I'm getting back on track! Plus, there's this Reaping then another then another then we're DONE!

And I can't be the only person who wants to move on.

After that last Reaping we'll have one chapter for a hint of all the goodbyes and then... I'm gonna post a schedule here.

D2 (now)

D9

D3

Goodbyes

Capitol's view

Chariot Rides

Interviews

The Games

Afterthought

Obituaries

So yeah! Plenty to come and hopefully you'll like it. The Victor will be chosen soon and there may be a hint somewhere... idk.

You can now sponsor teddy bears, hairbrushes and soap.

Amber Balcen, D2

At the training center, I am alone. Only the male tribute- Diaz- and I are here because today, we will get more out of it than anyone else.

My mum is peacekeeping somewhere in a different district so she isn't here for the big day. I'm only doing this because she wants me to.

I carefully stab the dragon a few more times to make sure it's really dead. I suddenly realise that it is in fact a sandbag and all the sand has gotten in between my shoes. In a pale white dress, I emerge from the bathroom after taking a shower.

I tense up as I hear quiet footsteps behind me, then breathe a sigh of relief. It's Avery.

I still feel guilty. During the knockout fight, I almost killed her. What sort of person am I, to almost kill my best and only friend?

She falls into step beside me and we walk to the Reaping in silence. We embrace and head our different ways. She'll probably volunteer next year, but today is for me and me alone.

So I take a deep breath and, with all my might, out on a show. Rather than following tradition and shouting, I sing. I sing while essentially signing my death certificate. I didn't have a reason at first, but then I wonder if I could get sponsored for my singing. I give my voice a hard tone as I step up to the stage with a murderous glint in my eye.

Poliana Honeysdale-Crown, D2 Escort

What the?..

The girl... the volunteer... sang.

I hope I won't get demoted or, even worse, fired. But who knows what Gra- Snow will think of her performance.

I don't bother unfolding the slip because the male volunteer has already shouted out his name.

Diaz Thompson, D2

I smirk, amused, as the girl who will volunteer with me stabs a sandbag repeatedly, the sand trickling into her shoes and clothes. I spot a few speckles in her hair before I turn around and chuck my spear at the target I have selected. There is a queue if targets behind it and I want to know how many I can skewer. I get all eight as the spear lodges itself in the wall.

If Lena were here, it'd be more fun. Ah well, it doesn't really matter.

I don't bother talking to my grandparents or my sister Estella before I jump the queue and sneak off to the back of my section. That way, I can cause a real ruckus when I volunteer.

I have to hold in my guffaws- like many around me- as Amber sings her way up to the stage.

Then I volunteer traditionally and we shake hands.

I never realised how hard District Two was to write.

On second thoughts, that's probably just me.

Anywho, I once more feel the tributes weren't done justice.

Au revoir, mon ami!

~CandyRue