Cheyanne Talor, D3 Female

12 years old at time of POV
In school we were learning about genetics. My mom was blonde, as were her parents, and theirs, going a while back. That meant I probably didn't get my red hair from her. But my dad had brown hair, and I didn't know about my family on his side. However, they both had blue eyes, and I didn't, which was extremely unlikely. I thought about it over time, realizing my sister looked like them and I didn't, until I decided to ask. Turns out, I was adopted. I was filled with mixed emotions. First, I was mad they didn't tell me, but then I was glad they wanted me. This led to me being sad my real parents didn't, then curious about why they couldn't keep me. I thought about looking into it, but it wasn't important. The family I had now was all I needed.

Taroh Akagi, D3 Male

As I stood in line to get my finger pricked, I looked around for Yakob but I didn't see him anywhere. The line shuffled forward and I kept scanning the area. I needed to apologize for snapping at him. What if he was so mad that he was gonna skip the reapings and get in trouble? I didn't think he would do that, but I was still worried. It wasn't his fault I had such a stressful day. He didn't know how I was feeling, and his teasing was just that. Teasing. I overreacted like I always do and now he was missing and I couldn't apologize. It was my turn to have my blood drawn. I did so and proceeded to the reaping. I must have been one of the last, because the escort started drawing names pretty quick.
"Our female tribute for the 27th Annual Hunger Games is… Cheyanne Talor!" I was surprised there was no scream or anything. She just walked right up. I'd probably cry if I was reaped.
"And the male tribute is… Yakob Johntier!"

No. Not Yakob. I would rather die than watch him die on TV. If only I could do something. Wait a minute.
"I volunteer as tribute!"

Ceto Preston, D4 Female

It really wasn't fair. My uncle shouldn't have even been in District 5. But he was because those stupid freaks couldn't understand that they had it fine. For example, here in Four, we had beautiful beaches. We also had deadly storms. I knew it was the same in Five. They had some minor issues, yes. However, they also had plenty to eat, and lots of jobs available. But they weren't satisfied. They always wanted more. The leeches of Panem. Even the backwards hicks of Twelve kept to themselves. I couldn't imagine them being so stupid as to attempt a rebellion. But the scum from Five did. They assaulted my beloved uncle, a noble peacekeeper just trying to fulfill his duty to Panem, and killed him. I wanted blood. And I would have it. I had been training for the games for 8 years. I was now ready to enter. In the bloodbath, I would kill someone from Five. I might get both, but I also might let one go so I could hunt them down later, just for fun. After that, I'd kill the other careers. They would all fall, one by one.

Anthony Morgan, D4 Male

I had been training since I was 6 years old, far longer than most. I wanted to win the games, not for glory or anything, but to have influence. My mother was an avox. She didn't even do anything, the Capitol needed more avoxes and grabbed her off the streets. It sounds so made up that nobody would believe it, and that's exactly how they got away with it. I was going to become the most memorable, most popular victor, and tell people the truth. Then, nobody would have to suffer like my mom and my family ever again. I was at the trials right now, with my trident. Only two of us were left. My opponent was Reid Dylan, but he insisted everybody call him the Reel Deal. I wasn't quite sure how he was my last opponent, but I was glad for the easy victory. I nailed him before he saw me coming. Now I was secured as the chosen volunteer. It was official. Twelve years of work, and here I was, winning the trials. Next stop, the Capitol.