A/N: Until the bloodbath begins, Refer a friend to this story and you both get an extra point! Yep, thats right! For instance, refering four friend would give you 13 points if you all pooled your points together. It could make the difference between life and death!

Renee Hunlurk

"Don't go, Renee! Every High ranked careers are always sooo confident they will win, And then the under-dog careers hideously murder the High ranked careers!"

Renee couldn't believe her mom. Did Renee always have to say this?

"Mom, are you serious? I placed Second. Not mucho-man number 1. Second. The under dogs will go for him first. 3rd Is neither a mucho-man or an under-dog. I'll team up with 3rd, kill the under-dogs, and then easily kill 3rd. It's a plan that's bound to work, And will always result in me winning the hunger games. I will come back, mom. Don't you DARE think otherwise."

Letra Gangel

Letra wondered why her father and sister hadn't come back. They obviously wanted to congragulate her on getting to the hunger games, So where were they?
Probably think I'm going to lose because I Placed last of the careers. Pathetic. Don't they realize it's been 13 years since a career in 1st won, while only 3 years since a last place career won?
At that moment, Letra's sister burst into the room, a triumphant smile on her face.
"What do you want to say? I NEED to know," I said half sarcasitcally.

"Dad said he wants Tanner to win. He said he's betting all his money on Tanner. He says for you to get a life. He said that You should have realized you wouldn't get into the top 2 after the first couple of weeks at career academy, And then dropped out. But know, even though you were in last place for weeks and had plenty of chance to escape, you stayed, and now you will die. In my opinion, you would have stood a chance if you weren't so ugly."

I smiled seductively. " Thanks, Angelica. You always were so sweet. Now, I have a very important thing to do, little girl, you cutie. Win a very entertaining game. Goodbye for now, but definetly not forever, you littile thing..."
Letra Gangel gained an appeal point!

Metsa Opvio

"I'm so sad, my son.. It's unbelievable you got picked... I'll miss you... I'll try to get you a ton of sponsers... First thing I'll have them get you is a hair brush... hahaha... I love you, Metsa..."

Metsa snapped back into reality. Those stupid 12 year old wishes. That's probably what his mother WOULD say, ironically, if she hadn't died in the hunger games the same year she gave birth to him. His father comitted suicide the next day. He had no family, and he would not be winning these games. He was frail, weak. Only weapon he knew how to wield was a hand grenade. He actually had pretty good aim with those. He betted he'd get killed by the careers at the cornucopia. He would charge in there - More so for the supplies than the weapons. But he knew even if he survived the cornucopia he would lose... Unless all the careers died before he did. He might stand a chance then...But even then, most of the other tributes were older than him.

Boy leaves world.