User blog:District12-Tributes/My Hunger Games

The Quarter Quell Twist:
President Ivory slowly took her posistion in the center of a glimmering, metallic stage. She cleared her throat which seemed to be the signal for the box of Quarter Quell cards to be presented. Her gloved hand rummaged through the wooden box until finding the card marked with a distinguished 9 in the middle. Each Quarter Quell twist has promised to be a horrendous contribution to the already bloody and terrifying days in the Hunger Games' arena. She straightened her posture and smoothed a nonexisting wrinkle from her uniform, navy skirt. President Ivory wet her tongue slightly with her lips before announcing the deadly addend to the 225th Annual Hunger Games. She started speaking with a strong and powerful voice."Every three days spent in the arena, a battle between two tributes shall be called! The two tributes participating in the battle shall be drawn from a round, glass bowl. Only one tribute shall survive the brawl." President Ivory's eyes glanced up from the card to the large, Capitol audience. She continued without hesitation. "This is proving that we, your rulers, can control the way you play our Games. If you do not wish to bring upon the death of another tribute, you will still be forced to kill in the bloody battle, meaning your death or another's."

Reapings
District 1 Reapings-

Polyester Romano (Female): I woke especially early this morning; it was nearly 10:30 AM! I had a good reason for getting up so early, too! Today is reaping day, and I know I will be fabulous today!

Anyway, I was standing beside a group of other sixteen-year-olds. I knew that I looked way better than almost all of the people here! Even if my name wasn't drawn, I would volunteer, because I am going to the Capitol! I waited impatiently for the tributes' names to be called. I was just getting tired of waiting, when a bubbly Capitol woman took the stage in a neon, green dress. "Hello, District 1! I won't keep you waiting longer, so let's get going, shall we?" She smiled at us and didn't wait for an answer. "As always, ladies first!" Her gloved hand slid into a large, glass reaping bowl. I was giddy with anticipation. "Polyester Romano!" ''Great, I won't even have to go to the trouble of volunteering! ''I thought.

Calico Shimmer (Male): I am one of the few people in District 1 who dread my name being called at the reaping. I hate the idea of killing another living, breathing person; it's just not right! Due to my opinion, I do not dress up for the reaping. I do not treat it special. I hate the Hunger Games; I miss our few years of freedom with President Paylor. I hate our President who took over after President Paylor's Death, President Ivory, who insisted we return to Panem's laws and customs from President Snow's time.

Well, when I get to the Square, where the tributes' names will be called, I catch my best friend, Rex's, eye. He is, actually, three years younger than me, and we share the same opinion of the Hunger Games and the reaping. I can tell he is nervous, so I give him what I tried to make seem like a reassuring smile.

Soon, a woman wearing a neon, green dress and wig steps up onto the stage. "Hello, District 1! I won't keep you waiting longer, so let's get going, shall we?" She pauses a moment and gives us a large, fake smile. Then, she continued, "As always, ladies first!" She grabbed a piece of paper from the girls' bowl and called out the name, "Polyester Romano!" A beautiful girl walked up beside the Capitol woman and grinned with a confidence and determination that I admired. I took a deep breath as she started to the boys' bowl. She plucked up the first name her hand touched and yelled the name, Rex White, out into the croud! I let out a sigh of relief, but soon realized who the name belong to. Rex! I couldn't let him go into the arena! "I volunteer as tribute!" I cried, before I knew what I was doing. "Oh, and your name is?" the Capitol woman asked me. I didn't reply, and she looked offended by my silence. "Well, then," she said and exited the stage indignantly.

District 2 Reapings-

Shamrock Harrison (Female): I wait in the Square with the cheering crouds of District 2. The rush of excitement floods through my veins as I wonder what will happen today; a volunteer no doubt.

Suddenly, the escort is onstage and the people behind me give out a loud roar, then are completely silent as the escort, I didn't bother to listen to her name, plucked a simple slip from the glass bowls. She opens her mouth, but desperate screams of girls overcome her voice, even with the microphone. I sigh; I've had enough of this. I grab the knife I keep in my boot and throw it at the stand. Girls shriek, and I step up. "I think that I'm your tribute," I say with a mischievous smile.

Jason Tompre (Male): I wait my turn and fidgit with my hair, hoping that I will look okay when I volunteered.

Shamrock is looking at the crowd of boys, trying to decide on her District partner. The escort plucks the boy's slip, but no one listens. Shamrock's gaze lands on me, and she takes the slip from the escort. She directs the Capitol woman to me and whispers to me. The woman nods fearfully and motions for me to come up. I do a jumping flip and land on top of the stage, smiling. Shamrock grins at me. We will win, her smile tells me. And I believe her. I will soon realise that I shouldn't have ever trusted her,

District 3 Reapings-

Mallory Debut: I was watching all of the girls in the District hug eachother and wish one another good luck. Nobody came to me, though, and I didn't care. I just stood rigid in the Square waiting for the name of the unlucky tributes to be called. ''Okay, it probably won't be me. There is so many names. It probably won't be me.'' I kept trying to reassure myself that I would not be picked. I was so absorbed in my own thought, that I didn't notice the escort step onto the stage and grab a name from the reaping bowl, but I did hear who she called. Can you guess who's going into the Games? Of course it's me. No one volunteers, and I stomp onto the stage with more anger and annoyance than fear.

Cale Silverado: I really don't want to be picked for this year's Games; I really, really don't, and I couldn't process anything around me except for those thoughts. The whole world was a confusing blur of thoughts and sights. I got really dizzy and the sun's rays seemed to be blinding. The world was moving in waves under my feet. I nearly fainted like most girls when their names are called, but I pulled it together long enough to hear my name escape from the escort's lips. My body moved up onto the stage in jerky motions and stopped beside the escort. I heard her whisper hello, and my mouth responded in a robotic fashion. ''I am most likely going to die within the week. ''

District 4 Reapings-

Airlia Romaine: I love the feeling of the sand betweenn my toes, but why when there's sand does there have to be water? I sigh and walk to the reapings. My silvery blue dress wrapps around my skinny legs as a large sea breeze flows through the square. The escort with his bright pink hair smiled as he went through the dark days and such, I really didn't understand it at first, because I moved to Panem about eight years ago from Greece, but I learned soon enough what was going on. The escort stopped his little speech and went immediately to the girl's reaping bowl. He plucked a name that sounded familiar, and the fourteen-year old girl walked to the stand. I did know her! It was Kajama Odair, Leah, my sister's, best friend! So I did the unthinkable to save Leah from volunteering and Kajama from death.

Arlen Odair: My little sister was up there. She was sentenced to death. But not for long; another girl volunteered. She was Airlia Romaine, the prettiest girl in District 4. Even I was moved by her, and I am the famous Finnick Odair's son! I make a silent promise to protect her because she saved my little sister. No sooner did the escort pick out a name, did I shout: "I volunteer!" I didn't know the kid, but he looked glad that he wasn't going to the arena. I couldn't blame him one bit. Airlia looked at me with a bit of untainted curiousity as we shook hands, and we, right then and there, created an unbreakable relationship and alliance.

District 5 Reapings-

Havana Io: As I walked into the Square I felt people staring at my oddly colored skin and hair. I always found the blue-gray tint to be attractive, which it was in the Capitol. I simply have to learn how to ignore the names and the faces people make behind my back.

Well, today it seemed that as soon as I walked in that everybody's eyes were on me and my name hadn't even been drawn yet! I just hang my head low to avoid all of their rude stares and take my place with the other 14-year-olds. Just as I look up, I hear the name of this year's District 5 tribute. Me.

I'm not even on stage yet when someone yells out my name. They start to volunteer but someone grabs them from behind and thrws them to the ground. At least I know that someone cares about me and will regret watching me die, but who is it?

Spore Io: I am terrified today. I don't want to go into the arena. I don't want to fight to the death with 23 other tributes. I know that the chances are slim that I will get picked, but my heart is already beating too fast since my sister, Havana, was just picked for the arena. I draw a deep breath as the escort picks the unlucky tribute's name, "Chance Coleman!" she yells to the audience. I was so relieved that it wasn't me but couldn't ignore the pang of guilt I felt when I knew that I wouldn't be there to protect my sister. "I volunteer!" The words escaped my lips without a tremor of fear. To protect my sister I would give my life, and I am prepared to do so.

District 6 Reapings-

Sierra Palette: Everyone is speaking of a horrific incedent that takes place today, ''the Reaping. ''It has been described as dreadful, exciting, memerable, horrendous, and treacherous; Because of the mixed remarks, I am not sure of how to look at the Reaping. I can't even explain fully what it is, though, people say that it is a time when 2 people from each district are drawn from a glass and are forced to kill or be killed in an event known as the Hunger Games. I have a hard time processing the purpose of this cruel and unusual torture, but I do know that a dreadful woman, President Ivory, is supporting a child's murderous end.

I have lived in District 6 for 17 years and still can't entirely comprehend Panem's customs, but I have been able to understand the main points of our traditions. I've had my name entered to be tribute multiple times for 5 years without being picked to participate in the Games, and I have started thinking that maybe I should be what is known as a tribute volunteer. Entering the Games myself will save a child of District 6 that is most likely loved and cared for by so many people, while only my parents unconditionally love me. I may even have a chance at winning for I am sneaky, quick, great at camoflauge, and am physically capable to perform spectacular feats; I could even learn to use multiple weapons in training! I have high hopes of returning with numerous riches and countless goods for my district. Participating in this years' Games will be an honor that I am willing to accept.

As soon as I work out my senario of being a volunteer, I hear a name being shouted across District 6. "Dandelion Lovegood!" I don't hesitate to volunteer.

Weston Lotely: I stood in a group of other kids my age. I was staring unblinking at the stage, quietly waiting for the male tribute's name to be called. The female was a beautiful girl name Dandelion Lovegood, but another girl, Sierra Palette, volunteered. Sierra had an accent in her voice that sounded unfamilier, and I couldn't place what it was. Sierra had a strange jump to each step she took and her arms swung in an odd fashion at her sides. I couldn't stop staring at this unique girl. She was a year younger than me and had something about her than I couldn't turn away from. She was, in a strange way, attractive, and I simply couldn't keep my focus on the escort, but I did hear the name called, "Giraffe Lotely!"

Did she mean me? No, she can't mean me; my name is Weston. I didn't move, because I thought it was someone else, but hands were pushing me from all sides toward the stage, and I heard people laughing and the escort urging "Giraffe" to the stage.

The realization hit me like a ton of bricks. Those awful kids in my year at school have somehow gotten my name in the Reaping as Giraffe! I take of running to the stage so I can correct the embarrasing prank that has been commited. "My name is not Giraffe! I am Weston Lotely, and I will be the victor of the 9th Quarter Quell," I yelled once I was standing beside Sierra.

Of course, I new that I would not be a victor; I would protect someone younger who hasn't had as much time to live as most of us.

District 7 Reapings-

Zara Vinland: I silently stood in the Square with my head held low. My knuckles were white because of my iron grip on my golden chain-necklace that hung loosely around my neck. I stole a glance at Kyler as District 7's escort stepped onto the stage and spoke in her funny, Capitol accent, "Good evening, District 7!" She opened her arms as if to embrace our district's entire population. "Are you all just as excited as me?" Everyone in the district was silent, and she seemed not to notice. "Well, let's get going, shall we?" She walked to the female reaping glass in tiny, perfectly timed steps. Her hand slid into the glass bowl and removed a single slip of paper. She opened it and without hesitation cried out into the croud, "Zara Vinland!" My body went rigid as I walked to take my place as tribute. I struggled to find Kyler in the croud and suddenly saw him with his head in his hands. Was he crying for me?

Kyler Homes:

District 8 Reapings-

Nikk Yardley:

Kenton Fuller: I am horrified. I can't believe it! The Peacekeepers start pushing me on stage, closer and closer to my certain death. I finally am beside the female tribute, and she looks vaguely familiar. "Our tributes from District 8, Nikk Yardley and Kenton Fuller!" We both go into the Justice Building, and she gives me a reassuring look. My life is going to end before it even begins, I think.

On the train I watch the other Reapings, and, then, District 11 comes on... She is beautiful, I think when Maizie Hawthorne goes onto the stage with her older brother.

District 9 Reapings-

Allianna Whittle:

Alex Donaque:

District 10 Reapings-

Serina Frostswords: I walked to the Square with my friends, Joann and Matt. It was Matt's last Reaping; lucky him. Because of this stupid day, I will waste a whole morning of foxhunting!

I slowly walked over to the stands, and they took some blood from me. It's always the same Peacekeepers who take the bloodsamples. I can see by the looks on their faces that they enjoy it. I hear somebody call Matt's name while we are getting our bloodsamples taken, and he doesn't reply. Some people think that Matt is weird because he doesen't talk. Well, If Matt is weird then the Peacekeepers are physcos; I've never heard them say a single word!

Anyway, I looked at Matt. We smiled, nodded, and then parted to our own age groups. "You guys are so weird!" Joann complained about me and Matt's unspoken communication. "lt's like you read each other thoughts!" Then, we walked to the area for fifteen year olds. Next, our weird escort came up on stage. We went through the same old routine. The only thing new and important each year is who is picked to be tribute.

The escort walked over to the ball of names. She took a slip up and read it. "SERINA FROSTSWORDS!" Most people are shocked when they get picked, but I just walked to the stage. Joann looked at me. I knew was thinking of volunteering for me. I shook my head sligthly. Then, the escort walked over the boys.

Matt Treaty: No! I refuse to believe that Serina was picked! Serina! Why? Why her? I looked at her. Her facial expression made it look like she could not care less about being a tribute. But I knew Serina. I can tell that she is already thinking about her cornucopia bloodbath strategy. Our escort walked over to the the ball with the boys names. She picked one and read out loud: "MATT TREATY.

District 11 Reapings-

Maizie Hawthorne: I woke up this morning in a panic, which is understandable considering that today is my first reaping. My older brother Aaron is trying to comfort me, " Don't worry, Maze you won't get picked you're only in there 1 time," he says to me in a cooing voice, the one that calms me. So we get ready and me, being only 62 pounds, have to pin my dress in several places. Off to the Center we go.

I wait in a line of all the other 12 year old girls. I am so nervous, something just feels wrong and I've learned to trust these feelings... "Hello, District 11! Well, here we go for our female tribute!" Plator, our escort fishes her hand around a little before pulling out one perfect square sheet of paper. "Our female tribute is... Maizie Hawthorne!" I am in shock! I slowly start to walk up to the stage adjusting my dress a bit. Everyone looks away in pain and horror as the polite, selfless, and tiny, twelve-year-old, Maizie Hawthorne, takes stage with a single tear running down her face.

Aaron Hawthorne: "No!" I scream as little Maizie, my little Maizie, makes her way to stage. "I volunteer!" I scream before the male tribute's name is even drawn. I'm running on stage; I realize what I've done, but I don't care. I will do anything, ANYTHING, to keep Maizie safe, and I will make sure she wins!

District 12 Reapings- David Goutis: I slowly make my way to the Square as I examine everything around me. I notice that almost all boys from the Seam look exactly like me. Once I reach the Square, I overhear some boys talking about how they musn't go into the Games because of their families! "Shut up," I snarl at them. They look at me with stunned expressions as if I had just hit them. "Not all of us have families!" I say with tears threatening to spill over my eyelashes. While I am trying to regather my emotions, an escort takes the stage. "Okay, everyone, let's get started! Today, we'll switch it up a bit and do boys first!" The bubbly escort shouts out the name, "David Goutis!" Me! I walk up to the stage and try not to cry. First my family and now me...I think.

Eileen Shade: I woke up when I heard a single bird sing. Mockingjays repeating other birds songs. From my camp I could see the sunrise on the horizon. I was alone in woods, sitting in my sleeping-bag and watching the sunrise. I wish I could stay in woods. The woods are my home now. I knew where game was, where all of berrybushes were, and where all of the lakes where located. This was one of the few days where I had to leave it. The day of the Reaping was one of the only days I left the woods. When I left my aunt's house, I brought a Reaping day dress with me. It would be suspicious if I showed up in my dirty, old forest clothes. I got dressed and walked througth the woods. I never understood why people would think this place was scary. These woods are fantastic! I crawled through a hole in the fence and walked to the square. They took my blood, and then I walked to the area for 18-year-olds. Our escort made her silly entrance, then, the movie was shown and she walked to the ball of girl tributes. She took one slip and read, "EILEEN SHADE!" It took me a second to understand that I would never see my woods again.

District 13 Reapings-

Fern Gallows: We make way to the underground Center for reaping, my third time and it's still as scary as my first. "Well lets begin with our female tribute!" The escort sways her wrist a little before sinking in and grabbing a slip with the tribute's name, "Lyric Gallows!" I close my eyes as my 16 year old sister makes her way on stage with her shiny bald head, from her earlier session of chemo therapy for her cancer. "No!" I say "I volunteer" My sister gives me a pained look that I guess can only mean I hope you don't die. I walk up and silently stand on stage.

Nicholas Greatuse: I watch with interest as Fern volunteers for her sister, "Oh well," I sigh. "Now the boys!" says the escort, "Frankie Rodrigues!" No, not a 12 year old! "I volunteer!" The words escape my mouth before I even have time to think it through. Frankie hugs me tightly and runs to his mother. I try to swagger to the stage but end up sulking. ''Well at least you won't have to worrry about grades anymore. ''I think to myself.