A/N: Greetings! This is a story set in an alternate Panem, where the rebellion failed, and the Games have reset themselves.

Now, some info: This story is actually a collaborative between several authors from a Hunger Games RP group. This is their story, edited to become one full story.

And first up, is the lovely District One, seen through the eyes of this year's female tribute, Diamante Adalina! :D

Diamante Adalina, District 1 Female Tribute

"Dia?" I heard my brother call from the door of my room. With a groan, I turned over and pulled my covers over my head.

"Leave me alone Nick..." I mumbled with a sigh. "Just five more minutes, please?"

"Dia...Today's the reaping," he reminded me. My eyes flashed open, though rather than meeting the green walls of the room I shared with my brother, they met my white cover. Pushing it off of my head, I sat up and stared at my brother for a moment.

"The...Reaping..." I echoed quietly, getting him to smirk and nod in response. "Today...?"

"Yeah, and you're going to miss it if you stay sitting there with your mouth wide open," he said with a roll of his eyes.

"Arugh," I muttered, plopping my head back down on my pillow. "I'm too tired, bro...Take my place?" He laughed and shook his head.

"Diamante, now you know I can't do that," he said softly. I heard his footsteps come toward my bed and he sat me up again before sitting by my side. I leaned my head against his shoulder and sighed.

"I know!" I said.

"And plus...I thought you were really excited for this year?" He asked. Oh right! I was volunteering this year if I wasn't reaped. I shoved the blankets off my legs and slipped onto the floor, my shimmering green nightgown going down to my knees. "I see you still are?"

"Hell yes, Nick!" I shot back at him with a grin. "I'm going to win this thing! And you know it!"

"I'm sure you will," he answered with a hint of irony in his voice...What? Didn't he trulythink I could win?

"You know, if you don't believe in me, then you don't believe in yourself since you were the one to teach me how to use a knife," I reminded him, going over to my closet.

"Nuh uh, Dia, I got what you're going to wear already! Go downstairs and eat something, I'll help you when you're done," he said as he jumped to my side, taking my hand. "And by the way, I have full faith in you, Dia." I shot him a happy smile and went on my tippy toes to kiss his cheek.

"Okay, thanks Nickie!" I chimed before turning toward the door of our room. I ate quickly and talked only briefly with my parents before rushing back upstairs where my brother was. It was already around seven and the reaping would commence in a couple of hours...I was nervous, though I didn't know why...I wanted to be reaped, so it wasn't fear that stirred me and my nerves up.

"Alright, Dia, I left your dress in the bathroom, go do what you have to do and I'll help you with that impossible hair of yours afterward," Nick told me with his soft smile. He seemed to be the only one in my family that knew how to handle my wildly curly hair. Sometimes I awoke with it in a controllable wavy flow and other days, like today, my curls decide to act up and go all over the place. According to Nick, it looked nice even without it being brushed and controlled, but I didn't like it...It felt weird on my head when the curls were just wild! Well, either way, the stylists would be able to deal with it since they've dealt with every sort of hair in their careers as stylists.

I took a quick shower, cleaning out my hair to the point my head ached with the amount of scrubbing I did. When I got out, I noticed the emerald green dress hanging on the back of the bathroom door. My eyes widened and I just stared at it for a moment, not even caring for the slight cold I felt on my bare skin around the towel wrapped around me.

My brother could work as a stylist for the Capitol if he let his actual designs be created. This dress was one of them, but it was probably one of the simplest ones. He had his own sewing machine in the basement of our home that he bought. One would think he was raised in District Eight with Capitolized parents and has the style of someone from District One, which is really where he was from.

The dress matched my dark emerald-green eyes and brought out my red hair even more. It wasn't anything too fancy because it was just a reaping, but if it were modified just a bit more, I think it could be used for an interview dress. The torso part of it had a black, silk layer with a dark green, flower-design lace that covered it until the waist where the knee-length skirt flowed down in a transparent fabric where the floral lace design continued.

Once I changed into it, I opened the door and smiled at my brother who was sitting on his bed, sketching. "Hey, Nick?" I called, snapping his attention over to me.

"Ohh, nice, Dia," he said as he put the sketch book down and walked up to me. "Twirl around for me, dear," he chimed, imitating Caesar's voice. I giggled and spun once for him, the skirt of the dress following the movement.

"Don't think it's too much?" I asked a bit sheepishly, turning back into the bathroom so he could do my hair. He took a brush and started to comb through my hair, thinning out the knots and left my moist hair gleaming and wavy. He pulled back my bangs to the side a little and pinned it back with a few other strips of my hair with a black butterfly hair clip.

"Not at all; you'll 'wow' the sponsors early," Nick told me as he turned me back around. "Ready?" He asked. I nodded confidently, my eyes shining. He led me out of the room and downstairs where I put on the black, bow-tipped flats my brother told me to wear.

I went into the next room over, which was the living room, to tell my mom that the reaping would begin in a few minutes, but all she did was glance over at me. Neither my mom or dad agreed with me volunteering if I wasn't reaped and they had already refused to support me in any way, shape, or form before. I doubt they'd do anything but nod and stare today. Sometimes I just hated them...Never even listened me out. Didn't they realize that if I won, it could mean everything to them!? Whatever, I didn't care.

"Alright, well, see you later," I said, turning abruptly and left the house, heading toward the Justice Building.

"Dia...'See you later'? Dad said-"

"I know what he said and I don't care," I replied curtly to Nick as he ran up to my side. He was twenty-four, too old for being part of the reaping, but he was the only one who supported me in anything I did. My parents would usually give me anything I wanted...besides their support.

"Diamante, calm down," he said, grabbing my wrist. I rolled my eyes and jerked my hand out of his.

"Nick, no. We've had this conversation before and I don't want to have it again. Leave it be or go back with them, okay?" I whipped back around and headed faster toward the long line to get printed. There were many super nicely dressed tributes there. At least those who could afford it were dressed similar to how I was, the others wore what they could to look nice.

"Next!" The lady taking the blood prints shouted. My attention turned back toward the line and I moved up, letting her prick my finger before sending me off with the cluster of girls my age waiting for the reaping to begin. Before long, every eligible tribute was in place and was anxiously staring up at the makeshift stage until the very lively escort came up.

I zoned out for most of it, not really needing yet another recap of what happened the last three years with the Rebellion and the Capitol's success. Of COURSE they would win, anyone with common sense could see that, yet those damned idiots that rebelled thought they had any chance at all against the Capitol and its inventions. Stupid...But oh well, nothing we can do but go along with it. And this year is going to be exceptionally exciting! The Games have started over this year...and imagine...being the first victor of the new Games! I don't know who wouldn't be excited for that...

"Ladies first?" The Capitol woman chimed, going toward the glass bowl. I glared intently at the many envelopes of names. My name was in there seven times, from all the years I've been to a reaping without tessarae. Maybe if I had taken tessarae I would've been reaped earlier...But I'm a lot more ready now than I was before!

"Diamante Adalina, please come up here, sweetie," she said. I grinned brightly, not hesitating a moment when she called my name. I bounded up the stage, ending up beside her in a matter of seconds. "Ohh, eager one aren't you? How old might you be, dear?"

I giggled lightly, locking my hands behind my back. I stepped up to the microphone and said, "I'm eighteen! And most certainly looking forward to this year's Games." The lady smiled at my answer and motioned for me to stand back a few feet so she could have a straight path to the boys' bowl.

"James Leone! Lucky boy! Come on up!" She said, looking toward the boys' section. A familiar looking kid with dark brown hair and seemingly black eyes started up toward the stage, a serious expression planted on his tan face. "How old might you be?"

"Seventeen," he answered simply, glancing my way. I nodded slightly to him, a small smile on my face in greeting. I've seen him around school before, though not the Careers' Training Center. Cute boy, though...Might be able to use him, but we'll see.

"Any volunteers?" The escort asked. I clenched my jaw at this answer, glaring into the crowd of girls. There was no way I was going to allow a volunteer this year...It was my Games and no one else's...

Thankfully, there was no one brave enough to step up from either side. I knew this year would probably be the most deadly because of the previous Rebellion...But all the more reason to strive for honor, I think!

"Well then! There you have it: our tributes for the First Annual Hunger Games!" She said, looking back at us. I figured, from watching past Games, that the cameras were strained on our faces. More or less ignoring the silence that came with the endless attention from the crowd before us and the Capitol, I let the escort lead us into the Justice Building for an hour with any visitors.

As I suspected, only Nick and a few friends of mine came to see me, but I didn't care. I'd prove them they were wrong not agree with this!
Before long, we were led out of the building and onto the train as the first tributes of the new Games.