Tehe, meh new story. After The Last Mockingjay ended, I decided while I figure out if I should write a sequel or not, I'd write a whole new fanfiction. So, here goes. Hope you enjoy! :D It's in the POV of Kayta Evry, a charecter modeled after myself. c: Thankies! Also, I know the original 25th Hunger Games was where the residents chose the tribute, but I decided to change it. ;p I know Kayta is twelve, and wearing makeup, but eh. Also, the tributes are this (females and then males):

District 1: Diamond and Hawk

District 2: Tetra and Thorne

District 3: Tianne and Pegger

District 4: Kayta and River

District 5: Tillie and Riche

District 6: Lia and Scrap

District 7: Flutter and Huff

District 8: Gemma and Wolf

District 9: Trixie and Matri

District 10: Paint and Dale

District 11: Jade and Rally

District 12: Fawn and Benlin

My eyes fluttered open slowly and I saw that I'm on the ground, the blankets all wrapped around me. I stand up, and the sheets made a sort of dress. I sighed and flopped down on the bed.

"Eh..."

I really didn't want to get up. But then I recalled...

Today is reaping day.

I stood up and walked across the hallway and to the bathroom, moaning the whole way. I brushed my teeth, and my big sister comes in after a minute when I'm done, wearing a pale blue nightgown similar to mine.

Pearl stared at my attire. "Wooooooowwww."

I glared at her. "What are you looking at? I fell off the bed, and they liked me so much, they followed."

She rolled her pale green eyes. She was thirteen, and I was twelve, which was only a year difference. "That's just sad, Kayta."

"Totally."

Pearl laughed, her unruly blonde curls bouncing. I smiled at her, and then brushed out my own pale brown hair. My own hair was flat, and my eyes were bright blue. I took after my father, and she took after our mother.

After she brushed her teeth, Pearl left and came back with a beautiful black and white dress with light green sequins.

"Aw!" I said, admiring it.

She smiled and did a little twirl.

"Adorable!"

"Let's see yours," Pearl said.

I nodded and went into my room. Dressing quickly into my own dress, which was black and purple with white rhinestones, I looked at my room. I sure hoped this wouldn't be the last time I'd see it. Glancing at my window for the last time, and the beautiful view past it of the ocean, I left and returned to the bathroom.

"Ooh! Twirl!"

I did as she asked, and her eyes brightened up. "I love it, Kayta! We both looked beautiful!"

I pulled her close and we looked into the full-lengthed mirror. We looked like beautiful young ladies.

A tear came to my eye. "Dad would be pround."

Pearl nodded, and lowered her head.

Dad had died four years ago in a boating accident. It wasn't really known how; all we know was he'd gone out fishing one day and hadn't returned.

We went back into the bathroom. We had both brushed our teeth and styled our hair in curls. I applied makeup to myself, and she did, too. She slipped on her black heels, and I put on my black flats.

We headed downstairs, gripping our purse and lipstick, which we planned to put on after our meal.

When Mother, who was cooking in the kitchen, saw us, she put a hand over her heart, and then ushered us over. She hugged us, and then told us to take a seat.

My brother, clothed in a nice white shirt, black jacket, and black pants and dress shoes, came in soon, as well. Bass was strong, tall, and competent at seventeen years old. He was the main supporter of the family, fishing nearly everyday for six hours a day. He had my light brunette hair, and my blue eyes, and we were both taller than average, but that was where the similarities ended. Bass was buff, and I was as thin as a twig. Bass was tan, and I was as white as paper with light freckles. Bass was probably able to survive the Games, and I wasn't in the slightest.

We ate in silence, though we really had nothing to fear; someone was bound to volunteer for us, if we got picked. But we were pretty well off. We had no need for tesserae. I was entered once, Pearl twice, and Bass six times. Not too many times.

Fish, again. Yum. Note the sarcasim.

When we were finished, Pearl and I put on our lipstick and then we all got in our large red SUV. Cars- one of the few things to remain from post-Panem days- were few here in District 4, but we owned two; a truck for Bass' job, and the SUV for us to just travel around.

We arrive soon. Pearl squeezed my arm and pushed forward, and I turned to find them all smiling at me.

"I'll see you soon. I love you!" She kissed me on the head once.

Then my family smiled at me, wished me good luck, and then walked off.

Silently, I signed in, and I looked around, facinated as they pricked my finger.

Then, I found my way to the twelve-year-old section- the only section.

I stood there awkwardly shuffling my feet. My best friend, Atlanta, named after the old Atlantic Ocean, soon joined me.

"Hi, Kayta," she greeted me.

"Hey, Atlanta."

"Are you going to volunteer?"

"No! Only if I have to."

Atlanta nodded and stared at our stage. It was a soft white color, with blue bows and ribbons adorning it. It had one staircase leading up to it, and behind the stage was the Hall of Justice. A Capitol banner hung above the doors, as well. Five Peacemakers stood spread out around the stage. A large screen stood, as well, beside the stage, with similar decorations. It was currently showing the Capital's seal. On the stage, there were four chairs.

Our two mentors, Finnick Ordair and Indiana Roscoe, sat silently. Our bubbly, pink haired escot, Romella Destone, was running around talking to everyone she could. District 4's mayor, Mayor Contogo, sat pursing his lips, beefy arms crossed over his thin but muscular chest.

Atlanta looked at me again, her sea blue eyes intent against her pale face, smeared with soft makeup. Her short blonde hair framed the heart shape of her head, adding a nice finishing touch. She looked worried.

"Don't die," she said. "If you do volunteer."

I nodded. "I won't. You've seen me with my knives."

She nodded. Throwing knives weren't really that popular here in District 4, so when I'd begun training at the age of eight, with a desire to be different, I'd taken them up and been a natural.

While Bass could handle nets and a trident with ease and Pearl was a whiz with her bow, I was the expert when it came to my precious throwing knives.

"Alright. I trust you. I know you can make it out of there. And not in a box. Alive and well."

I nodded and hugged her. "Yep. You're a good friend, Atlanta."

"Yes, I am."

We both laughed and looked up at the stage. It was beginning.

On the screen, President Hayson, with his shaggy, ill-kept, blonde hair and harsh grey eyes, appeared. It was rumored he was from the slum District 12. The choosing of the Quarter Quell was shown again, and then he lead us in the anthem in a monotone voice.

Then, when we'd finished, the screen went black, and Romella stood from her chair and introduced the Mayor. He began the speech of why The Hunger Games was created.

When he'd finally finished, Romella stood and began talking herself.

Atlanta and I snickered at her outfit. Even though it was fairly normal, by her standards. It was a straight black dress, with white puffy sleeves. Romella, of course, was dyed a light purple, and her hair was a big pink afro. She had odd makeup, and seemingly seven-inch-high heels that matched her outfit. She actually almost looked pretty.

"Hello, folks!" Romella called out loudly.

Everyone cheerily responded back.

With a ear to ear grin, she said, "Are you ready to see which lucky little girl will gets the honor of participating in the Quarter Quell?"

Everyone yelled, "Yes!"

Romella smiled again and put her hand in the girl's very empty glass ball. She fished around before drawing a name. She unfolded it, and read, "Atlanta Jenkings!"
Atlanta stood shock still. We both knew she had never trained in her life; she'd been living illegally in an empty home in the poorer parts of town, with her mother, father, and seven-year-old sister. She was one of the very few people signed for tesserae, and had several strips in the bowl, while I only had one.

So, before someone else could, I called out. "I volunteer! I volunteer as tribute!"

Volunteers were common here in District 4, but still everyone turned to look at me.

I slowly made my way to the stage. Atlanta grabbed my arm to try to stop me, but I ignore her and brush off her weak grip smoothly.

Romella reached down and helped me jump onto the stage, though I really didn't need much help.

I leaped on the stage.

"What's your name?" Romella asked.

"Kayta Evry."

"Nice to meet you, Ms. Evry."

Charmingly, I smiled and said, "Please. Call me Kayta."

She smiled. "Nice to meet you, Kayta, then."

Then she made her way over to the boy's bowl. This time, she shuffled the slips with her hands and then lifted her hands up again, to go in and take one. But one slip clinged to her gloves, and dropped to the ground.

"This must be a lucky one!" Romella called, bending down to retrieve it. She stood straight again and opened the slip. "River Domane."

No volunteers this time. A boy came to the front. He had dirty blonde hair and laughing brown eyes, with a ratty face. However, he was still extremely attractive. When he came to the stage, he looked me in the eyes and grinned a lopsided smile. I smiled back.

We shook hands, and the crowd cheered.

Romella lifted our arms in the air, and said, "District 4; I present to you your tributes! River and Kayta!"