Hoi Hoi Hoi, NaynToDaMax here, and welcome to a new story! Well, a series of one-shots at least. These are stories about the tributes that I have submitted to SYOTs. I write one every time one dies. You know a lot of that is happening. CONTENT WARNING: Someone gets injured in the story.

Name: Lilei Sparks (pronounced Lie-lay) aka Seimah

Gender: Female

Age: 15

District: 5

Appearance: long brown hair with green and yellow highlights, not too fat or skinny, on the tall side, slightly tanned skin. Bluish-brownish eyes.

At the time of this story, Lilei is ten years old.

"Have a good day at school, honey." My mom said, kissing me on the forehead. I sighed and gripped the strips on my backpack. Like that was ever going to happen. Hi. I'm Lilei. I don't have any friends at school. They all call me weird. It really doesn't matter. I met my older brother Aren at the door.

"Yo Lilei. Ready for a good day at school?" He asked, slapping me gently on the back. I shrugged and didn't say anything. Aren sighed.

"Look, Lilei. If there's a problem at school, tell us, okay? We'll step in to fix it." Aren said gently to me. I shrugged again.

"It's not like it matters anyway. Everyone thinks I'm weird." I answer him. Aren grimaces and grabs my hand.

"If anything goes wrong, I'll come and beat up those kids, okay?" Aren said playfully. I smiled for the first time in a week. A new record.

"Alright bro. Just don't get yourself in trouble. You are five years older than me, okay? I don't want you in trouble." I said to him. Aren smiled and walked out the door, pulling me along with him.

The bell rang for recess. I got out of my seat and walked out of the classroom, shoved by the mass of kids trying to run outside and carry a basketball at the same time. I looked around and walked towards a bench at the edge of the playground, where I always sat. I had a book with me, so I wasn't bored.

"So weird. Can she even move?" I heard a boy say. I peeked over the top of my book to see two boys, playing catch. They were both eyeing me. I employed the "death stare" that I had learned from Aren, catching the two boys off guard. They scurried off to another part of the playground.

I smiled to myself. It was always fun to do that. I was used to the whispers. It wasn't surprising. What was surprising was that people always found a way to distrust someone. I didn't need friends. I had my books and my brother. That was enough.

"Hey! You!" I heard from behind me. I turned around to see a group of boys with their arms crossed, staring at me. I was walking towards the rendezvous point where my brother and I always met to walk home.

"Yeah?" I asked, gripping the straps of my backpack tighter.

"Is that whole statue thing an act? Or do you just think that you're too good to talk to any of us?" one of the guys growled. Ah, now I recognized them. They were the bullies of the high school. I always steered clear of them. Looks like that wasn't going to be an option here.

"What do you mean an act? I don't need any friends is all." I retorted, turning around to continue on my way, but I stopped short when I saw two other guys blocking my path.

"Uh uh, Liar," he said, using the name so many kids called me, "We've gotta teach you a lesson for being all high and mighty!" The boys circled around me. This wasn't good.

"LEAVE MY SISTER ALONE!" I heard Aren yell. I whirled around to see him tackle one of the boys to the ground and swing his fist around to knock another one away.

"Lilei! RUN!" He cried, roundhouse kicking another boy. Good thing my bro does martial arts in his spare time.

I rushed off and did a hard left onto the street, hearing the sounds of the fight behind me.

"Oh, Lilei, you're home. Where's Aren?" my mother asked and I ran into the house. I placed my hand on my knees and caught my breath before answering:

"I was jumped by these bullies. Aren fought them so that I could get away." I managed to gasp out. I heard my mother gasp.

"I told him not to get into trouble. Where is he?" she asked, her voice shrill and panicky. I shrugged, but I was worried about him too. Suddenly, the door burst open behind me.

"Aren!" I cried. Aren's head was bleeding, and he was holding his shoulder to stop the bleeding there. He promptly collapsed onto the floor.

"Aren! Mom! I'll call dad and get the first aid kit! You get him to his room!" I cried, running off. As I dialed in the number to the power plant, where dad worked, I couldn't help thinking that Aren was injured because of me. If I had stayed to fight, maybe he wouldn't be so badly hurt.

"Dad?" I said into the phone. I heard the zap of a generator in the background.

"Lilei? What is it honey?" I heard dad say. I opened the medicine cabinet and took out the first-aid kit.

"It's Aren! He's hurt!" I heard a gasp on the other end of the line.

"I'll be right home, honey." he said, and hung up. I put the phone down and rushed up to Aren's room. I opened the door to see Aren sitting on the bed with mom pressing a paper towel on his arm.

"Oh, there you are, honey. Put the kit over there and hand me the antiseptic." I obeyed, and mom dipped a cotton ball in the solution. Aren winced as she dabbed the antiseptic on the cut on his arm.

"So what happened, you two?" mom asked as she swabbed his forehead with the antiseptic. Aren shot me a swift look. Probably to check if I was alright.

"Lilei got jumped by these people from my school. I fought them so she could get away. Then one of the guys pulled a knife." Aren said. I gasped. I had no idea that one of them had a knife.

"I had to run, but there were these other guys who wouldn't let me. Then this little girl, who I think was the boss's little sister, comes across and yells 'What are you doing!?' and the guys got distracted long enough for me to get away." he finished, slumping back against his pillows as if telling the story had exhausted him.

I was shocked, and obeyed automatically when my mom asked me to pass her the bandages. I can't believe that my bro took on four guys at once and managed to get away. Even more so that he had been saved by a little girl. Did she go to my school? I had to thank her.

"Aren!" dad cried as her burst into the bedroom. Aren rolled his eyes.

"I'm fine dad, really."

The next day, Aren wasn't well enough to walk to school with me, so dad walked me instead.

"I'll come home early to pick you up right outside the gates, okay Lilei?" he asked me as we reached the school gates.

"Yeah, I'll be fine." I answered. Dad gave me a kiss on the forehead, and I walked into the school yard, hoping to find a quiet place to read.

"Hey, are you okay?" I heard someone say. I looked up to see a girl, about my age, looking at me. She had dark brown hair which fell down to her shoulders.

"Huh? Yeah. Why?" I asked.

"Okay, let me rephrase that. Is your brother okay?" she asked again. My eyes widened. How did she know about Aren?

"I was there the day he got attacked. I'm Barry's little sister," she began, "Kayla." I raised my eyebrows. This girl was saying that she knew the person who attacked us?

"You're that jerk's little sister?" I asked, skeptical. She nodded, looking ashamed.

"I'm sorry for Barry's behavior. One of the other people in the gang had a little brother who was talking trash about you," she said, "and the guys decided to come after you." Just then, the bell rang.

"We'll talk during recess." Kayla said, rushing off.

"Here, it's for your brother." Kayla said, handing me a box. I was confused, feeling its warmth.

"It's a hot meal. I thought he might like it." Kayla said, smiling. I looked at her, surprised. No one was ever nice to me.

"Um, thanks." I said. Kayla smiled at me.

"No problem. Consider it an apology for my bro." Kayla said. I smiled for the first time in weeks.

"Hey Lilei. I'm feeling better." Aren said when I got home. I smiled and placed the gift from Kayla on his table.

"Hey, what's that?" he asked. I smiled.

"A gift from a new friend."