A/N: OMG! I'm so sorry I haven't updated. I have no excuse. D: Will you forgive me? Anyway, I have some news. Ready? I think you are. I'm Suzanne Collins. That's why I'm writing fanfiction and not having slumber parties with J.K. Rowling and Veronica Roth. Anywho, needless to say, I am not Suzanne Collins. The idea for the Hunger Games is hers, but all unfamiliar characters are mine. Also, my friend Lulubell2495 who I talk endlessly of has written her first fan fiction! Aaah! It's called Temporary and it IS a HG fanfic. I favorited it, so it's on my profile if you can't find it. And thanks to her for beta-ing. Anyway, follow, favorite and review! Mwah!

Oh, and um.. Language warning, I guess?

McKenzi POV

I enter the square with my twin sister and immediately feel out of place. Today is the day of the death sentence- I mean reaping- of the District 6 tributes and we are expected to dress up. Well, for us, dressing up constitutes putting on a clean shirt that is relatively free of oil stains and wrinkles. However, I live in Victor's Village with my grandfather, who won the 7th Quarter Quell. We have some extra money, so for me and Adalaide, dressing up means putting in a yellow sundress and doing each other's makeup. We are a flash of light in an otherwise dismal event.

We have just taken our places as our escort Celeste taps the mic to see if it's working properly. "Welcome to the 225th annual hunger games!" my hands are sweaty, so I wipe them on my dress. "As usual, ladies first."

I take a deep breath. Not Adelaide. I thought. Not Adelaide. Please, not Adelaide. I'll do it instead, just don't pick Adelaide.

"McKenzi Phelps!" Inlet out a sigh of relief, glad that it's not Adelaide before I realize that it was me. I head towards the stage. For whatever reason, I just can't stop giggling. I don't know what's happening, but at least I'll appear confident and bubbly to the Capitol citizens and sponsors. I purposely trip in my way up the stage. Maybe if I loom ditzy, the Capitol girls will relate to me better. The thought of me starting a new trend as stupid as this makes me laugh even harder.

"No!" I hear Adelaide yell. "Stop! I volunteer as tribute!" She yells.

"Adelaide, no. Go find Grandpa. Go." I can't let her volunteer. She has never stepped foot in the woods, and I'm the best runner in our school. Plus, Adelaide has a boyfriend worth coming home to, but she wouldn't be able to come home. Not to sound rude, but it know that she couldn't win. She doesn't have it in her to kill people.

"Was that your sister?" Celeste asks.

"No fucking shit." I already know that I want my angle to be bipolar. Sweet and ditzy one minute, ruthless the next.

She looks shocked. People aren't supposed to talk like that to their escorts, to at least not to their faces.

I get so wrapped up in my thoughts if hate for the Capitol, I totally miss the name of my district partner. That is, until I notice that it's my childhood best friend and boyfriend Luke.I notice that his hands are shaking faster than anyone's I've ever seen. Only one thought comes to mind.

I cannot let him die in the bloodbath.

McKenzi: Blonde hair, deep brown eyes with flecks of gold, pale, 5'4" 15 Y/O

Luke: Black hair, green eyes, tan, 5'6" 16 Y/O

A/N: So yeah. Sorry this update took a while longer than others, but it's longer than most of the other ones, right? Right. Anyway, remember to vote in the arena, the poll is on my profile. Byeas!