Dannin Leigh Grande's POV

It was a dark, gloomy afternoon. The rain was pattering against the roof and the thunder rattled our small house. Every now and then, a flash of lightning would illuminate the bedroom, causing everyone to jump. The storm was fitting for a day like this, a day full of sadness. Everyone's mood was as gloomy as the weather outside. My mother and father sat on the bedside with worried worried looks painted across their faces. I knew there wasn't much time left.

My grandfather laid in bed, his face looking pasty and a sad look in his eyes. A cough rattled from his throat, causing him to shake. He had The Illness for a month now and he was losing the battle. Even though the town had done all they could, using every kind of technology available, nobody could find the cure for The Illness that swept its way through District Five. Nobody knew where it came from or how it began. All we knew was that one day, people started getting sick. We have already lost over a hundred people, and now my grandfather would join the dead.

My Granny grasped his hand, silent tears pouring down her sweet, wrinkly face. And, just like that, my grandfather, who spent long evenings telling old stories and showed us how to live the best life we could, took one last breath and passed on. My mother and Granny couldn't hold in their emotions any longer, wept quietly into the quilt that Granny had slaved over for weeks. My little brothers, who were only nine at the time, sobbed into my father's arms. I joined in on the chorus of sobs that echoed through the room on that stormy day. My Grandfather, who's face had always held so much happiness and joy, was now expressionless. I was truly scared for what life would be like without him, and I didn't know what I would do.

I awoke with a start. It was that dream again. I always had problems at night, when I would relive my worst moments in a dreamlike form. I hadn't realized that I had been crying in my sleep. Sadness filled my heart as I recalled that day when my world was blown apart and reality set in. On the outside, I was a bubbly, confident and curious fifteen year old girl, but on the inside, memories haunted me. Everyone at school loved me and I guess you could call me popular. However I wasn't the stereotypical drama queen that most popular girls are. I was popular more for my personality. My reputation as a good person spread to people I had never even known. Teachers knew who I was before the first day of class and people always said hi to me.

So I had a good life at school, however it was always a tragedy when one of my close friends would be reaped for the games. Our tributes usually die in the bloodbath and we haven't had a victor since Sally Ann Lee, who won game 64. She's now 77, and is kind of losing it in her brain. Well, she's never been mentally sound since the games when she was bitten by a rabid cat and got rabies. She has miraculously made it to the final six when a diseased mutt was released into the arena, giving every tribute rabies. She only won because everyone else died of the disease. She never fully recovered, but ironically, you can never see her without one of her many cats curled up in her arms. So, District Five has never really had a legitimate victor.

I hop out of bed, still shaken by my dream put on a dark purple knee length dress, my nicest outfit. I weigh 115 pounds and stand to a height of five foot six. I have dark olive skin, darker than most people in my district who barely see the sun, since they work in the factories all day. I have black hair, cut short in a pixie cut and dark brown eyes. As I make my way downstairs, I can hear Mom and Granny making breakfast and my little brothers, Matt and Leroy, who are both eleven and identical twins, fighting over who would get the last of the chocolate milk. Dad is probably at the table reading the newspaper which, today, is probably full of information about this years Quarter Quell and today's Reapings. I'm fifteen, so my name is in the bowls many times, since I take the tesserae for my entire family.

As I eat my cereal, my family strategically avoids the topic of the Reapings, so it wouldn't spoil a somewhat peaceful breakfast. When I am finished, I put my bowl in the sink and head for the Reapings.

Gertrude Jared Chambers' POV

As the morning dun rises, I climb out of the cardboard box where I spent the night and stretch, my body aching from sleeping in such an uncomfortable position on the cold, hard cement. Five years ago, when I was eleven, my parents were mugged and killed when they were out for dinner, leaving me to fend for myself on the streets.

It wasn't too bad, living the street life. I mean, I had a very nice box and whenever I wanted food, I would just steal from some stupid, unsuspecting merchant. It's not like I would be caught or anything. The cops here are about as intelligent as potatoes. Not many people pay attention to me anyways. The only unique feature I have is my bright red Mohawk, which many people dismiss as teenage rebellion. Other than my hair, I'm an average looking guy. I have a nice tan from being outside, and bright blue eyes. I'm almost six feet tall, but super skinny.

However, my name is my least favorite part about me. My parents named me Gertrude when I was born. I never found out the actual reason why I just assumed that they had their hearts set on a baby girl, and just decided to name their son after my grandmother. Ever since I began kindergarten, I was mercilessly bullied for being named after a girl. The kids would steal my lunch, laugh in my face, and ruin all of my things. I had had enough of their bullying, so when my parents died, I disappeared and roamed the streets for the past five years of my life.

Unfortunately, I still had to go to the Reapings, for my name was in files and documents, so that if I was absent, I would be arrested and probably killed. Other than that, the government had no control on how I lived my life and it was totally awesome. Every year, I stood in the audience and watched two unlucky kids be forced into the arena and get killed in the bloodbath. However, this year would be different. This year, I, Gertrude Chambers, will volunteer and win! I would then be able to stop living on the streets and bring glory to my sorry district.

I quickly grab the remains of somebody's apple from a nearby dumpster and finish it off. When I first started living alone, the idea of scavenging leftovers sickened me, but I got used to the rotten tastes eventually. I straighten my wrinkled grey t shirt that I've been wearing for the past week and walk down the street to the square, where I would volunteer for the 125th Hunger Games.

Dannin Grande's POV

As I stand in line, waiting to be signed in, I brace myself for the sting of the finger prick that says that you are present for Reapings. As the peacekeeper jabs my hand, I wince in pain and my stomach churns at the sight of the blood. I quickly hurry to the fifteen year old section, grabbing my throbbing finger, attempting to ease the pain. Everyone silences as our escort, Geddian Marcuip Jeanine makes his way to the stage. His personality is bearable. He isn't prissy or snobby like the past escorts, but his appearance is, well, interesting. He's sort of intimidating with his red skin, hair, and eyes. My brothers and I joke that someone spilled red dye all over him, making him look like a red monster. I grin slightly, thinking of the memories as Geddian begins to speak.

"Good morning, District Five and welcome to the 125th Reapings!" He shouts loudly. As usual, he shows us the normal video that we are forced to watch year after year. Finally, he launches into the normal Reaping spiel.

"Alright, everyone, ladies first!" He reaches into the girls bowl an snags a name.

"Dannin Grande!"

Okay, keep calm. I must stay strong, I can't show my family that I'm worried. I need to believe I can do this. It will look better if I stay tough and not show how scared I am. I walk to the podium, emotions raging through my head. I stand in silence as Geddian struts over to the other side of the stage.

Gertrude Chambers' POV

An olive skinned girl with a black pixie cut walked onto the stage after she was reaped. She seems confident enough, maybe she'll get sort of far in the arena. As our escort, Geddian, goes over to choose the boys name, I prepare to volunteer.

"Brian Sparks!" He shouts.

"I VOLUNTEER!" I run as fast as I can to join Dannin on the stage. Finally, I can go somewhere in my life. We shake hand and head to the justice building for goodbyes.

A/N

So how do you like it so far? Thank you Steven B for Gertrude, Taylor1103 for Dannin and Peeta6in6real6life for Geddian! Sorry for the late update, I've had a lot going on from Halloween parties to club meetings. Here is the trivia question, and don't forget to leave a review!

what is the date of the catching Fire movie release?

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