"Nautica Vielle Wavestreak! Get your ugly *** down here right this second!"

I let out a slight groan as I open my eyes. What a typical morning. Faded blue walls, check. Slightly torn sea green curtains, check. Raving, viscous mother…check.

Using up more than my allotted second I slowly roll out of bed and slump into the shower. Turning the water as cold as it would go I tear through the tangles in my wavy red hair. After drying myself of I stand by my closet trying to pick out a reaping outfit. Got to look my best now don't I? The daughter of Hana Wavestreak, victor of the first Hunger Games, must look presentable.

Eventually I pull out a white dress of Teralyn's. As I put it on I sigh to myself. Teralyn, my only sister, Teralyn the girl who ran off and got married, and Teralyn the girl who left me all alone with our hag of a mother. Oh joy. Rubbing my wide violet eyes I decide once again to skip the makeup, I obviously don't need it. Taking a last sweeping look around my room I smirk. This will be the last time I ever have to look at it.

Clenching my jaw I march down the decrepit staircase. Might as well get this over with. "Finally there you are! You look hideous, would you at least try not to be a complete failure! Go make me breakfast!" All of this spews out of my mothers mouth in less than a few seconds. Dear old mom. She was like this ever since father drowned, not that I felt any sympathy for her. If there's one thing I have learned from this woman is that sympathy is for the weak.

Steeling my resolve I look her dead in the eyes. "No mother, go make your own breakfast." That surprised her. "What did you say to me?" she hissed, eyes narrowed.

I almost flinch back, expecting the usual strike from the whip, but instead I take a deep breath and stand my ground. "I said make your own breakfast. This will be the last time you see me mother. I am volunteering for the Hunger Games." She stands there for a total of 10 seconds staring at me with those cold hideous eyes. Suddenly she bursts out in hysterical laughter. "Fine then, run off to your little games! You won't come back sweetie, you know that right? You're going to die! You're going to die, alone, screaming my name!" Not even bothering to listen I slam the door.

The reaping drags on for what seems like hours. The mayor loves this speech, but even the most blood thirsty, game hungry career in District Four has tired of it. We all remember the rebellion. We all remember the pain, and the death. We don't need the reminder. As our escort, Sandria Estrielle, goes up to the stage I hear a few well hidden snorts of laughter. She has really out done herself this year. I believe she attempted to look like a mermaid. She just looks like a scaly demon to me.

"All right everyone, ladies first!" She squeals. As she calls out the name I see a small shaking twelve year old step up. For a split second I stop and think. Think of the life I would have away from the games. It only takes me that split second to firmly conclude that any torture would be better than the life I live now. "I volunteer" I scream out. At first I hear a gasp of relief from the little girl, but it soon turns into a shriek of pain as I kick her out of my path. Might as well show the sponsors my best, or should I say my worst. After all, no one would describe Naughty as nice.

Get ready Panem, because I will live up to my name.

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I woke up to the sounds of my screaming again. Shaking I try to calm down. It was just a dream…just a dream…just a- I throw the lamp sitting next to my bed against the wall and watch it shatter. Of course it wasn't just a dream. It was more than that, it was a memory.

"Hey mom, dad" I nod to the people I call my family. They weren't my real parents. 10 years ago my family owned an expensive cruise line that burned down. My real mother and father died saving me and my siblings, but we temporarily lost our memories. I was the first to gain them back. That's when the nightmares started.

10 years later we live on in a rich section of District Four. Well…most of us live on. Last year my sister Melissa died after being reaped for the Hunger Games. She had made it so far, just to be stabbed to death by a tribute from District One. After I watched her die I swore that I would have my revenge. She was the reason that I would volunteer this year. Shaking these thoughts out of my head I walk solemnly to the gym.

"That's it Krey, keep working!" I hear my coach scream out as I pierce a dummy with my trident. I breathe heavily as adrenaline pumps through me, pretending not to notice the girls giggling behind me until I finish. Turning around I flash them my signature smile and wink and watch as they swoon. I'm known as something of a flirt in District Four. Chugging some water I exchange some last hand shakes and pats on the back before the reaping.

"…And so in remembrance of our ancestors foolish ways we have the Hunger Games to enforce peace and prosperity throughout Panem." The mayor finishes his speech as the crowd gives a tired round of applause. No one cares about the speech though, the reaping is all anyone pays attention to. As Sandria walks up to the stage I snort with laughter. She has a seaweed and pearl gown with real fish scales on it. I'm sure the desired effect was sea goddess, but all I saw was an ugly old bat in a seaweed wrap.

The female tribute this year wakes me up from my thoughts. I watch as she kicks a little twelve year old out of her way. Gorgeous, cruel, and prideful. Just my type. Barely listening anymore I walk up to the stage right when Sandria calls the first name. "I volunteer" I purr giving her a smirk. It almost gags me, but the result was as wanted. She giggled and blushed, already taking a liking to me. I mean, I've got to start manipulating these people as soon as possible right? Nautica and I shake hands. My thoughts mix between the girl in front of me, and the girl I lost a year agao.

Get ready Panem, because revenge is sweet.

District Four Reaping is done! :) Thank you to Son of X, and I luv every book out there for these tributes! They were so much fun to write! I'm sorry I didn't write as much of Krey's POV but I will make up for it by writing more from him in later chapters. I apologize for the late update! :( I was hit hard with the flu once again.

Thank you to everyone who reviewed! You all win tribute of the month! :D

The winner of the last chapter question is Sonofhell666. Good job to him!

*CHAPTER QUESTION*

Before the introduction of the hair dryer in 1920, what common household appliance was promoted for its hair-drying ability?

The sponsor points still arn't acting right, but I will try to update them once again this afternoon if I can.

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