Haha, so hey guys I'm back. The sponsorship points will be done soon, but we're nowhere near the games yet, so I'll wait. I should do them before '13 though.

Personally I think that if Angelina was in the Percy Jackson/Olympians series, she'd be either a daughter of Bellona, Ares, or Nike.

50 sponsor points to anyone who can correctly guess the peacekeeper's first name! (Hint: It's a girl) The name will be released during the District One/Twelve train rides.

And if you don't mind, care to shed some light on my other stories and review them for me? Tell me how I'm doing please!

~Angelina "Angie", Age 20~

Of course I'm volunteering! Why wouldn't I? Of course, there is the fact that that I'm obsessed with the games and will probably be the leader of the Careers (even though since the 90th games there have been five Career districts) and massacre everyone. But that's ok! And… Eevie. My seven year old sister. She's the only reason I even want to stay here.

I'm a very passionate person, and I like to please others. I am always… "out there" and I do anything anyone else does. For example, one of our victors, Cassiandria (86th games, won at the age of fifteen, the youngest victor from our district since the 9th games), got a pixie-cut last year, so I did too. It still looks great on us. Mirial Luxion, another girl in my age group, once made a snide comment about me not being committed enough to my training, so I got a tattoo of the District's seal on my shoulder (a present from my mom on my seventeenth birthday). Of course I was devastated when they chose Mirial to be in the games when we turned eighteen. She didn't even win! She only placed thirteenth when she was offed by Kanaria, the girl from eleven who placed third to the girl from two and the girl from seven. Even the Academy apologizes to me because they know if they'd picked me, I would've won.

I promise to win. After all, I am easily the strongest tribute to go into the games for at least ten years, especially since the age limit has been raised and everyone is older, stronger this year. I may have trouble killing the little ones, but then again most of 'em will be gone by the end of the bloodbath, so they're bound to die anyway.

I fluff my hair that has gradually slipped out of a pixie cut for the most part. I trim it often, but it is getting longer. I look pretty good for someone who in only three weeks will be murdering dozens of people. I love my black heels. They have spikes, and perfectly compliment my red mini-dress.

Right before I step out the door, I hear a breaking news alert on our television. I race into the living room to see what it was, not caring if I'm slightly late to the reaping.

"Rebel outbreak in Districts Nine and Twelve. Hundreds killed, including the family of Graham Calder, five year old tribute from District Nine. Only his sister Cecily is said to have lived. She is in an extreme condition and may not survive. In District Twelve, Primrose Mellark, younger sister-in-law of Victor Peeta Mellark, has been taken into custody for killing a peacekeeper. The peackeeper's name is yet to be released by the family. More news to be announced at three 'o clock when the all of the reapings are over."

I keep forgetting that the outer districts have the reapings earlier than we do (except for Ten) because they have a different time zone than we do, meaning they have them an hour before we do.

But for the record, unless I change my mind, Graham is my kill. Nine has always been one of my least favorite districts other than eleven and twelve. I can't wait to watch the re-runs of the reapings in the train and see who I'm up against.

At least I'm at the reapings now. I was only five minutes late, and that's good because they are just finishing up with the video clip and are about to call the female names.

Checking in quickly, I rush to my spot as fast as I can in these heels, and I make it just in time to cry out, "I volunteer!" as they called the second female.

I am beckoned up by the escort, a crazy pervert guy named Rekk (who was a District Two victor from the 82nd games before he became an escort. He won his games by making it to the final eight, which consisted of him, his district partner, the females from seven, twelve, eight, and five, and the males from seven and ten. Then he cornered his ally and pinned her down. Then he continued to slice of her chest, and then he cut out her heart and kept it in an empty backpack. Gross, right? Well, he did that with every other girl in the arena. The males? He cut off their… yep, no explanation needed. The guy's a freak). I guess Snow thought it'd be funny fir our escort to be a perv. I nervously let him help me up, then I pull out some sanitizing wipes for my hand.

The other female is a slender but snarky girl named Everlee. She seems a good ally too, maybe almost as ruthless as me. I think I'll call her Ever. Why? It's just easier to remember.

When I see the first male, I am disgusted. He's a scrawny looking 'lil thing (only two years younger than me), but he looks strong. I still think he'll be weak and useless. When I'm the leader of the Careers, I'm kicking him out.

In all the fuss, I almost forgot about my only true friend… Jade. She is waving to me in the audience just as the second guy's name is called. A volunteer quickly takes his place, and Jade has her mouth open, eyes wide. She motions to the boy, and I look over.

The second guy… gosh. He's tall, buff, and sexy. I shake my head. No, I scold myself. Just because he's hot doesn't mean he's not going to kill you the first chance he gets. I can't afford to let some "guy" distract me. I came here for one thing… victory, nothing less.

~Everlee "Ever", Age 17~

I may be young, but that won't stop me. Just because I'm less experienced than the others doesn't mean anything. I still won't hesitate to swipe that grin off your face. That's right, I saw that. I see everything.

I'm curling my hair when the curler hits my thumb. I grit my teeth and breathe in. Luckily it's not worse, and although I do have a high pain tolerance, it still hurt. "Ah." I smile. My icy blonde hair looks perfect. The hairdo along with some leaf earrings definitely bring out my marble green eyes. Next up comes the outfit. I lightly pull up the silver dress, and then slip on the perfect pair of blue flats. Absolutely stunning is the only way I can describe it.

I kick up my heels as I run to my family. They nod at me, and we head out the door. My little sister Gabriella (whom I call Gabby) is eligible for the first time this year, as she is eleven now. She only slightly understands what is to take place soon, but not the "Killing! Blood! Death! Gore! More!" part. She is too little to get the full education. She still doesn't know where babies actually come from.

Arriving at the reapings, I look around for my friends. I see Lola near the front of the line to check in, and she waves. I wave back, then notice Dante in the eighteen year old male section, but he doesn't see me.

I get in line, and Lola looks back, then skips to my spot in line.

"Hey Everlee!" she says cheerfully. Lola is only seventeen, just like me. "You gonna volunteer this year?"

"I'll sure try!" I giggle. We smile, then move up a few spots.

We chat for a bit, then we check in and head to our section just in time to see our creepy escort step up and try talking to us, but I'm pretty sure no one was listening. He clicks on the lame video from our history. Fuck history, let's get to the fun stuff!

Eventually, the video turns off, and we look up at Rekk eager for the first name.

Lola looks at me, and we bump fists. "Volunteering?" she asks.

"I told you earlier!" she giggles, then fixes me with her mischievous smile and does her twinkle-eye thing. "Wait, you too?" I laugh, and she nods.

"I'll try!" she exclaims. We laugh together, then a voice jolts us out of our moment.

"Gabriella Johnson!"

"I volunteer!" I scream before I realize the name was my sister's. I can use this to my advantage… say that I volunteered to protect my sister and not because I already was going too. I walk up, and Rekk asks my name. "Everlee Johnson."

"Was that your sister?" he asks with a gleam in his eyes.

I nod. "I volunteered…" I let some tears spring to my eyes. Luckily I'm a good actress. "To- to save her."

He nods. "Someone else could've though."

"I know… I wanted it to be me to win for her." Shit, he kinda messed that up. Hopefully they still bought it.

It looks like the crowd did at least. They're cheering and some have tears rolling down their cheeks. Looks like I can do this acting thing!

My triumphant (and sappy) entrance is interrupted by a girl running down the aisle, just in time to dart into the twenty year old section and volunteer for the second name.

"Kiaria Weston!" A thirteen year old stands there, not worried one bit.

I flash a look at Lola right before the name so she has enough time to volunteer first… except she doesn't get first. She called it out a millisecond too late. The girl who was running down the aisle a moment ago is now strutting to the stage. Stupid girl. Now Lola won't be in with me. I guess that's for the best in the long run.

I meet the girl. Apparently her name is Angelina, but she said to call her Angie. Angie is very committed to the games. She'll be a great ally and competitor I think.

The men take their spots, and I scan them. One of them seems weak but competitive, and the other is hunky and sexy. These games will be interesting for sure.

We start head off to the buildings for goodbyes when it starts pouring the rain. Luckily for us, it's not that far away. All four of us take off running, and the crowd scatters except for the mine and the families of my fellow tributes, who follow us in.

First in is Lola. We talk for about five minutes, and then the peacekeeper drags her out. Literally drags her out of the room.

My family pours into the room after Lola is locked out. I say goodbye, and we have some very heartfelt conversations. I'm glad I have a family like them.

I'm about to start playing with my pearl bracelet (which doubles as my token) when my sister turns back after my parents leave. "Everlee… please win for me. I- I love you, and I want you to come back… in one piece." A tear rolls down her cheek, and she quietly closes the door behind her.

She gives me a moment to reflect on my choices in life. Is this really what I'm looking for? Am I really coming back alive? I shake my head. No time for second thought. I need to win this- not only for myself, but for my sister.

Gabby, I'll win for you, and that's a promise. And you know I never break my promises.

Hey peoples, I would add the boys, but I think this is good enough to stop here. I apologize to the boy I left out (but I didn't do mine!), but I promise to justify his life during the train rides.

There's a contest at the top, second paragraph!

~Next estimated update: July 26th

One last note before I go… Next week I'm going to start an acting/singing camp that will last three weeks. Sorry guys, but I promise I'll update as soon as I can. Thanks for standing with me during this journey, and I'm excited to adventure on with the company of some of the best people in the world… you guys. You rule! Love you guys!

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