Aloha my fellow readers! I apologize for being gone from Fanfiction for so long, but I have been busy with lots of other things, such as vacations, drawing, and my own social life. If any of you have stories that I read, trust me, I've read them al but have not had a chance to review.

As for the fate of my story, I have been having some trouble receiving a few of my chapters from my friend's computer, and as soon as we get that worked out I'll upload the rest of the chapters and start writing some new ones. I also am almost finished with our cover image for our story! I drew all 21 of the tributes that will survive the bloodbath in their reaping clothes on a piece of paper and outlined them with Sharpie. I'm either going to scan it onto my computer (with no color) or take a picture of it, convert it to paint, and do some digital work on it on my iPad (with color), which will take a bit longer. But either way I will have it ready in at least a week.

As for other things in my life I really need to put the most of my writing energy into my other story, which hasn't been updated since December. Yikes. And not to mention that school is just around the corner, so I will become busier and busier as time goes on.

So, in conclusion, I'm trying hard to get the rest of my chapters uploaded and the cover image done, but remember that I am very busy right now and don't have a lot of free time for other things.

I love you all,

~EnnixiaMaeLin

Now it's time for some story so that the moderators don't attack me again.

The young Avox girl placed the dismembered training dummy in her lap and opened up her sewing bag. As a 15 year old from district 8, the Capitol sought her out for training room clean up. Her job, along with two other Avoxes whose names and history were unknown to her, was to fix, clean, and disinfect all of the equipment so that it was ready for the next day.

She flipped her long, blonde ponytail over her small, frail shoulder and took out a single needle and a spool of tan thread. Today, she thinks that she will start with the arms. After readying her needle, she plunges in with a quick – but neat – zigzag stitch. The arms, legs, and head needed to be securely sewn onto the torso to avoid falling off so easily, and to simulate a real, stiff human body. After she finished sewing the right arm onto the body, she took out a canister of water from the bag and unscrewed the lid. Using her finger, she wet the tip of it and spread the water out onto the stitch, repeating several times. As she worked, the thread began to melt – or fuse – onto the fabric of the training dummy. After only a few minutes the repair stitching was completely gone and the arm was tightly attached. She repeated that process for the other arm, the legs, and the head before moving onto the slashes and cuts in various places.

As she began to sew up the first gash in the dummy's chest, she changed her sewing technique. Instead of using the zigzag stitch, she just used a simple, quick, straight stitch. After all, sunset had arrived, and all Avoxes are required to be in their chambers by nightfall. The girl still had two more dummies to do, and she was running out of time. After quickly sewing up the tears and wetting them with the tap water, she packed up the small bag stood up and moved onto the next one.

By the time she had made the dummies look like new again, the sun had disappeared and so it was time to pack up and leave. The other Avoxes had finished about a half hour ago, so she was all alone in the big, cold, dark, empty room. The 15-year-old slung the bag over her shoulder and started towards the exit. When she reached it, she turned around and surveyed the work she and her workmates had done to the room with her tired, blue eyes.

The wooden targets had all been repaired and repainted, the swords and axes and spears all perfectly in align against the wall, the colorful paints scrubbed clean off the blue mat, the knots gone from the slivers of golden rope she had helped to weave when she first arrived here two years ago, and her three training dummies standing tall in the middle of the room.

She them smiled, yawned, turned out the lights, and left.