo her with my hand.

"Then learn to make a decent sandwhich next time." I spit scornfully. Mother looks heart-broken and she cries on fathers shoulder.

"Max there's no reason to be mean to your mother like that. Especially if this could be the last time you speak to her." Father tells me grimly.

"Thank god for that!"

Mother's wailing gets louder and a smirk plays on my face. Father escorts mum out, giving me a pitiful look as he leaves. Serves her right!

No more visitors come and I can't help but feel a bit sad. Why would nobody want to visit me?

That's when I feel my vision cloud, my eyelids dropping and the last thing I feel is the soft carpet cushioning my fall.

Soooooooooooooo sorry for the long break and the crapp make-up chapter. I feel both are very rushed because Im trying to get these stupid reapings over and done with. THank you to everyone who has stuck with this story after 4 months. I really do appreciate it :3 R&R