I decided to make a new website about the tributes! You know to see how they look and facts and stuff. Here's the link, oh and something else. Those people are the CLOSEST thing I could get, not exactly it but it gives you an idea. Some may look a bit different, some may look older. I only have a few so far, you can send me recommendations for some characters too!

Thanks for reading!

Oh, and I need a D2 girl!

District 8 Female and Male: Emily Fia Marter and Sage Seymour

"AUNT SO! COLE DUMPED CHOCOLATE MILK INTO THE WATER AND MY CLOTHES ARE ALL BROWN NOW!"

"NAH-NAH-NAH BOO BOO!"

"I'M GOING TO GET YOU, YOU LITTLE DEVIL!"

CLANG! CRASH! SPILL! CRASH! BOOM! BAM! CLASH! FALL! HIT! CRY! FIGHT!

"MMMMOOOOOMMMM! RAY IS STARING AT ME!"

"MMMOOMMMMYYY-BBOOO! LEE-LUH HICK ME!"

"I DID NOT HIT YOU RAY! YOU LITTLE LIA-"

"MMMUUUUHHH-MMMUUUUHHHH! LEE-LLUH IS CURTING!"

"LIAR IS NOT A BAD WORD!"

"YES-UH!"

"NUH-UH!"

"MMMUUUHH-MUUUHHHH! LEE-LUH IS CURTING ME!" *sniffle, sniffle, cry*

"OH MY LORD, aren't you learning anything?! NUH-UH IS NOT A BAD WORD!"

"MMMUUUHH-MUUUHHH, LEE-LUH IS A CINNA!"

"I. AM. NOT. A. SINNER. BECAUSE I HAVEN'T DONE ANYTHING WRONG! MOTHER! TELL RAY TO SHUT UP AND MIND HIS OWN BUSINESS!"

"MMMUUUUH-MMUUUH, LEE-LUH SET SHUCK UP!"

"I SAID SHUT UP NOT SHUCK UP!"

"WELL EITHER WAY IT ISN'T VERY PLEASANT LILY."

"THANK YOU VERY MUCH, ABBEY! WHOSE SIDE ARE YOU ON? MY SIDE OR THE BABY'S?"

"IF I HAD THE CHOICE, THE BABY'S. NOW WHERE'S THAT LITTLE-I'VE GOTCHA PUNK! OUCH, DON'T HIT ME YOU-"

"GET OFF ME YOU SLUG!"

"I wonder Francoise, if we EVER teached them the word 'Dad' or 'Father?'" my mom said while rolling her eyes and my father chuckled, following her so that they could help my crazed siblings and cousin.

"Oh my gosh," Mia said looking at me with exasperated eyes, "why can't we be more civilized or anything in this house?"

"You shouldn't be so negative about everybody else," I grumbled to my 11 year old sister Mia. "Just imagine when you were 6, Lily was 4 and Cole was 2."

"Gosh, that must have been horrible! Was I much of a trouble?" asked Mia and I groaned while eating my oatmeal.

"You were MUCH more than a trouble, YOU WERE A DISASTER! If it weren't for me, you would have turned this whole house into an aquarium! Fortunately, I stopped you when the water was knee-level!" I said and she just grinned.

"So, were YOU a trouble?" asked Mia and Abbey sat down in front of Mia and next to me, grinning at us mischievously.

"Whatcha talkin' 'bout punks?"

"I'm asking Emmy if she was a troublemaker when she was small," said Mia and Abbey snorted.

"She wasn't even close to BAD! She was a little angel, I swear! Didn't cry much, didn't eat much, didn't sleep too much and she didn't poo in her diapers that much! That was my lucky year, the next years, a.k.a. as the remaining 4 of you..." she eyed Mia, Lily, Cole, and Ray, "were the Great Depression years for me."

We laughed and soon, mom and dad made everybody sit down in the table so that we could eat breakfast. There was mom who is 40, dad who is 43, there was Abbey my favorite cuz who is 19, then me (I'm 13), then Mia who's 11, then Lily who's 9, then Cole who's 7 and then little Ray who was 2 and the baby of the family.

My cuz came here a few months before I was born since her parents died of a sudden illness, and our house started out as a one-floor house with a kitchen, living and a corner for a bedroom. When I came, dad made another floor for me and Abbey, which was all cricket, cracked and not...safe, but it allowed us more space.

Then Mia came and then Lily, so the 4 of us share an entire floor together and then when Colten came dad had to make ANOTHER weird floor and that's where he slept. Then, Ray came and he sleeps up now. Plus, Abbey moved upstairs with the boys because she's so tomboy and argues that it's too squishy with us 3.

We get ready, I get in my mill uniform, Mia and Lily are apprentices for a dress company for the Capitol, Colten is going to the cotton fields nearby (importing from 11 has been expensive) to pick cotton and Abbey is going to the place where they make cotton into thread and silk. Dad goes to the cotton fields too and mom stays home.

I went out and met with my BFF, Kenzie but she would like it more if you called Ken-Z, she says it looks cooler and sounds cooler...but it's basically the same thing.

"Hey girl," she said, "I got some hot chocolate! Want some?"

"First," I said grabbing it the second bottle, it's not everyday that you drink hot chocolate, "why would anybody buy hot chocolate in the middle of summer?"

"Dunno," said Kenzie, "but it's free, it's good."

"Good point," I say sipping it, "where did you even GET IT? You know we can't afford these things, right?"

"Right," said Ken-Z, "dad got it somehow, we've got 5 gallons because he was called 'Best Worker of the Month.'"

"That's awesome," I said and suddenly she squeals and hides behind me. I look around and it's just people walking. The only thing that's familiar are the Seymour Twins, Sadie and Sage. Sadie goes to the same apprentice as Mia and Lily. And Sage works in a nearby factory, I see him in school and he's nice to me.

Then, I notice him coming to me while Sadie waves to him and walks slowly to the apprentice's dress shop. Sage waves to me and I wave back, Ken-Z whispers, "Oh my gosh, oh my gosh..."

"Hey Emmy," he says.

"Hey Sage," I say.

"How are you?" he asks.

"I'm good, thanks," I say.

Wow, we're so awesome in talking right? We're just EXTREMELY social people!

"Hey, er...Sadie told me to tell you something since she doesn't really know you and I sorta do..."

"Yeah?"

"Well, she says that Mia and Lily, your little sisters are good at what they do and sorta cute lookin' but that they annoy her to hell. So...would you tell them to stop bothering Sadie? She doesn't want to break their little feelings."

"Little feelings?" I snorted. "Okay dude, I really wish I could help you and Sadie but MAN, they ANNOY ME! They annoy EVERYBODY. There's no remedy and I live with her. So just tell her to deal it herself and try to go on by ignoring them."

"Thanks Emmy," he said waving a pale and skinny hand at me and I wave back.

Then we continue walking and Ken-Z pops out and she squeals, "OMG! THAT WAS SAGE SEYMOUR!"

I look at her warily while sipping my hot chocolate, "So?"

"SO? She's officially in Sonia's HOT BOY list! He's Number 1 and I'm literally melting from his heat!" said Ken-Z and I spit the mouthful of hot chocolate.

"WHAT? Sage Seymour...HOT? Three words that don't fit in a sentence! Even PATCHOULI LEVI is more handsome than HIM!" I say.

"Ew...Patchouli Levi? You still remember him?" says Ken-Z, we're nearer to the factory now and we see other girls coming too.

"Of course I remember HIM! He sat right next to me!" I say to Ken-Z while I open the huge gates of the factory. The bad thing of the factory is that the work is plenty and the place's condition is horrible. The good thing, is that you could talk the whole time, IF you worked fast.

We sat in our seats, 1 minute and the machines will turn on.

Sonia and Fern, my other friends, sit in front of us and Sonia squeals, "OMG! Guess who's the NEW, NUMBER 1 HOT BOY RIGHT NOW?"

"Sage Seymour," I say warily, "we met him just right now and Kenzie was squealing her lungs out like a demented dolphin."

We laughed and Kenzie scowled, "I did not...I was just surprised."

"Yeah, surprised," said Fern rolling her eyes. "Anyways...OMG! Really? What did he say?"

"He asked me for my sisters to stop bothering his, Sadie Seymour," I said. "But you know my sisters..."

DI-SASTER!" sing-songed Sonia as the machine turned on and the thread came in and we had to sew it and you know, repair the ones before us if they didn't. My fingers, used to the work move quickly and I go on talking.

"But what's so special about Sage Seymour? And he's like...what, 16?"

"Age doesn't matter in love," said Sonia dreamily, "dad is like 5 years older than my mom. The eyes of Sage Seymour..."

"Oh yes!" said Fern. "Those beautiful eyes, mysterious and icy, just purely hypnotizing!"

We go on chatting and working when suddenly, I feel a tap on my back. I turn and see the inspector, Inspector Jeffries looking at me with his cold gray eyes.

"Yes, sir?" I ask.

"You are the Marter girl?" he asked.

"Y...Yeah? What's happening?" I asked as he pulled me away from my post and a little girl sat on my seat and my friends quiet around her.

"You're getting promoted, to the male factory. $30 an hour. Now, HURRY UP! Don't be such a slug, ugh, women..."

O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O- O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-

I don't know how someone has to lose an arm just for sewing stuff.

I MEAN, Leonard, the dude who sits next to me was sewing when one day, he pinched his finger and some blood was starting to ooze off. He shrugged it off and continued.

The next day, his fingers was green and then after a few days, the whole hand was infected and it was bulging bigger and bigger until it was as big as a balloon. He went on and then his arm got so infected that he had to chop it off.

For weeks, the seat next to me was empty and the guys and I were wondering who the new boy would be when we just saw Inspector Larkham come to this seat with a...

Girl.

All the boys were pretty much shocked, not that it bothered us much, it's the GIRL who we were looking at. Emmy. Emily Fia Marter. One of the prettiest ones in the District, and there aren't many. Only 30 in the whole District? Emmy's really pretty, her smooth brown hair is tied up in a braid crown and her eyes are big, almond-shaped and deep brown. She has a beautiful face that's perfectly carved and she smiles shyly at us.

"WHAT ARE YOU ALL LOOKING AT? HURRY UP AND WORK!" snapped Inspector Larkam and we turned our heads to the threads.

She sits next to me and isn't much worse than us, she's actually a bit better than us, her fingers are wrinkled and full of holes but she's quick and her threads are almost perfect. The guys here can talk as long as everything is being done fast.

I hear murmurs of everything.

"-new! Really hot-"

"-have a boyfriend? Dude I don't think I have the guts-"

"-love those eyes, like deep brown gems-"

"Hey mate," said my friend Zack who was next to me, "can you tell the girl next to you that I want to be her boyfriend and if she has one?"

Everybody whipped their heads to me and I shrugged, "All right."

It seemed hard for Emmy not to notice but she didn't and kept on working, determination and concentration on her face.

"Hey Emmy," I say and she says:

"Tell your sister to deal with it, she won't break my sisters' 'little feelings' because they won't cry for THAT. I mean, isn't she like 5 years older than Mia and 7 more than Lily, Sage?"

I smirk and say, "It's not that, Zack says he wants to be your boyfriend, do you have any?"

She looks at me and rolls her eyes, "Then tell him that I don't want to and if he still does, tell him that my father will go with his rifle in the middle of the night to Zachary Main's house (that's the Zack you're referring right?) and holler at the window."

I laugh and dozens of pairs of eyes glare at me, wanting to be me. I turn to Zack, "Surely you've heard that?"

"Yeah," mumbled Zack.

"What's the matter with everybody? This is like the 15th time today somebody asks me to be his girlfriend," continues Emmy talking to me, "it's really annoying."

"It's just that like, all the boys in the factory have a crush on you," I say and she looks at me quizically.

"Do you?"

Crap. She got me, red-handed, I do have a crush on her but it wouldn't be very good to say it, right? Embarassing! The good Sage and the bad Sage talk to me.

Good Sage: Tell her! You can express your love for her!

Bad Sage: DON'T tell her! Break her heart!"

And they go on when Emmy asks, "S-Sage? You all right? You're sorta zoned out, I've got to fix your threads and Inspector Larkam is coming..."

"Oops, sorry," I say doing 3 threads extra fast and pass them on to Emmy who continues sewing and fixing and mending.

"You're really good at this," I say and she shrugs.

"You're way FASTER than I am," she says, we go on until there are only a few hours left for the Reaping. We are dismissed and we dash out.

I meet Sadie in the fountain and she looks at me, "What did she say little brother?"

We're twins but Sadie was born 15 minutes earlier than me and that makes me her little brother, she uses her 'big sister' title pretty often.

"She said that there's no remedy and you should just ignore them," I say as we go back to the orphanage, "she lives with them after all."

"That must be a nightmare," muttered Sadie and started complaining about how annoying Mia and Lily were.

There are 2 orphanages, the public orphanage (AN: Where Maudlin is!) and there's also a private orphanage, Sadie and I live in the private orphanage, because dad paid in advance, when mom died having us.

The private orphanage is in good conditions, we have a good bed and good clothes but not-so good food. Just average, and if it were better, I wouldn't be as skinny as I am. My ribs really prominent.

We go in and Madam Lanes escorts us to our room (they have private rooms for each kid or siblings) and there we take turns in the bath. After I finish showering and Sadie goes, I dress in a white shirt, brown coat, brown pants and shoes. Then I read my survival book when Sadie, fully dressed snatches it.

"DON'T worry little brother, you won't get chosen."

"Chances are," I muttered, "let's go."

We go out there and then we line up. Everybody looks nervous and pale, like I do but Sadie just stands there like we were just in lines to hear a simple speech from our headmistress.

After Vainilla Butterfyeyes just finishes her dumb speech she goes to the Reaping.

"MAUDLIN ROSE BUTTERN!"

A girl from the public orphanage goes up shaking and a bit scare, then she smiles a really fake laugh which doesn't charm us but sort of disgusts everybody and then waves.

It's like she thinks she has a chance.

"PATCHOULI LEVI!"

PATCHOULI? The Patchouli who sat in the corner of the class, dressed all black and suddenly disappeared from our lives? It's been AGES since I've ever seen him, can you believe that one day we were best mates?

He goes up, he's obviously well covered up but there are some bruises and cuts under his skin. His parents never beat him...so that's weird.

"EMILY FIA MARTER!"

Emmy.

Emmy going to the Games? WHY? She won't live, I assure you and I hold my breath as she goes up, tears flowing down her eyes. It pains for me to look.

"SAGE SEYMOUR!"

I am shocked. I nearly even cry not because I'm dying but because Sadie is going to be alone. With nobody to talk to. To love. To mess around with.

That's when I know I've got to survive, I go up the podium and put on my bravest face, I look serious even as the small stream of tears flow down through my eyes.

I look at the crowd and sigh. I can live. I've got a goal. I've got determination. Concentration. And I am really good with a bow and arrow, like Kat-I mean, you-know-who.

She won and so will I.