The Rebellion was crushed the moment Katniss pulled that arrow on our new president. As the body fell, so did the flames. Forever. Seneca's son, Prinner, has taken over. So, withour further-a-do, ladies and gentlemen of the Capitol, welcome to the 76th Hunger Games, promised to be the most spontaneous, crazy, unpredictable games yet! And guess what, as a little treat for all of you! It's back to voting for District 12.

I woke up with a start. It was reaping, if you could call it that now. I knew I was going into the arena, dying at sixteen. I was snarky and strong, the best hope District 12 has for a new Victor. My name is Lily Denim, my dad was from some other district. That's where I got the glossy black hair and pale skin. Although I had my mom's soft features, strong build, and grey eyes.

"Lily dear, it's time-" I cut my mom off.

"To go to my death? Just promise me you'll keep the family going mom." I said, looking into her eyes. It wasn't much of a secret I kept the family going.

"I-I will." She stuttered out.

I walked gracefully into the dining room where my littler sister, Rose, who was only five smiled at me.

"Hi Lily! Mom sayswe going out! We gonna have fun!" She clapped her hands. She was so innocent.

"Sorry honey, I don't know if I can come. Two people from our District have to go somewhere that's not very fun." I said.

"Can I go too?" She asked, smiling at me.

"No. Big kids only." I said.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~Reaping~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Allright, ladies first! Rose Denim has been selected for this years Hunger Games!" Effie said. She was lacking in the cheery department but at that moment I didn't care.

"No! She's only five!" I heard my mom call out.

"Which is why she's not! I voulenteer as tribute!" I yelled before I could stop myself.

"But Lil! You said-" Rose said, eyes wide.

"That you weren't going." I said walking to the stage. I saw Katniss clutching Peeta and Haymitch.

"Wh-who are you d-dear?"

"Lily Denim." I said.

"W-was that your sister than?"

I nodded, "And I am ahamed that District Twelve was willing to send a five year old to her death when her older sister is more than willing to go."

"She's only five?"

"Yes."

"But you have to be at least twelve!"

"Must've been rigged." I said. Boom. Signed my death certificate.

"N-now for the b-boys! Warren Mine!"

No. Anyone but him. Please. Not my boyfriend of six years. My eyes widened as he walked up to the stage. No voulenteers stepped forward. Either this district-or the Capitol, is purposely trying to ruin me.

Seems as good a place to stop as any I say. So, whatcha think 'bout our little Lily? And try and guess why I named her little sister why I did. Review. Winner will get a special shout out in my next chapter!

Peace, Love, and Marshmellows(4 they r happiness)

-sem97