Maya Spencer, age 17, District 1, Female.

As I was walking down the winding street, I couldn't help but sneer at the fallen rebels, destined for public execution. Daddy and I were just walking down the street, supervising the plans for the execution that would take place her in a few.

Daddy was a very powerful person. He worked with the Capitol himself. He helped create the idea of a Hunger Games. Unfortunately he made me keep his top secret Hunger games plan a secret. No matter how much I wanted to tell my loyal band of friends.

There was Jaimay, Keira, Catie. There were more of course. I can't name them all though.

I looked at the new scars lining my body. It was a shame to ruin this body, but I wanted to help bring the Capitol to victory. So using my strength and incredible beauty I went and fought for what my daddy believed in.

The rebels who were currently tied to the white peacekeepers sent me looks of absolute loathing. I gripped Daddy's arm and kept walking. They were just jealous of my looks and that I was smart enough to choose the winning side of the rebellion. I stuck my chin into the air and kept walking. Daddy had said he had a meeting with the mayor.

Something to do with the Games. I didn't have all the details yet, but I couldn't wait to find them out. Daddy had just dropped little bombs like that it would involve ALL the Districts and, maybe a shortage of rebels. Now that was something I wanted to be a part of.

It was pretty chilly today. The wind was blowing my soft brown curls into my hazel eyes. I hurriedly brushed them out of my face with pure annoyance. As I kept brushing my curls away daddy came to a stop in front of the Mayor's house. I didn't like the mayor.

He always acted so horrible to me. Calling me spoiled. Behind my back of course, but I had my ways. He also thought that he was better than my daddy.

My daddy's deep voice brushed me out of my thoughts. I stopped trying to brush my curls away and looked up to meet his eyes. "Maya darling, daddy needs to go see the mayor to discuss… the Games. You just stay here, pumpkin." He then let go of my hand and walked up the steps to the mansion. Those were the first words he had spoken to me in a long time. He had been too worked up in all his fancy capitol business.

That's OK with me though, I learned to live without love the second he was deported to a higher rank in the war efforts. I had tried to gain his attention buy joining the leading attacks. I was a proud Loualist, and an even better shooter. They didn't realize, but I was so young, my talent was being wasted at the back, so they moved me up. Leading attacks! It was great, I thought for sure he would notice me then, but he didn't.

Now we barely spoke a word to each other.

I stood outside in my nice blue dress daddy had given to me for my birthday. I remember the girl in my school who criticised it. She was just jealous that I got to skip school because I joined the army and that my daddy was much better than hers. I gave that girl a good piece of my mind.

And a slap to the face. She cried right there in the hallways and skipped school the following morning.

I remember how in school had to continue in some districts while the war was going on. Like District 1. The cold breeze brought me back to my senses. What was I doing just standing here! Nobody tells me what to do. Not even daddy.

With that I ruffled my hair, giving it the extra Poof, that it needed, I creaked open the door. The mayor house was fantastic, one to rival ours. I opened the door just enough so that i could fit inside the creek. I needed to find my daddy, tell him to never leave me outside in the cold ever again. Even if it was only 14 degrees.

I opened and closed doors, hoping to find the mayor. I grumbled as dress got caught on a nail jutting out of the wall. Now daddy would have to buy me a new one! I wanted to whine about it right then and there. I wanted to scream, shout a bit if necessary. But I couldn't

I looked at the rip as I tugged my dress free from its captors. I would have whined in the hallway, but then I remembered that I was on a stealth mission to find my daddy.

I then found a big room. I thought it was big at least, the door was bigger than me so it had to be something important.

Bigger is better.

I slightly cracked open the door to hear the voice of our pudgy mayor and my father's elegant, deep and soothing voice. I smirked, just seeing the two in comparison was something to laugh about. I pitied the daughter of our mayor.

"Your daughter's name will be in the ballots, you know we can't make any exceptions." The mayor voice made me cringe. My daddy deserved that position, not this man, but I did quite like my daddy's current job of working with the Cap.

"You know I am a very powerful man. I can get many things." Daddy is a very powerful man. The mayor should know this already, he isn't an idiot. I could feel myself mentally rolling my eyes, can I actually take back my last statement?

"So? My son's name will also be in the ballots. And if he gets reaped I will have to pray that someone will volunteer! Your daughter will be no different. And who's to say she won't volunteer."

"Maya wouldn't. She wouldn't volunteer. And her name will not be put into the ballots!"

"Your daughter would be no different than the other twenty-three tributes who will be sent off to their deaths. If she gets reaped or decides to Volunteer!" the mayor was really starting to raise his voice now. And I didn't like what they were talking about. Death Games?

"Maya can't go off into the games! She's just a kid. I need her to continue the family business!" Was that the only reason Daddy kept me around? My smile started to drop. I didn't even care that my hair no longer had its signature poof to it. I crinkled my nose in disgust. Maybe my father wasn't so great after all.

"And the other twenty-three tributes won't be kids? Won't have families?"

"But they will be rebels." My father sneered at the last part.

I very slowly closed the door drowning out the sounds of my daddy's and the mayor's conversation. Then I thought back onto it. Maybe if I volunteered for these games then daddy would want to keep me around for more than just continuing the family business. I crossed my arms, honestly nobody deserved this much of my attention, yet somehow he was getting it.

And to be honest, I was not the first person you'd want taking over a business. Maybe my father just hadn't come to terms with that yet. I

walked out of the mayor's mansion and took my place at the entrance of the house. Deciding that I would volunteer for these games. It also had something to do with rebels. Something to do with hurting them, daddy had mentioned death.

Less rebels would be nice. I can imagine, killing them with my guns, but that would be too quick. No, they al deserved, slow and painful deaths. Maybe a little torture, yes! That would be... Perfect.

Yes, I would volunteer for whatever these Hunger games were. Can you imagine? I would be great and the honours of course! Daddy had mentioned something about great honours. I licked my lips slyly.

A few minutes later Daddy came out of the house. I latched onto his arm. We were now going to see the public executions. Daddy and I got front row seats. I crinkled my nose in disgust at the rebels. They were all idiots. I wondered if Midas would be up there, maybe Midas was already dead. I sure hoped he was, he was dead to me. He had gone over to the other side. The rebel side. So really, I kind of hoped he was under one of those masks.

The gun fired and I couldn't help the smile creeping onto my face. I was sick and twisted, but it felt good. So good in fact, that maybe, just maybe, it made me want to volunteer even more.

Volunteering for some games I didn't even properly understand. Now that was bold, but bold is exactly what I am.

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"You're a bitch, you know that right?" A girl, maybe a year younger than me, was talking to me at school. But it was not something nice, far from it actually. I looked her up and down, she was pretty-ish.

She had long blonde hair, that touched a little below her elbows, it was straight, not at all wavy like mine, which was currently in a high bony tail. My brown locks were slowly flying out of it though, Steiger into my face every time the wind blew. Her eyes, unlike my Hazel ones, were brow, practically black pupils. I crinkled my nose, it just didn't go well, with her outfit either. I decieded right then and there, that this girl was not pretty, far from it, according to me. And my friends once I gossip about it to them at lunch.

"If I'm the bitch than you're slut. To be honest at first I just thought you were fat, but we can now clearly see that you're pregnant! How does it feel, to be a soon-to-be mother?"

I felt a hand raise and I smacked mine against it, five fingers on five. She turned and ran. I could hear some sort of whimper coming from her, like I cared. I continued on my way, winking at a boy with brown hair, green eyes and a very lean build on my way to class.

I say him blush before turning away to face his friend, a red-head with striking blue eyes. I smiled, I loved power. And power I was gonna get, once I won the Hinger Games.

Thanks OoOgx1256 for Maya, it was fun writing her. The District 2F position is now filled and the District 8F is reserved. Just a heads up for anyone wanting to submit for them. I'll be posting the districts on my profile for all the available tributes. The next tribute up is Diana Riverton :)