Jarus Palmer's P.O.V.

I stand steadily in my section, eagerly waiting for Brianna Bronze, the district escort, to come out.

I am going to volunteer. It just seems like the right thing to do, even though the Capitol is probably getting bored of volunteers this year. My friend, Iona, volunteered for the Games earlier this year. I don't understand why she would do such a thing, especially when she has so many good friends here. I'm volunteering because she is the only friend I ever had and I need to ask her why she left us. Hopefully, her time in the first arena hasn't changed her. I mean, of all the surviving tributes so far this year, she's made the most kills. I always knew she was tough, but I didn't think she could ever bring herself to kill.

"Hello, District Eleven! Did you miss me? It's alright, this is the last time you'll be seeing me this year unfortunately," Brianna says, "Let's get this party on the road."

She leans over to the bowl and picks two cards.

"The first name is...Jerri Jo-"

"I VOLUNTEER!" I shout.

Brianna raises her eyebrows as I walk to the stage, "Wow! Another volunteer for District Eleven this year! I'm loving this. I hope to see more volunteers next year!"

I smile, "I'm Jarus Palmer, eighteen."

"Thank you. Our next tribute is...Luke Wiley!"

Luke approaches the stage calmly. When he reaches the stage, he announces his age to be sixteen, then he turns to me and hold out his hand. I accept it, and we shake.

"Happy Hunger Games, District Eleven, and may the odds be ever in your favor!"

District Twelve's Reaping

Jason Wolfe's P.O.V.

I can feel everyone around me grow tense when Alyssa Arnold bounces joyfully onto the stage.

"Ah! Hello again. I'm sure a lot of you are so happy that there were two Reapings this year, which means that you get to see your beloved escort twice. What a bonus!" Alyssa exclaims, receiving some annoyed sighs from the crowd and some mumbling.

"Alright then, since you all seem so excited, I'll get started," she announces, stepping over to the glass bowl.

After she picks a card, she returns to the middle of the stage.

"Arther-"

"I VOLUNTEER!" someone shouts from one of the middle sections. Interesting. The Capitol must be loving all of these volunteers this year.

"I'm Dean Willow, fifteen."

"You wouldn't happen to be related to Kaya Willow, would you?" Alyssa asks.

"Yeah, she's my younger sister," Dean replies.

"So many siblings in the Games this year!" Alyssa comments as she draws out one last card.

"It looks like the last tribute to be reaped for this year's Games, and the fifth Quarter Quell, is none other than...Jason Wolfe!"

I blink several times, trying to understand if what she said was really true. I can feel my knees shaking as I make my way to the stage.

"Jason Wolfe, fourteen," I say quietly.

"And that concludes the Reapings of District Twelve, and for this year! Congratulations to all the tributes taking part in the Games, and good luck! Happy Hunger Games, and may the odds be ever in your favor!"

I shake Dean's hand before we slowly walk into the Justice Building.