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Let's learn about Stormi! And she is a lot like Katniss, just to tell ya.


*District Five; Day of Reaping*

*15 year old Stormi Martins*

I sit up, looking to the other side of my room. My mother and my brother are curled up on the smaller mattress. I'm not surprised. It's his first Reaping. I was able to not get him to sign up for tesserae, but to do that, I signed up 29 times. The thing that worries me is that he will get chosen, and I cannot volunteer for a male tribute, so he would be forced to go. I knew out of thousands of names, he would not be chosen, but I just had that feeling at the pit of my stomach.

Does everyone look younger asleep? Because to be honest, he looks like a five year old.

I rise, and walk to the kitchen. I think about breakfast, and remember my friend is waiting in the willow tree where we have spent time since I was little, before my father was killed in the war. I walk to my room and change, and I leave my house, passing the breeding farm. Those poor animals, I think to myself. I look around, and see the large white building that inside, holds hundreds of human and animal DNA samples. It's gross. You could never get me to work there. Never. I walk straight, and I notice they are decorating the streets for this afternoon. Ugh. I hate today. Well, just a few more years. I hope.

I look ahead, and see a faint piece of the fence that keeps us inside District Five. A few yards before that, you enter the small woods. Inside, sits the willow tree. Hidden in all the pine trees. I smile. I crouch under the thick brush of pines, and keep walking. A slight buzzing becomes clear, and I'm not sure if it is the Tracker Jacker nests that are left in our district, or the hum from the fence. I shrug, and smile widely when I spy Kenny, sitting there, waiting for me. My pace quickens, and soon I am running up the hill to the willow. I swing down next to him on the little blanket we sit on, and he smiles.

"Well, looks like today is a good day, eh?" I laugh at his wittiness.

"Yeah, except for today is Eric's first reaping." There is a long pause before he speaks up.

"Well, one name out of thousands. It's not gonna happen. I promise. If it does, I will volunteer."

"I couldn't let you do that." I say.

"Well, I guess you don't get a choice." He laughs. I'm glad to have him as a friend. He's always such an optimist. We both walk around and find our secret berry bush, and we munch on them until about what looks like noon. We part, and I come home to find that Eric and my mother are already getting ready to go. I enter, and walk to my room, finding the dress my mother laid out. A small lilac thing with simple white flats. I get into it, and my mother braids my auburn hair. I look at my brother. He looks like my father. Blonde hair, blue eyes, and a smile that could cheer anyone up. I smile at his outfit, and laugh when he turns to me, posing.

"What? You expect me to take a picture?" I laugh.

"Well, you were staring long enough. Wishing you got these looks too?" He jokes.

"You are so full of yourself for Twelve!" I say.

"Eh. And don't be so Stormy, Stormi," He snickers. I roll my eyes. Brothers. He comes up next to me, and either I'm too tall for my age, or he is too short for his age, but he comes up to my waist. My mother comes out from her room, and she walks us to the Reaping. We all sign in, and I hug them before walking to my area. Suddenly, an orange – yes, I do mean orange – looking lady with black hair, a poof – I am not kidding when I say she looks like Snooki – and at least six inch heels walks on stage.

"Hello everyone! I am Niki, your escort!" She even chews gum like Snooki… creepy….

"Now, let's get this started! Ladies first!" She says. She walks to the Reaping ball, and pulls a name.

"Stormi Martins! Let's give her a hand." My entire body freezes. I hear giggles from the snooty girls next to me, and I find strength to walk on stage.

"Alright, now for boys!" She walks over to the bin, and I can only hope she does not call Eric. But I'm not so lucky today.

"Eric Martins! Oh my, I bet you both are siblings!" She says. I feel my body numb. And I know what's coming next.

"I volunteer!" I hear.

"No! Kenny you can't do this!" I shriek. The audience has fallen silent.

"What's your other option?" He asks, walking onto the stage. Eric looks in total and utter shock.

"Kenny, you just can't!"

"I promised you I would protect you and your family."

"Please." I cry.

"It will be fine." He assures me.

"Well. This is… shocking. What is your name son?" Snooki lady – er, Niki – asks.

"Kenny. Kenny Sander." He says.

"Well Kenny, you are pretty brave! Let's have a round of applause for our new tributes!" People politely clap, and they drag us to the Justice Building.


My mother runs in, teary eyed.

"Oh sweetie! I can't believe you will have to go to the games! I might lose you!" She cries.

"Mom, I promise I will try my best. I cannot promise anything, but I will try." I say. I know my chances are slim to none, since there are 23 others, one of them Kenny. I can't let him die.

"Well, looks like this is goodbye for a while eh sis?" Eric says.

"Oh come here Pickle Brain." I smile, hugging him.

"Um, Ms. Martins, you have another guest. And they will not wait." The Peacekeeper says, walking in.

"Oh. Oh! Alright. Well, I love you both. I really do. I will try, and who knows? Maybe I'll make history." I smile. They both hug me, and leave. Next, it is surprising. Mrs. Sander, Carter, and Piper.

"Hi sweetie."

"Hi Mrs. Sander. I-I thought you would be with Kenny." I say.

"We were. He had another visitor." I nod, understanding. Kenny is pretty popular.

"Stormi! Pwease make sure Kenny is safe! Both of you can come home!" Piper says. She's only five, so I know she doesn't understand we both cannot come home.

"I will Piper. I promise." I know I can't keep it though. I look up, and see a pained expression on Mrs. Sander's face.

"Okay, time to go Stormi." The Peacekeeper says.

"Good luck sweetie." Mrs. Sander says.

"Good wuck Stormi!" Piper says, kissing my nose. I smile and they both leave. I look up, and see Carter. He's only a year younger than me, and he's not related to the Sander's, so this surprised me.

"Well…"

"Stormi… You have to come home." He says.

"Huh?" Before I am aware, his lips are pressed to mine. I am completely unprepared. I never thought he felt that way for me. He breaks away.

"I had to do that, in case it's my last chance." He says. And with that, I am dragged out of the Justice Building, into a car with Kenny.


*Fifteen year old Kenny Sander*

I sit and wait. Wait for her, my best friend, to come. And soon enough, I hear the bushes rustle. I look up, and see her. I smile. The one girl I care about most. I doubt she feels the same way though. I wish I could get up, pull her close, and press my lips to hers. But I couldn't. It would destroy everything. I smile as she runs over and swings down onto our blanket.

"Well, looks like today is a good day, eh?" I say, and she laughs.

"Yeah, except for today is Eric's first reaping." There is a long pause before I speak up.

"Well, one name out of thousands. It's not gonna happen. I promise. If it does, I will volunteer."

"I couldn't let you do that." she says.

"Well, I guess you don't get a choice." I laugh. And it's true. I would do anything to protect her family. If that means risk my life, so be it. Sure, she would never forgive me, but I need to keep her safe.

We both walk around and find our secret berry bush, and we munch on the sweet berries until about what looks like noon. We part, and I walk into my house and find my mother getting Piper ready. She's only five, so I'm not surprised. She wears a small pink dress and her blonde hair is in pigtails, with two pink bows holding them.

"Well, someone is pretty in pink." I smile at her, bending down to reach her level. She beams, and hugs me.

"I hope we are all safe, like when I was a baby!" She says. I know she doesn't know much about the rebellion, and about the war, or what the Hunger Games are about.

"I hope you don't have to go Kenny. I love you and would cry and cry and cry without you."

"I know. And if I do have to go, I will do whatever it takes to get home to you." I smile, tapping her nose. She giggles, and I hear my mother.

"Kenneth, go get changed. The Reaping begins in a half hour." She says. I nod, and walk to my room. I find a dress shirt, tie, and black pants, and pull them all on. I struggle into my dress shoes, which are becoming smaller and smaller, and look in our piece of mirror leaning against the wall. I look nothing like my mother or sister. They have blonde hair and blue eyes, and I have brown hair and grey eyes. I'm pretty tall, five foot eleven, and so there is a lot of differences.

"You look so amazing Kenny." Piper says in a hushed tone.

"Aw, thank you." I smile. We all hug and walk to the Reaping, where we sign in. I see Stormi, and smile. If neither of us, I swear I will make my move tomorrow. But if one of us do, I can talk to her during the goodbyes. I guess. Suddenly, a bizarre lady who reminds me of Snooki walks onto the stage. She must be our escort. I roll my eyes.

"Hello everyone! I am Niki, your escort!" She even chews gum like Snooki… creepy….

"Now, let's get this started! Ladies first!" She says. She walks to the Reaping ball, and pulls a name.

"Stormi Martins! Let's give her a hand." My body stiffens, and I see her walk onto the stage.

"Alright, now for boys!" She walks over to the bin, and I can only hope….

"Eric Martins! Oh my, I bet you both are siblings!" She says. I remember my promise. I have no other choice.

"I volunteer!" I say, walking through the crowd.

"No! Kenny you can't do this!" Stormi shrieks. The audience has fallen silent.

"What's your other option?" I ask, walking onto the stage. Eric looks in total and utter shock.

"Kenny, you just can't!"

"I promised you I would protect you and your family."

"Please." She cries.

"It will be fine." I assure her.

"Well. This is… shocking. What is your name son?" Snooki lady – er, Niki – asks.

"Kenny. Kenny Sander." I say.

"Well Kenny, you are pretty brave! Let's have a round of applause for our new tributes!" People politely clap, and they drag us to the Justice Building.


My family run into the room first.

"Oh Kenny, how could you?" My mother wails.

"Mom, I promised her that I would protect him if he is chosen." I say.

"But you are risking your life! Think about it. If you win, and she loses, that will not help the family, and you losing will not help us!"

"Mom, they would help us." I say.

"Kenny, you need to come home." Piper says. I feel so horrible. She will not be happy without me.

"I will. I promise." I assure her. But I know that things will never be the same from this day on.

"I'm sorry, but there is another visitor." The Peacekeeper says. My mother nods, and she kisses my forehead before leaving, and Piper throws her arms around me, choking up.
"I love you big brother." She says.

"I love you too Piper." I say in a soft voice. I tap her nose, and she kisses my cheek before leaving with my mother. I sigh, and soon, my friend from school, Hailey, walks in.

"Hi Kenny." She says.

"Hey Hailey. Look, I know you probably think I am insane, but-" Before I finish, she kisses me. I rest my hands on her neck, and she smiles.

"Please come home." She says before kissing me again, placing something in my hand, and leaving. I look at the item, and it is a pin. A heart. I pin it on my shirt, and wait. Nobody comes, so I am brought to the car. I wait, and soon, Stormi arrives. She looks out the window, and I sigh. I watch the District pass by, thinking it may be the last time I see all this. I think of our willow tree. We both will not be there again.


What do you think? God. So many sad stories. One winner. And remember, you guys get to choose! Okay, most of the Careers, if not all of them, will make it. And I think about 12 or 11 will die in the Bloodbath. Alright? Maybe less, maybe more :-) And BTW, once we make it to the final eight, I think I will show the interviews of the families. Okay?

Question:

1: In Catching Fire, what District was uprising when Katniss was watching the Mayor's TV?

Bonus: Who died first? Leeg 1 or Leeg 2, and how?

Alright, you have met District One through Five's sad stories, now get ready to meet Kendall and Lilly! :D