I'm sad. This SYOT has only gotten one tribute. If I don't get at least one more… Nah… I'll just get my friends to actually make a tribute.

All spots are open besides the District 7 girl.

And for the person who actually bothered to submit one, I thank you. I know I'm a bad writer… but I thought I could at least write a SYOT. Eh, I guess not. I'll just go ask for some more writing tips. =(

I wake up, feeling the sun beating down on my face. Today's the day I finally get the nerve to make some friends. I don't understand why they all dislike me. I'm pretty and rich, and I'm mostly nice. Why don't they like me?

I don't usually mind, but today I feel really angry with them. I don't understand why they don't like me! I'm getting quite upset about this, but today, I'm sure I will make some friends. I have to.

"Madelyn! Get up and get ready! Today's Reaping Day!" Mom called from downstairs.

Of course it's Reaping Day. I don't understand why people are scared of being reaped, but yet the Careers volunteer for it. I understand the Games, they're actually quite satisfying to watch, but if I were in it, I'm sure I wouldn't make it. The blood drives me away. Who can stand the sight, the stench of the blood? I couldn't make it in the Games. Who am I kidding? I have training, I'm quite strong, people WILL like me, and I'm smart and devious! I can make it!

"Coming Mother!" I have to choose the PERFECT dress. My whole collection I've already worn before. Except for this one special dress. It's perfect. It's a sleeveless, white dress that just goes past my knees. It absolutely has the best decorations! There's a pink flower at the waist, with dazzling sparkles everywhere! Mother even bought me a pink flower headband to match it.

I slowly walk down the stairs, admiring my reflection in the mirrors on the walls. Absolutely gorgeous, I decide.

"Good morning!" I happily cheered, as I entered the large kitchen. For a District 7 house, it was one of the best in Panem. Besides the Capitol.

They don't look up, instead they're just whispering about how they will make me volunteer in the Games soon.

My eyes fill with tears. They can't possibly do that! I knew it. They only loved me for the Games. Nothing else. I was just a figure in their eyes, only for the fame and fortune I would bring if I had won. Oh, I'll show them. I'll show them that I'm the PERFECT daughter. Why don't they love me for who I am? Aren't I good enough? I love them so why won't they love me? Well, I'm pretty sure I love them.

I stamp my foot on the ground and run upstairs. I don't care what they think. I get what I want, and no one, NO ONE will change that.

With a sigh, I head back downstairs. My parents gave me the look of question. I ignore it. As I head out, I started having the feeling of regret. I shouldn't treat my parents like that. They deserve better. They had cared for me, almost loved me, and bothered to train me for the Hunger Games. I'm special in their eyes. Aren't I? Oh well. If they can't see me as a prize, they'll just have to live without it.

I was angrily muttering to myself, not caring what I was doing, until I had bumped into someone. Or the other way around.

"Oh, I'm sorry! This is all my fault. I'm so sorry." Chrisantha, apparently had bumped into me. And she had spilled her drink all over my beautiful outfit.

Why? Why, every time I step out the house, something bad happens to me? Why me?

"Here, let me clean you up. Uh, is that okay?" She had seen me steaming, my anger about to explode. "Hey, aren't you that girl with the issues?"

The issues? This day isn't turning out as great as I thought it would. My anger had exploded.

Lunch

I settle down on my lawn, enjoying my dinner. After the accident, Chrisantha had ran away, smirking. And I had thought she would be my first friend. Things don't always work the way I wanted it to. I can never change that. But at least I can try.

I had changed into this simple grey dress with no shoes. My short, brown hair flew in my face as I had hurried home.

I shake my head. This is no time to be facing memories.

I look down the street. I could see trouble arising. They were coming towards me.

"Hey." Some kid had sat down beside me and his group of friends surrounded me.

I was nervous. "Hi," I whispered.

In less than a second, he had grabbed my money and my food. No one, NO ONE DARE take my stuff.

I race after them, determined to get my stuff back.

As I had finally caught up to them, I tackled the kid who had taken my food. Money is no important thing to me, my parents had a lot of it.

"You worthless fool. Stealing a girl's money? You'll pay for it." With each word, I had punched his back, and in the end, he was just lying on the ground, looking lifeless.

"Anyone else?" I turn around and see his friends running away.

I smirked, they had had no idea who they were dealing with.

At the Reaping

I was almost late. Late for the Reaping. Even I have to be punctual for the Reaping.

I had missed the first part of the speech, and relief was written all over my face. I was relieved that I had missed some of the boring speech, but also quite lucky that I had no punishment.

"Madelyn Rosegold." I hear my name being called. Fear and shock was all over my face. I hesitate, not eager to get onto the stage. But alas, I didn't have much time to think , as people all around me push me towards the stage. I can see my parents grinning. Those fools. I won't win. I promise. But if I do, none of my fame and none of my fortune will be for them. It'll all me mine. And mine alone.

Well, that is about as much as I will write for each tribute. 700-1,000 words. I hope you enjoyed… but I don't think anyone is reading this… so, bye.