It's. Time. People. Please welcome to the field our lovely District 1 contenders for the Hunger Games. I hope you like how I set the reapings up, I thought something different would be cool.

Alexa Morrison- District 1 Mentor for the 300th Games

I look at the clock and realize I'm already running late. Great Alexa, you're one year into your job as mentor and you're already fucking it up. I can only imagine what my mother would say. "Alexianda Maria Morrison, how are you supposed to keep those kids alive if you can't even make it to the reawakening on time!?"

Oh, yeah. You heard me right. They aren't calling this "weird", or "going against the laws of nature.", they're calling this a reawakening. I don't know who it is being brought back from the dead, I just know it's wrong.

Walking down the busy streets of District 1 it's easy to feel invisible. With all the stores, and the designer dress shops, and the jewelry stores, it's the perfect place if you want to just..drop off the face of the planet.

Now imagine being brought back to life, maybe for not like 100 years. You have no idea what's going on. You have no idea if there is anyone in your family. Then to top it off they drop you in an arena and say "Oh yeah, by the way you kids are in the Hunger Games again!"

What happens if one of my tributes do come home, what are the side effects of coming back to life?

I walk down Diamond Street and look for this address they sent me to be there when the tributes woke up. I had to go to a training for this shit.

"You're supposed to make this as easy and not confusing as possible for them." said the Capitol scientist that is coming to stay in the District waiting for the poll results so he knows which whiny snob to bring back.

I make it to the steps of the science lab called "Zap Sciences", it sounds like a children's science TV show.

I walk up to the front desk and receptionist is just busy typing away. I stare at her for a little bit, and after about two minutes she finally realizes I'm standing there.

"Oh! Alexa!" she says as her glasses fall down her face from jumping in surprise. "We've been expecting you. Micah's already back there."

Micah is my District Mentor partner. He won the games before mine, and he totally earned it. Slitting everyone's throats when they pissed him off became a thing for the careers to do in my games. You just learned when not to talk, and they tended to forget about you.

I walk into the room and see two silver bed trays that people would typically be doing autopsies on. The room has an awful emergency room feeling going on, and the room is spooky white. Next to the beds are the monitor's that bring the kids back to life that are participating, and next to each bed is a chair. I see Micah sitting in the one farthest away from the bodies.

"This is creepy as hell." he says to me without looking at me.

"You're telling me."

He gets up and gives me a hug, and a quick kiss. I guess I forgot to mention we were together. It's easy to get together with another Victor...they kind of know what's up, and things you've been through. We are also only two years apart.

"What are those manilla folders sitting on the bed?" I asked just noticing them

"Those are the files for the tributes. Here." he says as he hands them over.

I open up the first file, it belongs to Ashylin Harrison. I remember her! She was in the 296th games! She was a badass. She went through the games pretending to be weaker than she was, and allowing the boy from 4 to lead the alliance, and when the time came for a career blood bath, this chick was the one that killed every damn one of them. She placed second, but she would have had that 13 year old from District 3 if it wasn't for that stupid mutt. None of the other Victors really bothered learning the 13 year old's name because she won so annoyingly.

I flip over to the other file and see Dean Worthing. I remember him. He was my neighbor. He entered the games when I was 9. I remember that the whole block would always go over to their house for a screening party. His parents were so proud of him for finally entering the games. The year was the 291st games, and he was in the final three. He made it to the finale, and teamed up with the boy from D2 to take on the girl from 7. Mid attack he just kind of stopped...and the boy from 2 took him out. The girl from 7 buried an ax in the boy from 2's head, and that's how we got Marianna at the Victor's circle. Isn't she a joy.

"They picked some stellar tributes." I say going over the files in a more in depth way, when all of the sudden a body shoots up from the silver platter.

"WHERE THE FUCK AM I?!" screams a girl voice, Ashylin

I get up and walk over to her and grab onto her hand.

"Hello Ashylin. My name is Alexa. I know this is really confusing, but we are still waiting on Dean. I promise you'll have answers soon. Can I get you something? Like a glass of water or?.."

Her oval shaped face is staring at me with a look of pure terror. I think she sees she can trust me because she begins to breathe slower. Her curly brown hair, which was gorgeous in her games, is still gorgeous being brought back from the dead, and only slightly pisses me off.

"Can I ask where I am?"

"You're in Zap Sciences lab." answers Micah

"What happened to Pixel?"

"Who?" Micah and I ask together

"The District 3 girl? We were in the final 2, but I don't remember killing her." she says confused

"Well, sweetheart...you didn't."

Before she could ask another question Dean shoots up from his table. The sheet falls off and he's in a fighting position swinging at the air. When he looks down and realize all he has is underwear on he quickly dives back under the sheets. He looks around at the group with his blue eyes taking everything in. His dirty blonde hair is loose and not slicked back how he used to wear it when he was alive the first time.

"Well. Normally people buy me dinner before getting me into bed." he says adjusting his position on it. "Not that this is a comfortable one. How drunk was I at my Victory party?"

Micah and I glance at each other, and then upon seeing me and recognizing me apart from my 9 year old body begins to get really confused.

"Alexa?...you're...so…"

"Old?" I say staring back at him with a smirk.

"Yeah."

'Well welcome back." says Micah as he stares at both of our tributes. "I'm sure you're wondering what's going on, and well...I'm just going to rip off the band-aid. You were dead. You died in your games."

Ashylin and Dean look at each other really confused, and then turn back to us and look at us again, and the next thing we know they're both laughing.

"Uhm…" says Micah confused.

"Seriously is this a joke?" says Dean as he pushes back his hair.

"No..this isn't a joke. It's a quarter quell this year, and theme was All-Stars. Panem has been voting on tributes that died in the arena that they liked. You two were picked."

"Excuse me?" says Ashylin "I was voted back to life?" she says incrediously

"Yes."

"Well it doesn't surprise me. I'm fabulous." she says as she flips her hair.

"Can we answer any questions for you?" says Micah

"Are we going back into the games?" ask Dean

"Yes." I say

"Cool. I'm going to win this time." they say together in unison.

They both look at eachother and laugh, and then both turn away and roll their eyes. Oh my gosh this is going to be a long games.

"Wait. Last minute question." says Ashylin "Who the hell are you two?"

"We are your mentors." says Micah proudly.

"Alexa you won the games?! Badass!"

Before we had time to talk about anything else the style teams ran into the room saying that they had to get on the train. They have an hour to make it to the Capitol and get ready for the interview.

Carissa Cox- MC for the 300th Games

"Hello Panem!" the crowd cheers as I walk onto the stage.

"Welcome to the announcement of the tributes for the 300th Hunger Games!" I say as I smile towards the camera, "Are you guys excited!?" the crowd cheers even louder than they were before.

"You've been voting all week on your favorite tributes from the past. Over 7000 tributes to choose from and we have narrowed down to the 24 with the most votes! Are you guys ready to see who they are?!"

They cheer and hoot and holler. This has been top secret information all week. Sneaking these kids into the Capitol was no easy feat.

"Introducing your District 1 Female….ASHYLIN HARRISON!"

The crowd screams as Ashylin walks out onto the stage in a red dress that compliments her pale skin, and light brown hair. She poses at the end of the run way and blows kisses towards the audience.

"Ashylin how are you doing now that you're walking in the land of the living?"

She smiles and flips her hair over to her right shoulder. "Not much has changed. I've apparently been gone for four years, but it feels like less than four minutes! I don't think I'll ever have to sleep again!" says Ashylin

The audience chuckles and looks at her in awe. She was a favorite from the first time that she entered the games. This time should surely be no different.

"What is your plan to get out this time?" I ask her as she stares at me with a intense expression.

"Don't die!" she says

I even laugh at that. The girl is just so sweet and innocent.

"Well Ashylin we are glad that you're back, and we can't wait to see you in action again!"

Ashylin walks off to the left end of the stage while blowing kisses to the audience on her way out.

"Now please help me welcome to the stage...DEANNNNN WORTHING!"

Dean comes running onto the stage like a linebacker. He runs to the end of the stage and poses flexing his muscles for the audience. They cheer and yell. One lady even throws her bra at him. He catches it and smiles and winks towards the audience.

"Dean. Still the little player I see."

"What can I say? When you got it, you got it." he says with a wink. "You my dear are looking as lovely as ever. 9 years did you well."

I blush. This kid is too smooth.

"Are you excited to be back into the games?"

"Is that a question? I wanted to win so bad last time...this time it's my turn."

"What do you have to say to the public that voted you in?"

He adjust his tie and thinks about it for a minute.

"Thanks. I'm ready to kill these bitches." the audience giggles.

"What's your plan not to die this time Dean?"

"I'm going to be aware at all times. Not thinking about anything but the game...except that District 4 cutie in the back. She might be a little present in my dreams."

I roll my eyes. Oh Dean.

"Panem we will be back to introduce our District 2 tributes to you soon. Without further ado please give it up for Dean Worthing!"

He runs off the stage and bows before stepping off the platform.

"Please stay with us! We will be back after the next commercial break."

Sorry if you don't like the way I structured this. It's kind of hard to write from someone as their dead. So I figured this would be a cool idea.

Who was your favorite? Dean or Ashylin?

What's your opinion of starting off with the mentors?

Should they be seen more these games?

What about how the "Reapings" ended? Did you like it?

Sound off, and I still need a District 11 and 12 girl! Fill my spots people. Also don't forget to vote in the poll. I need the results. :D

Keep it classy,

Caleb