A/N: Hi! My friend, Caryssa and I decided to write a story about Mags, since there aren't too many stories about her Hunger Games and she is really awesome :) We're still trying to come up with a good title, so if you have any ideas, let us know in a review or send us a PM. Here is Mags' story. :)

Kristine ;-)

Disclaimer: We do not own The Hunger Games or anything you recognize.

District 4

8:00 am

Mags' POV

"Mags! Wake up!" I wake up to my father yelling. "You need to start training! Do you realize that you could be reaped this year? Is this a joke to you?" he roars. Dad often goes off on rants like this for no reason. Mum always says that winning The Hunger Games was stressful for him and that he only wants what's best for us.

I crawl out of bed, throw on a white tank-top and grey sweatpants, and head down the hall to the training room. My father glares at me with his hawklike gaze when I open the door. "Did you eat first?" When I shake my head, he screams, "How do you expect to train on an empty stomach?" I sigh and head to the kitchen to get something to eat.

I pass by my nineteen year old brother, Kai's room on my way downstairs. He's leaning over his desk writing something, probably one of his poems that will never see the light of day. "Hey Kai!" I say brightly. He visibly relaxes. "Oh, it's just you." Dad would throw a fit if he ever found out that his tough, brutal, Victor son writes poetry. "Can I read it?" I ask. He shrugs and hands me the poem. "Wow Kai, this is amazing. Is it about your games?" I ask, when I finish reading it. He nods. "Breakfast is ready!" Mum calls. I run downstairs to the kitchen. My meal consists of spaghetti, some meat, and a glass of milk.

As soon as I finish eating, I head back upstairs to the training room. I practise throwing tridents at targets and, of course, my specialty, making fish hooks and nets. "Not bad." Dad says, almost looking impressed. Then, he looks at his watch. "You better get ready for the reaping. It's in fifteen minutes. And tell Pearl to wear something nice. If she goes to the reaping in her pyjamas again, people are going to think she's a rebel!" I nod and go to my room to pick my reaping outfit. I choose a pale pink dress and white flats and walk to Pearl's room. My twelve year old sister sits at her work table, working on some kind of cool gadget. "Hey Pearl!" "Hi Mags!" she says. "Dad says you have to wear something nice to the reaping. He's afraid you'll look like a rebel." "Well, maybe I am a rebel." she retorts. "I'll pick out an outfit for you." I say quickly, glancing up at the ceiling, knowing that the room could be bugged. I pick out an emerald dress, which matches her eyes, then I head downstairs to go to the reaping.

A/N: Caryssa will be writing the next chapter, the reaping. :)