Hey! I know I said something like 1 per day, but I wanted to post this one, it's ready to rumble! Ok, so I want to send out a thank you to Hawk04! For reviewing this story! And an answer to your question, the games is part 2, but It's coming quickly, I promise. Part 2 will have the same title, except will have a big PART 2 after it :P Anyway, thank you all and Read and Review!

District 11
Cherry Kayelle was fourteen years old, but smaller than the average fifth grader. Her sisters had always been worried about her being reaped and for her first two reapings, was protected by her sisters' promises that they would be there for her.
But now the closest sister in age to her, Galena, was nineteen and too old to be in the reaping..
Being small wasn't all bad, especially not living in District 11 with the extreme strictness of the Peacekeepers there. Nobody really notices you.
A week ago they shot a big muscular girl named Edda Bryant because they suspected her of stealing some peaches.
Of course, she knew for a fact that it was actually Forrest Vyle, who had later sold them for a very nice profit.

Chris Nayler was famous in his district these days, almost as famous as the notorious orchard robber, Forrest Vyle, for being related to the guy who almost won the Hunger Games.
He got to the top five, and in 11 no one really noticed because they were too busy turning over grain bins and breaking clocks.
But Chris did. No one ever really thought Thresh had any emotions, but Chris knew his cousin almost better than he knew himself.
Then Thresh had been brutally killed by the boy from 2, which just added to the fire already in District 11.
Chris saw someone dart into the closest apple orchard. The person looked around a thick trunked tree to see if anyone was watching, and Chris tackled him.
It was Forrest Vyle.
A Peacekeeper came around the other side of the fence. "I heard a commotion!" he barked. "What is going on over here!"
Chris held Forrest up by the back of his shirt.
"You know who this guy is?"

"Cherry Kayelle."
There were people screaming. Cherry thought it might be her sisters. She wasn't sure, however. Her knees gave way, and her friend Cordelia Mothwing caught her.
"You don't have to win. Just survive," she whispered.

No way. Just no way. Chris stood, dumbfounded.
First Thresh, now him? He knew why they did it, of course. In the Capitol it was first rate entertainment, seeing the relative of another year's tribute compete in a Games.
IT WAS ALL FOR THEIR STUPID TELEVISION SHOW!

District 12
If District 12 was a bad place to live before the rebellion, it was a really bad place to live after the rebellion.
Most people lived in small tents that were really garbage sacks taped together with very un-sticky masking tape. Even the people who were merchants and had houses on the main roads were living alongside people from the Seam because of the bombings that had demolished the whole district.
In fact, the only thing they'd left standing was the Victors Village.
School had been cancelled due to lack of supplies, which left most kids from the ages of five to eighteen bored, including fifteen year old Dina Fry.
Peeta Mellark had been giving out food and other necessities from his Victor winnings, but recently they had stopped coming, to Peeta and Haymitch, probably because the Capitol wasn't too happy with them.

But District 12 isn't too happy with the Capitol right now, either.

The District 12 bombing
It had been an average day for everyone in District 12. David W. Sternam, the tailor of District 12's son, had been delivering a package to the baker when it happened.
The baker had just paid him and he was about to leave when a huge gust of wind came over the street. Looking up, he saw an enormous hovercraft. A hatch in the bottom opened and he could see Peacekeepers clad in white at the edge, yelling orders.
And that was the last thing he saw before the explosions began.

District 13, about three weeks after the bombing
The room David woke up in was white and bright, and there were people staring down at him. One turned to the door and called out, "Somebody get Plutarch! He's awake!"
An anxious looking man that he recognized as one of the Gamemakers came into the room. "Do you know your name, boy?" he asked immediately.
His brain was foggy, they had probably given him some kind of sedative but he could still remember that.
"David," he said, but his voice came out as barely more than a soft, whispery croak. Talking didn't feel right, and moving any muscles in his face caused extreme pain on the right side.
"You were very brave. Everyone was surprised you lived, being where you were at the time... the baker and his family all perished."
David tried to sit up but he couldn't. Then he saw his arms, bright red against the white sheets. There were ugly burns everywhere.
"What's wrong with me?" he asked, but again it only came out as a croaky whisper.
Plutarch looked at his shoes. "There's really no easy way to put it..."
David stared at him with a blank expression.
"District 12 was bombed by the Capitol. You were in one of the spots hit the hardest, and, well..."
Plutarch picked up a mirror from the bedside table and held it up to David.
The ugly, red burns were covering the entire right side of his face so that he was almost unrecognizable.
All he could do was stare in horror at what he had become.

District 12...or what's left of it. The reaping.
Huh. Well...this girl, Dina Fry, was called. So where is she? Dina thought. She turned around to see if the girl was behind her when someone chortled.
That was when she realized that it was HER who had been reaped.
Blushing, she made her way to the stage and stood there while Effie Trinket called the boy's name.
"David Sternam."
Wait, she knew that name. He was the one who...
As he came up she saw him for the first time after the bombing. It was worse than everyone had said. The burns really were hideous. When they shook hands she couldn't even look at him in the terror of what he had been through and survived.