Sooooo sorry about the lack of updates and super short chappie! I just couldn't. I couldn't feel inspiration. But I would never give up on my babies (AKA stories.)!

I FINISHED BLOOD OF OLYMPUS. MY LIFE IS OVER.

Guest: And your opinion affects me how? But, in honor of the rude guest, a long chapter.

To the other few people that reviewed: THANK YOU!

*Singsong voice* I'm not getting many PMs about SP…. (If you want me to stop the SP program, tell me, and what the majority wants, majority gets.)

DISCLAIMER: Prim, please do the disclaimer.

Prim: OKAY! PrimroseEverdeenMyLittleDuck doesn't own HG. But will you stop impersonating me now?

Me: Nope!

Troy Marlin's POV

I wake up in our house that we will soon leave behind. After I volunteer and win, we will live in the Victors' Village.

My mother Edna walks into the room, holding some clothes. She hugs me, then drops the clothes on my bed. She smiles as she walks out, her eyes filled with pride at the aspect of me volunteering.

I quickly switch out my clothes for my reaping outfit. Black sneakers, good for running, cargo pants, eh, a white button-down shirt. Not exactly my style-I wish it could have been more…brutish.

I step out of my room. At the kitchen table sit my mother Edna, father Finbar. I have a sister too, Seabrooke. Much to the rest of the family's disappointment, Seabrooke didn't really catch on at the Academy, instead liking the designing behind the outfits in the Capitol. Right now, she has her nose stuck in a fashion magazine from the Capitol she got for her birthday.

"OH, Troy!" My father bellows as the stands up to hug me. "I'm so proud of you, volunteering today!" Mom claps her hands together excitedly while Seabrooke wrinkles her nose in distaste.

"At least, when you win, can you bring me back some fabrics?" I nod indifferently.

We should get to the square." I say with my mouth stuffed full of crackers. We all file out of our house and walk to the square, Seabrooke lingering behind us slightly.

I get my finger pricked, but I don't even know until I see the red. Over the last 15 years, I've raised my pain tolerance a lot. I make my way to the boys' 18-year-olds section, trying to get as close to the aisle and stage as possible. Soon, the mayor is finished with his annual speech, which I've long since memorized.

"Now, it's time for the reaping!" Callie Kinnie starts the reaping, and toddles over to the girls' bowl in her too-high heels. "Anna Stephens!"

I see a trembling 13-year-old start to make her way to the stage and feel utter disappointment that I'll be the only one from District 4 volunteering. Oh, well. But she definitely isn't getting into the Career pack.

"I volunteer!" Someone calls. Her voice is older, stronger, but unsure. Hopefully, a Career? A girl emerges from the 18-year-olds section. "Anna! Go back!" The little girl nods and jumps back into the crowd, with tears running down her face silently. I could tell she was trying hard to keep them in.

The girl makes her way to the stage. I can hear a family keening in the background, but that's normal.

"What's your name, sweetie?" Callie Kinnie asks overenthusiastically.

"Ariana Stephens." The girl replies, gaining confidence rapidly. I grin. Maybe we'll have 2 Careers from 4 in the Career pack after all.

"Okay then. Excuse me." Callie Kinnie is now trying to scooch to the boys' bowl. She plucks out one little slip. I grin again, knowing that it's not me, and that I will get to volunteer and the others will be scared of me.

Callie Kinnie opens her mouth. "George Clooney!" A small kid from the 14-year-old breaks down sobbing. I smirk. Weak.

I lurch forward, throwing my massive weight of muscles forward. "I volunteer!" I shout out in my burliest voice. Again, Callie beams with pride, this time at having not one, but two volunteers. I walk to the stage, trying to look eager yet relaxed. I don't think it worked.

"What's your name?" Callie asks as soon as I'm able to reach the microphone.

"Troy Marlin." I say, smiling at the thought that I just got myself a free pass to kill some weaklings. I can see the girl's eye twitch. She knows full well that I could snap her neck in a half-second. My smile grows creepily big, but I don't stop it.

Some peacekeepers soon drag us to the Justice Building, but they look frail compared to me. They guide me to a room, where I know my family and friends will come to wish me luck (like I need it!).

First, my family comes in. My mom throws herself against me. "I'm SO proud of you! Volunteering! My little boy is growing up!" Then my dad squeezes me.

"Son, good luck in there. But we know you won't need it. After all, you have been training for quite some time." Last is Seabrooke.

"I know that you know I'm not too happy about this, but I still love you," She says, crossing her arms matter-of-factly. "So I know you're gonna win. So when you do, bring me a trainer for sewing basics 101, okay?" I nod, but I will probably forget the second I get there. Seabrooke hugs me with a single tear running down her face. I wipe it away.

"I promise that I will come back. And I'll get you all of the fancy stuff you want, okay?" Softie. Oh wait, that's me.

A peacekeeper slides open the door, and escorts my family out.

No one else comes to visit me, which I couldn't care less about, so I end u sitting in my room bored for about 45 minutes.

"Sweeties!" Callie Kinnie says, bursting into my room in a ridiculous fashion. She grabs my arm and dramatically tugs me to the train. There, I meet up with the girl, Ariana. She nods to me, and I nod back. We should at least be acquaintances, since we're going to be in the Career Pack together.

Then, I sit near a window and watch as the train takes me to my victory.

Okay. So, I have dance tonight, so no more updates today (probably.) and tomorrow because I have to update the Thief's Daughter. But anyway, I hope you liked this chapter, District 4 is finished, sorry for splitting it in 2, and I just needed to. But on to Districts 5 and 6, which will be mushed into one chapter.

Try and spot the PJO reference in Part 1 of District 4! Review and tell me what it is! And I will give you a shoutout!

Okay? Okay. (I'm reading tfios…)

-Miranda, resident of District 4 and Daughter of Hermes