Hello... I'm writing 3 different characters, in completly different games and after the first 3 chapters and the 3 tributes are finished being introduced,you guys get to vote on which character you want me to continue writing about! Not a SYOT but sort of... because I come up with the characters (and I'm a little fuzzy on the rules)

Disclaimer: I don't own the Hunger Games

Here is tribute #!: Krysten Branch

I blinked hard to hold back the tears. I wanted to cry. I wanted to run and hide somewhere. I wanted to believe that everything was okay. Yeah, I wanted a lot of things... but it doesn't seem like I ever get what I want. Just yesterday I was okay, I had no idea what tomorrow would bring, certainly not this.

"It's okay," I say to my little brother, Caleb, he's only 6, and doesn't want me to go. My mom is sitting next to me, she's a complete mess... while my older sister Katia is freaking out. She's not the brightest bulb in the pack, and obviously staying strong for someone else has never crossed her mind.

I shake my mom. "You will be okay" I say calmly trying to wake her from her stupor she entered right after they called my name. She looks at me funny.

"But, you won't... I spend my life teaching you and trying to protect you, but nothing I do is ever right." And she burst into tears again.

"I will be okay," I'm lying, I'm as good as dead "You need to calm down." I say soothingly. I look at the clock and notice that I have 5 minutes left with my family and I need to say my final words.

"Mom, shut up" I scowl, I know I'm being rude but I have to get points across. "You better make sure that Caleb gets to school on time... his teacher hates him, make sure that Katia doesn't do anything completely stupid, and you have to keep yourself together no matter how terrible I die" Now that I've said the word I realize, full force, that I'm not going to ever go home to district 10 and sleep in my bed again, or see my best friends, or even that crazy guy at the corner.

"You can't..." She starts.

"Just think of it this way, if I win we have enough food to last a lifetime, if I die then you have one less mouth to feed." It's painfully true... we're always on the verge of starvation. With me working two small jobs and Mom going to the ranch... we barely ever have enough food for all 4 of us.

"I love you all" I hug them and with that the peacekeepers escort them out of the room.

I can still see Cissy Vonns pulling the little slip of paper out of the plastic ball. The crowd holding its breath. And finally my name being called. I hear sighes of relief around me in the 15-year-old section. I couldn't believe it. Who ever thinks that this will be the time your name gets drawn... no-one does. I wonder what I did wrong in my life to deserve this. The door swinging open brings me back.

My best friend May walks in. She looks like she just got hit by a bus, with the expression on her face. After a few moments of silence she starts talking.

"Just don't do something stupid, If you're gonna go in there, you better win." I smile as she says it. "Get your hands on some knives... since you've been working with the butcher since you were like 5, I'd say that is your best bet." It true I've been working with old Sammie and I know how to slice and dice, but the thought of killing another person is just painful. "Find something to eat... and for crying out loud you better find some water."

"Just make sure Caleb doesn't watch it... he's already emotionally scarred" I say.

"I just can't believe that it was you, It's just... you never think that It'll be you" She starts and looks like she'll cry.

"Whatever happens in there we're still best friends... until the very end" She smiles and we hug. May is escorted out by the peacekeepers. It's time for me to go... But before I leave I have to ask the peacekeeper one question, I'm probably going to get in trouble for it, but who cares.

"Is it hard?" I ask.

"Is what hard?" the peacekeeper answers.

"Watching year after year of kids having to say good-bye to their families for the last time, knowing that they're going to die." I respond.

"Sometimes." She answers and I'm escorted to the boarding station.

Please cast votes whenever but I'd wait until all 3 tributes are up! Also all suggestions are welcome

-nelly1coco