A/N: I'm back again. This time with new chapters. Hope you enjoy!

Really people? I give you a week to figure out last chapter's question and nothing comes up?

Well- I can't say that I'm suprised though. The answer: Bridget means an enthusiastic person. I just took off the "B".

Disclaimer: I don't own the Hunger Games because I'm not Suzanne Collins...

~District Five Reapings~

Nan Weatherall's P.O.V.

My hands fumble around the ribbons as I tie them into a bow carefully.

The silky texture feels like heaven to the touch.

My fingers run along the green ribbon in my hair holding up my pigtail.

The smears on mother's old mirror barely let me see own face. My hands flow down the small crack that looks like a flowing river.

I reach for the second ribbon that sits on my bed lonely and stranded. Its feeling is different than the other one. This one feels rough and stale, like dry sand packed together.

A white dress hangs on my small closet door, swinging back and forth repeatedly. I watch it for a long while, like it's some type of hypnotist putting me in a trance. The fluff at the bottom dances in the air.

"Nan! Come on, or we'll be late!" My head swings around toward the empty doorway behind me.

She must be in the kitchen. I think to myself. Where's father though?

I quickly tie my last ribbon into my hair and finish my wobbly pig-tails.

I put on my dress only at my mother's second yell. "Nan, honey. Are you ready yet?" She walks into my room with her ruffled violet dress. Her earrings dangle vigorously.

"I'm almost ready, I just need my shoes." I tell her looking around the room. When I look up at her again she smiles and holds up the flats. I bite my lip trying to stifle my laughter and grab the shoes from her.

Mother smiles and laughs a little. "Can you be ready in two minutes tops?"

I nod and slip on my shoes. "Where's father?"

I've caught her with the question right before she's started for the kitchen. "The elementary school. He just needs to pick up a few papers there. He promises he'll be at the reapings for you. Ok, sweetie?" Mother has small smile across her lips while she talks.

I only nod in response again.

She walks off leaving on the sound of her footprints behind.

Father's not supposed to be at the school though. Not at all. It's reaping day. He can't just walk in there. I snap out of my faze.

"She's in her room." I can only catch the last of Mother's words after my quick thoughts.

Cal rushes into the room in her short blue dress that mix-matches with her honey, golden brown hair. It doesn't even move when the wind touches it. It's almost as if it's glued to her back. "Hi, hi." She says quickly then sits on Elisabeth's bed parallel from mine.

Smiling I throw the left over ribbon to her and twirl about in my new dress. Cal eyes the dark strips thinking quietly to herself.

"Who do you think will be chosen this year?" I ask looking for a conversation.

"It needs color."

I look at Cal for a while confused. "What?"

"Your dress. It needs color." She points at my waist, the ribbon still in her hands. Then she gets up wraps some of the silk around my torso carefully. She makes somewhat of a sideways bow at the front and backs away soon after.

Cal watches me for a moment. It's only then when I realize she wants my own opinion. "Oh. I love it." I finally say.

A small smile appears on Cal's face then she pulls me into a hug. A small gasp slips out of her mouth. "We're late!"

I watch her run for the door as fast as she can. Her small heels snag on the doorway so she trips and falls.

My laughter echoes through the halls as I walk over to her and help her up.

She starts running again this time telling me to hurry up.

I roll my eyes and start after her.

She's stopped at the door, panting like a sick dog.

Elisabeth sits at the table eating her breakfast peacefully. I pat her head and give her a hug. It's hard to believe she'll be participating in the Reapings in only four years.

"Mom. Can we start walking for the Town Square?" I smile at her sweetly hoping she'll let us go.

Mother sighs than looks back at us. "Fine. But take your sister."

It doesn't bother me. I've always loved taking Elisabeth places. Maybe because I knew I wouldn't be able to in the future when I got older and had a family of my own.

"My parents gave me some money for some candy from the store. I think I have enough for all three of us." Cal says opening the door.

Elisabeth squeals of happiness and jumps up and down. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!" She hugs Cal along the waist because she's so short then starts jumping again.

XxXxXxXxXx

The creamy chocolates are delicious and something most people here never have in a lifetime. I can't imagine how much it cost Cal's parents for only a couple of these.

We're only half way to the town there when I see Sadie Peterson get a punch in the stomach.

Sadie has never been a popular girl, but it doesn't give people the right to bully her.

I walk up to her and lend out my hand to help her up.

When I turn around to walk off Boris Rust stands in front of me.

"You shouldn't hurt her like that." I say bravely.

Boris is the strongest fifteen year old, district five has come to know. Most people avoid him, but it's not the prey coming to the predator. Boris comes straight to you.

"What are you gonna' do bout' it lil' red head?" He sneers at me with the slightest grin added to it. To make it worse, he plays with my pig-tails.

I react quickly and step away from him. "It's not a day to be playing around, Boris. What if you were going into the games? How would you like to feel your own pain from the careers?"

Out of the corner of my eyes I see Sadie running off.

Boris says nothing more and only moves out of my path.

XxXxXxXxXx

The Town Square is utterly cold and the dress I'm wearing doesn't help with that problem at all.

Cal and I stay close to each other as each person makes their way up the stage.

I glance back at my parents who wait in the far back with other concerned parents. Father holds mother around the waist like he's keeping her from going somewhere.

My attention moves back to the stage.

First on the stage, is our escort- Hillary Farley. A pudgy young women with aqua hair that would stand out in any crowd. She's kind of stuck up, which is what I don't like about her.

She instantly makes way for the podium and introduces Mayor Steifvater.

The mayor's got a full head of brunette hair and has somewhat of a muscular build. I think Cal mentioned that her mother used to have a crush on him when they were both younger.

He calls up our mentor, Lily Sanders, who won the 73rd Hunger Games a while back. She's 24 but I've heard nothing big has changed about her. She's just the same sweet person she's always been.

Lily takes her seat and then the Mayor talks about the History of Panem.

I shudder when he talks about the Dark Days. Cal looks at me making sure nothing is wrong.

The Speech speeds by and we've moved onto the Treaty of Treason.

How many slips did Cal have in the bowl again? It can't be her. It just can't.

She's everything to me. If anything happened to her I'd... It just can't be her.

I think like this for several minutes, until something pushes me a bit.

Everyone in the crowd stares at me as if I owe them something.

I'm shoved again, this time harder. Hard enough to push me to the ground.

~District Five Reapings~

Jeret Pillar's P.O.V.

I never meant to push her like that. Not like a monster. All I wanted was for her to start walking towards the stage.

Cameras either turn to me or the girl I've pushed across the rope. In the distance Peacekeepers glare at me evilly.

The girl beside the fallen one helps her off the ground, also furiously sneering at me.

Hey, don't look at me. I'm not the one sending her off to her death. I think as a response.

"Don't worry, we don't bite." Screeches Hillary while the girl brushes asphalt off her now stained dress.

I can just barely hear what she says in response. "What?" She speaks her words under her breath in a shocked tone.

Her cheek has a huge red mark from what part of her face she landed on. This will probably mean the stalks for at least five to seven hours.

"Well are you coming or not?" Hillary says now starting to get frustrated.

Behind Hillary is District five's mentor, Lily, and she looks a complete opposite of upset.

She gets so worried that she stands up from her seat and covers her mouth. The mayor tells her to sit down, and only because she's the goody-goody two-shoes woman she is, she follows his orders.

Finally the girl I've pushed starts walking to the stage. The look on her face is half smile, but you can see the confusion set in her face.

There's a sigh of relief from Hillary. "Let's give it up for our female tribute, Nan Weatherall!" She gives a cheesy smile that only a district person could detect and then starts clapping herself.

Beside me know is the person who helped the girl up. She looks familiar to me. I think her name's Calculus, or something along that line.

Calculus bends down and picks up a small chip of blue. I'm not able to make out what it may be from though.

To top it off the girl glares at me for a little bit.

She stops when Hillary is ready to pick out the boy's name. "And your male tribute this year is... Jeret Pillar!" She jumps up and down happily almost having trouble saying my name while doing so.

That's me. I say to myself silently.

One by one, I move my feet to the stage. Up the steps and into the fourth chair. Then up again to shake the girl's hand.

She's hiding all her emotions inside her, and it's easy to tell too.

At least the Peacekeepers won't need to bring out the stalks again.

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No one comes to say good-bye to me, and I'm fine with it.

Peacekeepers usher both of out the door so we can catch the train, even though obviously it won't be leaving without us.

On the way to the nearby station, Nan, I think, looks up at me and just stares.

When I look back at her she shakes her head and looks away.

In her small hand is a tiny blue chip which she runs her thumb over and over it.

Her other hand is held to her heart where she traces her fingers around a small turquoise stone hanging from a small, silver chain across her neck. A part of the stone looks rougher.

I put two and two together, easily making four.

I must have chipped a bit off her token.

All that runs through my mind now is:

Crap.

A/N: Thanks for reading! Reviews with some constructive critism would be good.

No question this chapter! You'll just have to wait and see!

Happy Hunger Games and May the Odds be Ever in Your Favor!

-Fifi