Dear Anna,
I haven't received a tribute from you yet, so I pieced one together with the info you already gave me. If you want me to change anything, just let me know and I will. If I have to, I'll rewrite the chapter :)
Best Regards,
Annabeth Pie

Cascade Robins' POV

"Coral, please stop fussing over me!" I moaned as my older sister smoothed out my brown hair with blond highlights.

"Cascade, this is your last year in The Reaping!" Coral cried, looking for mascara. "You want to stand out!"

"No, I don't," I moaned. "You know what?" I slapped the mascara out of her hand, and messed up my hair. "I don't want to look good. I'm independent, and I'll fix myself, thank you very much!"

I stormed out of my sister's bathroom and slammed the door. I ran into my bathroom, and pawed through my makeup selection. I usually didn't wear it-having that rare natural beauty-but Coral was right. This was my last year in the Reaping, and I should enjoy it. I should really dress up, and actually treat it like a holiday. I mean, my last year. I have a reason to celebrate! I will never have to enter the arena, I will leave minor status and get to move out, and I could use the money I saved up from my job to go to college! Granted, I don't know what I want to go to school for yet, but I'll do some research tonight. But am I worried I'll get Reaped? 'Course not! There's bound to be some glory hog like last year, and there's quite a few kids who take out as much Tesserae as those in District 12.

I finally decided on silver eye shadow, violet eyeliner, black mascara, and just peach blush. I quickly applied it, and it really complimented my outfit. The blends of dark and metallic coloring really went with my navy cocktail dress, black poncho, and silver flats. Smiling to myself, I walked into the living room, where the rest of my family was already.

"My last child," Mom sobbed, hugging me. "All grown up! Last year in The Reaping!"

"Mom...can't...breath..." I gasped. Mom quickly let go, and there was a knock at the door.

"I'll get it!" Bolton called.

"Oh, no you won't!" I exclaimed, racing to the door.

My hand touched the door knob a millisecond before Bolton's did, and he sulked back into the living room in defeat. I pulled open the door, already knowing who it was.

"Via!"

"Cassie!"

Via's Reaping attire was pretty nice as well. Her long, golden hair was in tight curls draped over her shoulders. She was wearing a white sundress, black flats, and a navy sweater. She had a light layering of rose blush, and black eyeliner.

"Mr. and Mrs. Robins, we'll be leaving now!" Via called before we linked arms. We sped into the street before my parents could respond.

When we finally made it to the square, we were giggling like crazy.

"What's so funny?" A male voice asked behind me. "Did I miss something?" I turned and smiled.

"Nah, just escaped from my parents," I told Ford.

Other than his jet black hair being combed by his mom, he looked the same as last week. A black long-sleeved shirt and khaki's. He was never the formal type.

"That must have been real interesting," he acknowledged.

"We should probably get to our square," Via noticed. "We have two minutes until The Reaping begins. I nodded.

"See you, Ford!" I called, following Via.

"Welcome, welcome to the Reaping of the 34th Annual Hunger Games!" Our escort called. He was still fairly new, but his voice was filled with confidence. Most likely since his first year, the 31st Games, the District 4 Female won. I forget her name though. "As usual, we will start with the ladies!"

He walked over to the Reaping bowl, and lay his hand in. He gently took a paper out, and walked back to the mic. He slowly unfolded the slip, then cleared his throat.

"CASCADE ROBINS!"

A few hours earlier

Jordan Flanagan's POV

"Jordan..." I heard my mom whisper, pushing some of my hair out of my face. "Wake up, it's Reaping Day!"

I opened my eyes to see the Victor of the 11th Hunger Games-who happened to be my mom-staring back at me. I playfully pushed her away.

"Mom, I'm not eleven anymore!" I giggled. I sat up and stared at her. "I'm twelve..." My eyes lost focus, and I felt myself drifting away. My mom quickly grabbed my shoulder.

"Jordan! It's fine, you're name's in once!" She cried. I quickly snapped back to reality, and apologized. My mom nodded, then told me to be downstairs in 15 minutes.

I shook my head, hoping that the memory would go away. Last year, my older sister Firenze had been Reaped. She died in the final four-and ever since, when the Games are even hinted at, I seem to disappear into the nightmare world.

I walked over to the window and pushed it open. Most of Victor's Village is located near the busiest part of the District, but not my mom's. Hers is located right next to a bay. I breathed in the salty air, and even let the sea spray, which was mist this early, drown me. I closed the window a few minutes later, and turned to my Reaping outfit. A white shirt with black vest and black pants. Next to the outfit were my normal hiking boots, and even my navy scarf. A strange combination, but a me one. I finished draping the scarf over my shoulders, and grabbed a comb. Next step-try to calm the the messy, black stuff on my head some may call hair. I gave up. I glanced in the mirror, and looked away just in time. My eyes were gold like dad's-just like Firenze's-and they stared at me with the threat to send me away to a place where I may never be able to return.

I quickly made my way into the dining room, but I wasn't hungry. I just picked at my oatmeal as my mom tried as well to fix my hair. Her's was okay, a jet black in it's usually curly status. But mine? Like mother, not like son.

"Can we just go now?" I asked, pushing my bowl away.

"Sure," My mom smiled, dropping our bowls into the sink. I only saw for a second, but it seemed like she didn't eat hers either. Like she was as nervous as I am.

Once we left the house, I did something I never thought I'd do again. I grabbed her hand.

"Mom," I whispered. "I...I don't want you to be a mentor."

"Why?" She asked, genuine curiosity in her tone.

"I don't want to stay home...by myself...dur-during the Games!" I stopped in my tracks-the only thing I could do to stop from having a mental breakdown.

"Jordan..." My mom began, crouching in front of me. "It'll be fine, Kristy Odair will stop by every day and check on you like normal."

"But...what about at night?" I asked.

"There's a phone in you're bedroom, and Kristy has one too. Got it Jordan?"

I nodded, then continued walking towards the square. I signed in, and silently walked towards the 12 square. I stood patiently, ready to get this over with.

"Welcome, welcome to the Reaping of the 34th Annual Hunger Games!" Our escort, Daniel Stewart, exclaimed. "As usual, we will start with the ladies!" We walked over to the Reaping ball, grabbed a slip, and read into the microphone-"CASCADE ROBINS!"

I noticed a form moving out of the 18 square. I could only see her face for a second, but behind that makeup was a determined and angry face. She legitimately stomped up to the stage.

"Okay then, onto the boys," Daniel picked a paper right off the top, and read aloud- "Jordan Flanagan!"

My feet wouldn't move. A few boys around me who somewhat knew me from school tried to push me onto the walkway, but I was frozen in place. I was a stone, feeling no emotion. Then I broke, and every emotion flooded in at once, along with the urge to run. So I ran to the stage, knowing I could get shot on the spot otherwise.

"Our tributes for District 4!"

Justice Building

Cascade Robins' POV

I lay my head onto the back of the couch, waiting for me to just die. Can I do that now? Just...go? Disappear from the face of the earth. This is not happening, I can't be a tribute. I can't, I can't, I CAN'T!

"Three minutes," a voice announced as Via walked in.

"Cascade...I don't even know where to begin!" Via cried out. She grabbed my hand. "DON'T LEAVE ME! DON'T LEAVE ME WITH A SULKING FORD! THE WORLD CAN ONLY TAKE ONE SULKER AT A TIME!" She was shaking me now, and I knew she was deeply afraid for me.

"Via, really, I'll be fine," I told her, tearing away. "Just...have a little faith?"

"Okay," Via pouted, then she smiled. "For you. For you, I'll stay positive."

"Thanks."

"Okay, uh, let's see," Via pondered for a moment. "Even though you're a tribute...uh...if you survive you'll be a Victor! Yayy!"

"Thanks again," I told her, smiling.

"Oh! Do you have a token?" She asked. I shook my head. She took out her bronze hair clip and placed it in my hand. "Take it!"

Before I could reject, the Peacekeeper cam in to escort her out. My parents walked in next.

"Cascade!" My mom cried, running to me. She encased me into her arms, and sobbed. "I thought Miami would be the last one..."

Miami is my older sibling, would be around 25 if she was alive. She was mom's first kid, and was Reaped at 14. She died in the bloodbath.

"Cascade, don't let me lose you! You're all I have in the world!" Mom said through tears.

"What about Coral and Bolton?" I asked.

"We both know Bolton's a jerk, and Coral see's me as just a caretaker," mom cried. "You see me as what I should be, and it's not hidden by idiotness."

"What you're mom's trying to say," dad whispered, sitting on my other side. "Is that we love you."

"I love you guys too," I whispered.

"Time's up," the Peacekeeper walked in, and had to tear mom away from me. My last visitor walked in, and this time I was the one to run and embrace.

"Ford..." I whispered.

"Cassie, it's going to be fine," he soothed. "It's just a game. A strategy game."

"I like strategy games," I whispered.

"And you're good at them," He reminded me. "Just imagine you are your game piece, okay?"

"O-Okay."

"I won't make you promise to come back," he told me. "But promise me you'll die with a purpose. You'll die trying to survive."

"Of course."

Jordan Flanagan's POV

"Three minutes."

"Kristy!" I cried out.

"Jordan!" Kristy came and sat beside me. "I'm so sorry for what happened!"

"It's fine, Kristy," I whispered.

"Hey, look on the bright side!" Kristy exclaimed. "You'll see your mom a lot. She'll be one of your mentors!"

Kristy began talking again, but I was already being taken into the realm of nightmares.