So this is the 2nd half of the reapings, hope you enjoy :)

Heather Morris

I wake at 6am for the reaping at 9, I don't know why the reaping is so early this year, oh well. Who cares? I need to wake up early to look as glamorous as possible so I intimidate the people up there and make them feel as bad as possible. I love seeing the tributes' face's when they get reaped. They look so sad and miserable. Ha, I love it even more when they cry. It's actually hilarious!

I get up straight away and have a shower. Last year, daddy bought me one of those Capitol showers for my birthday. I love it so much. I decide to smell of roses for the reaping. When I'm out I blow-dry my hair and dry my body. I straighten my hair and begin to apply my make-up with red lipstick and black eyeliner. I think I'll go all red today. I put on a very short red dress and when I go out, I'll be wearing very high bright red heels to compliment my fabulous dress. I run downstairs into the kitchen and see that everyone is miserable. Why are they so sad, it's not like we're going to be picked. For the whole duration of the games, no one in our superior family has ever been picked. Why is it so different this year? I pour some cereal and top it with milk. I scoff it down leaving me stuffed. This is going to be the best reaping ever!

Suddenly, the horn goes off. My father groans, he'll be sitting on the stage as usual, being the Mayor and all. I jump up and down and squeal with excitement over the situation. My mother scowls at me and I stop. She seems to think that we shouldn't be happy about the games. Why not? The games are the highlight of the entire year. I love them to bits!

We come out of the estate in a blacked out car. We can't turn up early because my father has to go backstage so we're always the first there. That's OK though. I'm fine with that. We get to the Justice Building and peacekeepers escort my father inside. I go and sign in and file into my section and as I said, we're the first there. The crowd of terrified kids slowly grows and grows until there's hundreds of us.

Rarna Keets comes out of the Justice Building followed by my father who looks miserable and Johanna Mason. Oh no. Not Johanna. What if she actually has a list. I can't go into the Hunger Games! I mean I'd win it of course, but I don't want to go in. I'm on 16. I've got my whole life to live! Stop freaking out I tell myself. That list she said she had was a total scam. You'll be fine and will be able to enjoy these games sitting at home with your family. I calm down.

Rarna then asks for volunteers. of course, no one. She then goes over to the ball and picks out the first name, "Lucy Sycamore," she calls. The 12 year old that I was bullying a couple of days ago. This is so funny! A wave of positive energy rushes through my body. This games is going to be amazing! Lucy walks up there and seems to be crying. Even more funny!

Rarna calls out more and more girls and more and more crying, miserable and lonely looking girls trudge up to the stage. 12 girls have been picked so far. 12 left until we know all the girls that will be killing each other. I'd quite like more 12 year olds, they're the funniest when they're in the arena. They're usually to small for the swords and are way slower than anyone else so usually get cut down in the bloodbath. Rarna calls out the next girl, "Heather Morris."

What?! No?! There must be some mistake! I can't be picked! I'm Heather Morris! I'm the Mayor's daughter! The Mayor's daughter! The peacekeepers escort me up there and I try to run for it. I run for about 2 seconds until 1 of them strikes me down with one of their huge black batons that they use to punish criminals. I stand up and scream, "How dare you!" in his face, "I'm the Mayor's daughter! There's a mistake and I'm not going into the games!" I screech at him angrily. He looks startled for about a second but then violently grabs my left arm and drags me up there. I'm up there and see my father's face. I can't see any sadness. No anger. Nothing. I can't see any emotions at all. I look over to Johanna, she's smiling and winks at me.

I feel anger building up inside me and I run at here screaming. I don't get there though. A peacekeeper whacks me in the face, knocking me out.

Danny Draddock D9

We don't have any curtains so I always wake when the sun comes up. It's a foggy and cloudy morning so it takes a while for the sun to come through the window to wake me up. I'm not woken by the sun but my mother who's frantically shaking me. The reaping today is at 7:30 and apparently the horn has already gone off. I need to rush. Sometimes people who are late get killed. Apparently we're the strictest district. So many people get executed each yeah I'm surprised we have anybody left. I rush and put on a blue shirt and brown trousers that look disgusting together. I rush into our hallway and put on my shoes. My mum is waiting there and we rush outside. We'll have to get the bus or we'll be late. The fare is very expensive, it costs about 3 days food. If I g The bus is going extremely fast, we're a few miles away from the town centre and we need to rush.

We get there just in time. A minute later and we could be dead. I say goodbye to my mother who is nearly in tears. I sign in and file into my section. I think I'm the last here and as soon as I'm there to doors open and the Mayor, Harriet (a victor) and Quetz Himmle come out. Quetz welcomes us to this glorious occasion in the fabulous District 9. I can see she can't wait to get out of here. With the District mini-games she'll have to spend a couple of weeks here. I bet she's absolutely thrilled about that. Quetz says we need to get on with it. She starts by asking for any female volunteers. No one. She then proceeds with sending 24 girls to their near-certain death.

The first tribute that would be the tribute if this were a normal year is Melissa Benoist. She's 17 and looks strong and healthy. A likely contender for the Capitol games.

She strides up and shakes the hand of Quetz. You can see in Melissa's deep blue eyes that she's feeling terrified and just wants to curl up in a ball and cry. But as with so many tributes for the Capitol games, you have to compose yourself. Nobody wants a crying freak as a victor.

Quetz continues to call out name after name after name. The crows is enormous. Full of hysterical young girls. They get escorted inside and it's now time for the boys. She begins by asking for volunteers and to my extreme surprise, there is someone. It's James Holmes, he's in all the sports teams and is very very popular. He's 18, and if anyone is going to be our district's tribute, it should be him. If I'm in the arena with him, I'm dead. She asks for anymore and there's no one else of course. She then reads out a name, "Danny Draddock," it's me! I mean I was pretty sure I'd be picked but I didn't think I'd be second. Oh my god. I'm going into the hunger games. I'm 16 though, and strong. I can do this. I take one more look at James who's already up there. Actually, I can't do this. Yes I can. I can win our games and go into the final games. I can do it. I can do it. I can do it.

Katniss Everdeen D12

Today is reaping day. Usually on reaping day I feel OK, I mean I'm 42, I've lived through 42 Hunger Games, been a mentor for 26, I'm pretty used to the reapings and the whole idea of becoming attached to a tribute away them just being taken straight away from you in the flick of a switch. But this feels different. There isn't going to be 1 tribute for me to talk to and mentor and give tips to, there will be 24. I think I'll just talk and teach the ones ho I think have potential but also I don't want to strike out the ones that I think don't have potential but could potentially go all the way. Thomas is going to do this. So why shouldn't I? I go downstairs and fry some bacon for myself. I hear the doorbell ring and wonder who it is. It's Thomas and I'm a bit confused. He looks at me in confusion too and asks me why I'm not ready to go.

"The reaping is at 8. Remember Katniss?"

"Oh yeah. Well this is awkward," I say. "I better get ready. It's 7:30 now so come here in about 10 minutes then we can have coffee before we leave then?"

"Sounds good" he replies and goes back round to his. Since he won the 90th games 10 years ago, we've become to best of friends. I guess he's the only one that actually understands me. I had to teach him how to get rid of the nightmares which gained him my trust and we just went from there. I'd tell him anything, and he'd tell me anything. He's 26 and I'm 42. The age difference between us really doesn't matter. Who cares?

I run upstairs and jump in the shower. After 5 minutes of hot steamy heaven I'm out and jump into one of those all body driers that I got given by the Capitol last year. You just stand there and it dries you completely in a couple of seconds. You don't even feel any heat or air or anything. The water just goes away. I put on an indigo dress with black heels. I tie my hair just like I do for every single reaping, including my own 26 years ago. I walk downstairs just in time for Thomas who rings the doorbell again. I didn't pay much attention to his clothes the first time but he looks great, better than usual in fact.

We have coffee and chat about our feelings about the day. Thomas is quite cool but as the morning progresses, he gets more and more tense. So do I. It's bad enough having 2 people per year.

The horn goes off and we take a car down to the square. We go into the back entrance where a now ancient looking Effie showers us in kisses and hugs. I'm surprised she hasn't got to sack. The usually want to go for young beautiful women, not old people. She must be about 60. She doesn't look it with the intense surgery she has had over her whole face.

A bell rings and it's time to go out. Show time! I'm feeling sick. 48 kids will be told they have a very very chance they will die here in District 12 today, 576 all around Panem. Effie welcomes us and begins to reap the girls. 6 12year olds which is a surprise. 8 18year olds which isn't a surprise. When I see the 12 year olds walk up, especially the ones with blonde hair they remind me of Prim, except no one is going to volunteer for her. No one to save them from their imminent death. What I'm really annoyed about now is the tesserae, the past few years there has been a shortage of coal so people haven't been getting as much money so have been short of food so the amount of people signing up for tesserae has sky-rocketed. 18 out of the 24 are from the seam.

The girls are taken inside and now for the boys. 24 boys are reaped. All petrified and ready for death in 2 days. Oh god. 2 days until 46 of the district's kids die. 2 days until 552 kids are murdered by the Capitol.