Zane Aperechton

Zane was lying on the sofa in his holding room, with his face down in the cushions. He didn't want to think. Thinking made him feel worse. He wasn't stupid, and he knew that his odds of winning were horrible. He just didn't want to think about dying.

His first visitor was his father. Zane was sure his brother and sister were waiting in the hallway.

"You just going to lay there?" asked his father. Zane honestly didn't want to get up and face reality, but he pulled himself from the couch and looked at his father. His face was red, like he was crying before he came inside.

"I'm scared." Zane said simply. His father sat on the couch next to him. They were family, but they weren't as close as Zane was with his siblings.

"I think you'd be stupid not to be scared. What's going through your head right now?"

"I'm thinking that Braham and Alice are gonna be twins in a few weeks. Can't be triplets with only two people."

"You can't think that way. You can't afford to think like that. You have to believe that you'll come home. Your mother did everything she could so you kids would have your names in the reaping as few times as possible, and now this is happening, and you can't let your mother's hard work go to waste. Win for her, if no one else." He had to play the mom card. Zane was angry with him now.

Zane had been really close to his mother before she died five years ago. His father had bee a complete drunk, but tried to sober up for Zane and his siblings. He succeeded, but he had never been even remotely close to how good their mother had been. All Zane knew was he didn't want to talk to the man anymore.

When the Peacekeeper came in to ask his father to leave, Zane was surprisingly happy. He wanted to see Alice and Braham more than anything. Braham lead their sister into the room, and she broke from his grip and ran to Zane. He hugged her tightly. She was so small compared to Zane and Braham. They were both 5'11", and she was 5'1". People often mistook her as their little sister.

"How are you feeling?" she asked.

"Like hell. I'm going to die out there." He knew that Alice was a horrible liar, but her silence was worse than a bad lie. She couldn't disagree with him.

"Try. Nothing to do but try, right Zane?" said Braham.

"Right," he sighed.

Ganch Sightson

Ganch planned on just sitting in her holding room, or maybe getting in a short nap, while the other tributes said goodbye to their friends and family. No one was coming to see her. She had no friends, no family, no one to come and say goodbye. This is the reason she decided to volunteer. She wouldn't be missed when she lost. She didn't have anyone back home, wishing for their child to come home and crying in depression when she died.

She could hear muffled sobs from the hallway. Loved ones must have just finished with another tribute. Ganch wished the Peacekeepers would give them longer. What parent could possibly say their last goodbyes to a child in three minutes? It was unfair. But then Ganch remembered…it was the Hunger Games after all.

There was a sudden knock on the door. Ganch turned around and saw a man in the doorway. She recognized him. He was a low-ranking Peacekeeper that kept watch near the Community home.

"Hello, miss Sightson." He let himself in, obviously knowing he was the only visitor. "My name is Gregory Mack." He was the father of the girl Ganch volunteered for.

"Hello." Ganch said.

"You saved my Kira. You saved her. I tried getting her to come thank you in person but she's been crying since you volunteered." He paused for a moment. "Why did you volunteer?"

"I…I don't have any family left. I wanted to do something good. I wanted to save someone who wouldn't have made it otherwise." Ganch could see his mind turning. He wasn't sure to be grateful or feel bad for her. But she knew, in the end, that this man would be happier with her dying than his own little girl.

Iris Dreamcoat

Iris was crying. Her sister, Chartreuse, was her first visitor, and she understood the Iris needed to cry. Iris loved her sister, even if they didn't talk that much Char had wished her little sister good luck, and that she was going to work extra to send sponsor money, even if it wasn't much. It made no difference to Iris. She was dead either way. In ninety-nine years of Hunger Games, there had only ever been one winner who was twelve. Iris didn't know his name, just that he had come from district Seven over fifty years ago.

When Char left, the rest of Iris' family came in; again, it was a silent goodbye. The only person missing was her mother. She must have wanted to spend time alone with her daughter for their goodbyes. Iris' dad handed her a colorful woven bracelet. She recognized the colors in it.

"How did you know to have this?" she asked. He nodded to her sisters, and they left the room.

"I've had it for a few years now, as a token in case any of my girls were picked."

"I guess you got your money's worth," she laughed. She had to try to joke about this. The only alterative was terror. Luckily, her father understood that she was joking. He hugged her tightly, and the Peacekeeper came in to take him away.

Iris' mother was next, and her mother was nowhere near as strong as her father had been. She was crying, and shaking, and she grabbed Iris tightly around her back and pulled her close.

"Please. Please come home to me, Iris. I can't lose you. I just can't."

"Mom. Mom. I'll be okay," she lied. Iris had a feeling she wouldn't be okay. She felt bad for her family, who would have to watch her go down, probably very early on in the games. All she was able to do now was try and calm her mother down, and try to convince her she'd be alright. It was a long few minutes, but Iris did not mind one bit.

Fiona Fierry

Fiona was sitting with her two brothers. Flynn was perched in her lap, and Fein was tucked under her arm. Both of them were crying. She couldn't blame them. They weren't so young that they couldn't understand what this meant. Fiona knew this would be the last time she saw them. She had no faith that she could win this. Five wasn't a district known for winning. But she tried her best to calm them, and her mother finally pulled Flynn away and onto her lap so Fein could sit with his sister.

"There are eight of us. That's enough for a good alliance. Mom, we'll do the best we can. I'll do the best I can. I'll try, I promise." Fiona was fighting back the tears now. She didn't want to leave. She'd rather have the average, yet horrible, life she had here in Five, than have even the slight chance of a life of riches if she won. She knew she'd be fighting for her brothers. She would try to win for them.

Hey, if you guys find any grammar, spelling, or word usage errors, feel free to let me know so I can correct them. I've decided on not going on hiatus, i'll just be slowing down a bit on updating until I finish this other project. Keep reviewing, I love the questions and suggestions :D