Ok so… I know I should've updated one of my stories but I'm re-reading my hunger games series books and this just came to mind.

So basically; Catching Fire and Mockingjay never happened. Katniss married Peeta and fell in love with him in the process, Prim and one of Peeta's brothers went into the 75th Hunger Games; and Prim won and came home, and married Gale's little brother Rory. Madge also won the 76th Hunger Games, she won and came home to marry Gale. Then; Alexander Burromuerto of District 12 won the 79th Hunger Games. So know; all the victors of District 12 (minus Haymitch) have children.

Disclaimer: I don't own the Hunger Games series or Total Drama.

Main Couples: Aleheather, Dott, and Zoke.

Heather's POV

Reaping Day.

4:45 AM

I awoke to the sound of my cat, Bruiser, pawing at my head.

I groggily lifted my head, only to be greeted by a pair of blue eyes.

I don't scream, but I roll off my bed in shock.

"Ha-ha-ha! I got you sis!" My little sister says, laughing her head off.

"Opal Hawthorne! What are you doing?" I ask her.

"You told me to wake you up at 4:45." Opal said

"Are mom and dad up yet?" I ask.

She crawls closer to me.

"Momma's up but Poppa is still getting dressed.

"Good. What about Foxglove and Ragweed?" I ask.

"Foxglove is downstairs. Ragweed is still getting dressed." Opal said happily.

"C'mon… let's get dressed." I said.

"Carry me?" Opal asks, extending her arms toward me.

I sigh. I lift her up.

She's not heavy. In fact, for an eleven year old girl, she's very small.

"You're lucky you're cute." I say pushing a strand of her blonde hair out of her face.

Opal giggles.

I carry Opal to her room and order her to get dressed.

Then I head back to my room and change into my hunting clothes and pull my long, black hair back into a low ponytail.

"C'mon Heather, breakfast is ready!" Opal said sticking her head in my room.

I head downstairs to see my older sister and younger brother sitting at the table eating breakfast.

My sister was wearing her hunting clothes and her long blonde hair is pulled back into a single braid.

My brother was also wearing his hunting clothes and had his game bag slung over his shoulder.

His blonde hair glowed in morning light.

"Morning Feather." Foxglove said. Her blue eyes locked on me. Everyone calls me Feather because I move so quietly, no one can hear me.

"Opal scared me awake." I said

Opal just giggled.

"Today's the big day. Let's get our last hunt in." Foxglove said heading for the door.

"Let's get Rue, Thresh, and Maysilee." Ragweed says

My mother walks in. People said that she was once beautiful. One look at her and its obvious where my brother and sister get there looks from. I'm the only one that looks like I'm from the Seam. Thanks to my father.

"Say Hello to Your Aunt Katniss, Uncle Peeta, and Uncle Gale for me." She says

"We will." I say walking out the door.

I glance across the lawns of Victors Village. My home.

"C'mon Feather!" Ragweed shouts.

My Uncle Gale's house is right across the street from me.

"Hey cousins. I'm ready as I'll ever be." My cousins and by extension, my best friend, Maysilee whispers as she darts across her lawn. She looks like a younger version of Foxglove.

"Good to see you Maysilee." I say. She smiles and nods.

"Hey guys! We're ready." My cousins Rue and Thresh yell in unison.

Rue is taller than me. But only by a little. Her dark hair pulled back into a long braid, her blue eyes filled with pleasure.

My cousin Thresh towered over the rest of us by at least 3 feet. His blonde hair always looked un-combed and his silver eyes looked bored.

Thresh and Maysilee were the only people I could talk to, and trust. Besides Opal, of course.

"Let's go. " I say as we make our way silently make our way out of Victor's Village and District 12.

-Woods outside of District 12-

Once in the woods, we all split into our groups.

Rue goes fishing. Foxglove gathers roots. Ragweed gathers berries. Maysilee sets up snares. Thresh and I go hunting.

"Where is a something I can shoot?"I thought. My bow and Arrow in hand, ready to fire at any second.

Then, a deer walks by.

"Bingo "I think to myself as I prepare to shoot our next meal.

I'm about to shoot, when a twig breaks behind me.

"What are you doing Feather?" Thresh asks me.

The deer runs off before I can fire.

"Damn you Thresh! You Scared It Off!" I shout to him.

"What are you gonna do with a deer? Today of all days?" He asks me.

"I would've sold it to Greasy Sae or a Peace Keeper or something. I would've figured it out!" I shout to him.

"C'mon. I got a few ducks. Let's regroup." Thresh said, motioning for me to follow him.

I shrug as he leads us to our meeting spot.

While walking there, I whistle something my Aunt Katniss taught me.

The Mockingjays pick up my tune and soon, they all sing, or at least copy, the whistle.

There's a moment of silence.

Then the tune comes back.

We use that whistle to signal to each other that it's time to head back.

"We've got all sorts of roots and berries." Foxglove said showing me some plant roots.

"Strawberry?" Ragweed offers me.

I shrug and take one.

"Fish is done." Rue says walking up to us.

"I've got a rabbit." Maysilee says walking up to us.

"Let's head back. We've got to get ready for this day anyway." Rue says bitterly.

We all lower our heads because we know that for one of us, today might possibly be our last day in District 12.

-Center Square. 1 hour later.-

I, dressed in a blue dress my mother gave me, walk side by side with Maysilee and Thresh.

Today is reaping day. The day I dread most. But in the capitols eyes, this is a special reaping day. For the next Hunger Games is going to be the 100th Annual Hunger Games or the fourth Quarter Quell.

The special torture for this Quarter Quell is that a child of a past victor is to be reaped. We still get the luck of the draw. But 1 girl and 1 boy, the child of a past victor, is to be reaped.

They had a vote in the Capitol and decided that 2 tributes can live this year.

Like the odds will be in my favor.

"Heather?" My 12 year-old next door neighbor, Peony, ask me.

Her dark-brown hair pulled into a pony-tail, her green eyes look up at me. Her tan skin makes me think one of her ancestors must have runaway form another District.

Peony is Opals best friend. Even if there a year apart.

"Yes, Peony?" I ask

"Good Luck. And may the odds be ever in your favor." She says mocking the Capitols accent.

I giggle a bit.

"Likewise." I say in the same tone.

She is the youngest child of our last victor, Alexander Burromuerto.

I'm lead to a roped off section on stage. There are only two 16 year-olds.

Maysilee and Me.

"I'm scared." She whispers to me.

I nod. I turn to the boys.

Ragweed is the only 13 year-old so he stands by himself. Then I glance at my cousin Aries.

His black hair and silver eyes look at me with worry.

I mouth 'Good luck' to him.

He mouths back 'You too'

Then a girl who doesn't look a week older than me, with tan skin walks up onto the stage. Her long, curly purple hair bounces as she walks. Her lemon yellow top, sky blue skirt, and mint green high-heels make me want to barf.

"Welcome to the District 12 Reaping Day, I'm Sierra Twine!" Sierra introduces herself. She doesn't have the Capitol accent. Weird.

After a long boring speal about The Dark Days, how the Hunger Games came to be, and introduction of past victors, and Opal because she has to be on stage;

"Now who will be our tributes from District 12? Ladies first." Sierra says. Digging into a bowl of 5 slips of paper.

I and Maysilee clutch each other. I have never been more nervous in my life. At usual Hunger Games reaping, the odds are always in my favor. But know, with only 5 optional tributes, I have a 1 out of 5 chance of getting picked.

As Sierra Twine pulls out a slip of paper, Maysilee hugs me tighter and I hug her as tight, Sierra unfolds the paper and reads the name.

"Heather Hawthorne." Sierra says clearly into the microphone.