Hey y'all. Still waiting on a few more tributes, but I have the District 1 tributes ready, so here they are! Thank you to my friends who submitted them.

Galactica (Galaxy) Jasmine, 18

Someone shaking my bed startles me awake at 6 in the morning. I punch my brother Orion right in the stomach.

"Good morning to you, too, Galaxy" he says. "I want to make sure you're ready."

"Because I haven't been doing for 8 years?" I grab my star-studded comforter back, but he yanks it off and onto the floor, and then hits me with a pillow.

My parents wanted to enroll me in the Academy as soon as I said my first word, but the trainers refused. For as long as I can remember, they have boasted on and on about the glory of being a volunteer, and, of course, of becoming a victor. They even taught me about some of the weapons that were frequently in the games. But they weren't mean about it. They understood that if something happened to me, like an accident, they wouldn't disown me. They knew that I needed breaks, and they let me socialize with the other kids at the Academy. No one wants to root for someone they hate, right?

So, I don't blame Orion. He won, no demolished the 49th hunger games, killing 6 other tributes. Ever since then, District 1 has been expected to win every time… and yet we fail. We get trampled by cows. Last year, Emerald, the favorite, almost won, had it not been for that bitch from District 7, Oakley, the Lumberjane. So now the pressure falls to me.

In our house's training room, Orion and I each grab a sword, my weapon of choice. I learned about other weapons, but none of them speak to me in the same way. When we fight, he doesn't stand a chance. I crush him every time, and once we finish, he lies on the floor and pants for air.

"You made me get up early just to embarrass yourself?" I say, laughing as I help him up.

He hugs me before rubbing my head in that older-brother way. "Just wanted to make sure you had what it takes. Carrying on my legacy. You'll do great. But I'll miss you."

"I'll be back in a few weeks!" My stomach grumbles, so we head to the kitchen, where my parents have a full buffet waiting for me.

Mom kisses my cheek. "I couldn't be prouder of my two children." I look at Dad across the table, and he raises a glass to me.

"Soon to be two winners." Dad chimes in. Before I leave to see my friends, he hands me my gift. A gold bracelet with all of our names on it. Galactica, Orion, Jupiter (my dad), and Venus. I feel tears forming, but refuse to let them fall.

As I do, I run into a younger kid, putting my game face on. When he sees me, his face goes pale. At home, I can be myself, but out in the District, I have to look tough. I puff out my chest and stare down the kid before he runs away.

I hear laughter behind me, seeing my on-again-off-again boyfriend, Gordie. He puts his hand in my back pocket, but I shoo it away, shooting him daggers. He chuckles and leans over to kiss me on the cheek. "You know you like it. I'm proud of you, but certainly not jealous."

Gordie goes to the academy, but was never the star. Not like Silver, or Emerald, or Jade. We walk to the district center a few inches apart, no smile on my face. What if people saw me all lovey-dovey with someone?

I catch sight of Princess Hardell, making my heart hurt. Her brother, Silver, died last year in the games. I mentored her at the Academy, but she withdrew after Silver died. I don't see her around much anymore. We make eye contact and she gives me a small wave. When no one else can see me, I wave back. Finally, I meet up with my friends: Catalina and Marigold, who each hug me as the reaping begins.

"You're going to kick serious ass." Catalina whispers.

Sky Greencock walks up to the podium and selects a name from the bowl. "Chrys—" She doesn't even need to finish as I raise my hand and offer myself up as a volunteer, to the thunderous applause of everyone. I glide up to the stage and take in the scene. I look forward to seeing them all when I return.

Pyrite (Pi) Goldfellow, 17

A few weeks earlier…

I was at the Academy, working on my weapon of choice, the crossbow. Every time I aimed at the target, my shot would miss. Not just miss, but fall on the floor. People around me laughed, but I knew that this machine was out of order. I made a note to complain to the head of the Academy. As I put it down, I saw a younger girl flirtatiously wave at me. I winked at her and waved back, and she ran off and giggled with her friends. I have that power on people thanks to my well-kept hair, piercing green eyes, and I tower almost everyone else.

Even if the crossbow didn't work that time, I knew that I was good. Good enough to be volunteer material, especially when my brother missed his opportunity. Just to make sure I was chosen this year, I may have given Caesar some extra encouragement. I didn't even need to bother with another weapon, even if that drove my teachers crazy, so I reluctantly learned a bit about some of the smaller knives. I dreamed of being a career ever since I learned about the Games and the volunteers. I wanted to experience the glory of being a victor. As soon as I could, I insisted that my parents sign me up for the Academy. They refused at first, until I put my foot down and slammed my hands on the table, breaking some of my mother's fine goods. They didn't have much of a choice after that, especially since I threatened to burn the house down.

After my disastrous experience with the crossbows, Caesar, the head of the Academy, called all the students to the front hall, where the parents were waiting for everyone as well. He welcomed us all and announced the chosen volunteers. He said the name of Galaxy Jasmine, and everyone cheered. It didn't surprise me, she was one of the best I had seen. And then he called my name. People gasped, others booed, and some started screaming.

"That kid! He can't shoot properly! He'll doom us all!" I overheard people say. I walked to the front of the room and raised both of my hands in the air. I saw a few people giving me a thumbs down. I tried to reach out and grab Galaxy's hand, but she flinched and growled at me.

The day of the reaping…

Galaxy immediately brings herself to the stage, and everyone screams her name with excitement. Before I volunteer, my brother rushes over to hug me, making me step back. He looks at me and says "You know you're going to die, right?" Yeah right. He would get killed, but not me.

I assumed that people had gotten their dislike of me out of their system, yet when I volunteer myself, they react the same way they did when Caesar proclaimed me as the volunteer. I don't bother reaching out to Galaxy again, not when she scoots away from me. Sky looks irritated, but she doesn't show it to the rest of the district.

I know that I will prove them all wrong.