Hey guys! The FINAL tribute list is below this other preview of mine (to keep from getting reported). :)

Violet Hamillton

Once inside the little pizzeria, we quickly take our usual seats. Coming here was practically a sacred ritual for us; every Monday was pizza day, and there was no better place to get pizza than Quevo's. We don't even have to order; the staff here knows our regular by heart we come so often. So we sit and wait. Cat is once again flinging out possible conversation subjects, seeing if any stick. She's definitely not a girl who enjoys silence.

Somehow, we come to discuss the new boy in school; Kesar, I think. Cat goes on and on about how hot his tattoos are and how well they contrast with his bronze skin. In any case, he has definitely made her hot list, which also meant he was on her hit list. Any 'hot' guy within a few miles is fair game to her, regardless of their dating status. Faythe and I occasionally throw in our thoughts or opinions, but they're almost completely unnecessary. Cat is one of those people that can go on- just talking, not even including them in the conversation- for hours as long is someone is there to listen. They don't have to give a response or feedback; just listen.

When our pizza comes, I laugh, as I always do, at Faythe's vegetarian version of pizza. This sauce is some sort of organic crap, and the cheese is fake. On top, instead of a lovely selection of meat, was spinach and black olives. The mere thought of how it would taste causes me to gag, and Faythe shoots me a glare while Cat laughs. "Laugh all you want now, but vegetarians live longer. When your both fifty and suffering from high cholesterol and heart problems, I'll be healthy and fit as a fiddle." She says, but that just causes Cat to laugh even harder, and even I cannot suppress a giggle.

"I've always been more of a 'in the moment' kind of person myself." Cat says as she smugly takes a giant chomp out of her meat lover's pizza; this time Faythe makes the face of disgust. "I'm in agreement with Cat this time. Meat = good; veggies = bad." I say before taking a slightly smaller bite out of the same pizza. She rolls her eyes at us before nibbling at her own pizza.

"See, it's so bad you don't even take a regular sized bite out of it!" Cat says, and I do a spit-tank with my soda because of laughter, and it hits Cat dead-on. "Oh Vi! This was a new shirt! And my hair's sticky now!" She whines, and I see that Faythe has a case of the 'I-must-not-laugh' snickers. "Sorry Cat." I say while standing up. Cat quickly makes her way to the bathroom, and I follow in pursuit.

She whines more and more about her 'ruined' clothes, and I offer to get her new ones. It honestly isn't that big of a deal, but this seems to make Cat happier. We do our best to remove as much soda off of her as possible, but practically have to wash the tips of her hair.

We're just about done when I hear the door open. Expecting to find Faythe, we both turn our heads in that direction. But instead comes in Heiress Simpson, a girl from school. All of us, particularly Cat, hated her because of her 'better than you' attitude and ditzy tendencies. Of course, she had a reason for her snotty attitude; her father was a gamemaker, about two under the head gamemaker. Heiress got to know everything before anyone else, and she flaunted her 'knowledge' to no end.

"Oh, hey girls." She says with a fake smile. I give one back, as does Cat, but her's is more of a crossover between a smirk and sarcastic smile. I elbow her stomach quickly; the last thing we need is one of the populars hating our guts. I do not want to spend my senior year hiding out in closets and bathrooms.

She yelps slightly, and sends me a glare, but I ignore it and turn back to Heiress.

"Hi." I say with a small wave. Her devil red lips part and a flash of her vampire-like teeth appears to us. "What happened here?" she asks with fake sympathy, starring at Cat's stained shirt. "Violet spilled her soda on me." Cat says with a shrug, though I can see anger hidden in her eyes.

"What a pity," Heiress says while smiling at me, "it was probably for the best. I mean, now you have a reason to exchange your last season clothes." I have to grab Cat's curled fist and hold it behind her back to keep her from attacking. I cannot, however, control the mean glare on her face. Heiress, however, just laughs it off.

"Retract the claws, kitty, or you might loose a whisker." Once again, she flashes her pearly white fangs at us, and clicks her teeth. Cat growls in response, and I feel helpless. "You're not the only one with sharp teeth." She growls, and I can see blood slowly falling from her palm. She's squeezing her fists too tight. Heiress sees this as well.

"Yes. But mine are designed to take a nice little chunk out of your pretty little neck."

If I haven't been forward in saying this, let me do so now; Heiress is a vampire. Not literally, but she's one of those girls who have seen Midnight one too many times, and it got to her head. The next day her skin is bleached and crystallized white, her teeth are morphed into fangs, she's wearing blood red contacts, and her hair is a matching color. She can be a fairly terrifying sight actually. My little brothers are terrified to go anywhere near her.

"Bite me and I'll shred your face to pieces. I hope vamps don't need their eyes to see." Cat hisses, and I deliberately step inbetween the two girls to keep a cat-fight from happening… no pun intended. "Silly girl. Vampires don't need their eyesight. We're like bats. We live in the dark." She says the last part as if it's some sort of inside joke, but neither Cat nor I pause to interpret it's meaning. We're out of the bathroom faster than two District kids caught stealing a loaf of bread.

"Where's the Holy Water when you need it." Cat growls when she slides down into her seat next to Faythe. No words are exchanged; Faythe knows what happened. Heiress: the devil's mistress.

Ah, Midnight *snickers*.


District One - Luxury Items for Capitol:
Male: Rhyno Kazarian- 18
Female: Mystic Spark- 18

District Two - Stone Quarries & Peacekeeper Training:
Male: Armor Valentino- 18
Female: Sicily Vega- 18

District Three - Electronics & Technology:
Male: Riden Snowe- 18
Female: Olivia Harmon- 13

District Four - Aquaculture & Fishing:
Male: Clayton "Clay" Shipping- 14
Female: Evangeline Lhome- 16

District Five - Rubber & Plastics:
Male: Roland James- 18
Female: Delia Bensi- 16

District Six - Electricity & Glass Blowing:
Male: Naller Versteeg- 16
Female: Tzeitel Scarborough- 16

District Seven - Lumber & Paper:
Male: Jayse Namberin- 12 *mine* (bloodbath)
Female: Briar Norwood- 16

District Eight - Textiles & Clothing:
Male: Tobias Criss- 17
Female: January "Ary" Lilton- 18

District Nine - Medicine:
Male: Kendall Brant- 18
Female: Raya Carmichael- 14 *mine* (bloodbath)

District Ten - Livestock & Herding:
Male: Leiter Crane- 18
Female: Barley Dawson- 16

District Eleven - Agriculture:
Male: Alpin Rosse- 15
Female: Alexa Thorn- 15

District Twelve - Coal Mining:
Male: Asaph Lore- 18
Female: Neko Reoko- 14

And we're full. The two open tribute spots I decided to fill with bloodbaths, making my job that much easier :) This is going to be the breakdown of chapters:

Reapings/Goodbyes - Districts 1 & 12
Train Rides - Districts 2 & 11
Chariot Prep/Chariots - Districts 3 & 10
Training Day One - Districts 4 & 9
Training Day Two - Districts 5 & 8
Training Day Three - Districts 6 & 7
Interviews - Caesar & Capitol

I'm debating on whether having a roof top chapter, but as of right now, this is the layout. And if all goes well, we should be in the arena at Chapter 10 :) If you want a roof-top chapter or don't want one, vote on my poll. It's on my profile page :)