I was super happy at the fact that so many people submitted characters! If you submitted one, it made it in. I may have changed the age, though, and the district. And when I say with knowing Hunger Games and without, it means do they know and/or read the Hunger Games or not. There are still spots open, so keep going!

And this story is written in 3 different POVs. Tyler, Mikayla and Shay all have major parts in this, and with them you get to see all points of the story.

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"Do you think I'm special? Do you think I'm nice? Am I bright enough to shine in your spaces?" OneRepublic, All the Right Moves

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Tyler POV

I was halfway to the practice park behind the school when it happened. A screech of breaks, and several screams alerted me of the crash. I ran over to the lower parking lot, along with a ton of other curious students. Who was this crash involving?

We were all jostled and shoved around as everyone tried to get closer. The car of the head cheerleader was smashed into a lamp post, wraping around it at a gross angle. She must have been texting or something. Amazingly, she was out of the car with only a gash in her arm and a bloody nose, which a teacher was helping her with.

"Tyler Lawden?" someone yelled across the grounds. I recondnized the voice as belonging to Jimmy, a fellow baseball player.

"Here!" I yelled across the lot. Everyone was talking, and frantically whipping out cell phones, so I really had to make myself heard.

"Dude, your girlfriend," was all I could make out above the drone of the crowd, but it was enough. A cold sweat broke out all over my body, and I shoved and fought to get through the crowd.

"Move out of the way," I grunted. After what seemed like a millennium, I broke through. The EMTs had just arrived, and I saw one of them loading Shay into an ambulance.

"Where are you taking her?" I heard Britta, Shay's sister, ask an EMT.

"Children Trauma. It's the closest to here." The EMT loaded himself into one of the three ambulances that showed up and sped off.

Britta spotted me. "Tyler, get into the car," she commanded, running off to her little green clunker, keys in hand. I obeyed without question. Jimmy could talk to coach and cover for me. Brit peeled out of the parking lot and down the road.

"What happened?" she hissed out, knuckles white on the wheel. You had to admit, for a 19 year old, she was pretty intimidating. "I drive up to pick up all of you guys because I got off work early, and I come up to this."

"I left them to walk home alone because of baseball. I wasn't there, and I feel like crap. If I didn't run off so suddenly, we would have talked for a few more minutes, and..." I trailed off.

"Don't talk like that," scolded Brit. "It didn't even look that bad; just some bruising and stuff. Most likely a concussion in all three." She shivered. "It could have been worse."

That's why I liked Brit. She was just an overall cool person.

We arrived at the hospital, barely avoiding running a traffic light. Brit parked as close as she could, and we both sprinted inside. The nurse directed us to a waiting room for emergency patients, and we sat and waited in silence.

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Shays hand in mine felt cold. I rubbed it, trying to warm it, but it was useless. Her hands were always cold, and it was one of the things you just got used to.

Brit had signed her out, being her legal guardian, and we were headed to her home. Shockingly, no one had any head damage other then minor bruising. It amazed the doctors a lot. With all the angles and stuff, at least one of them should have a cracked skull. I was just insanely grateful for the miracle that spared my best friends.

All of them were silent, which was odd. Not as odd for Shay, but more so for Mikayla and Taylor. They could never shut up. But when I last saw them in the hospital, all I caught was a strangled whisper of the word seven, over and over, from Mikayla, and a request to go home. It was odd, but the doctors said it was just trauma, and they would be back to normal in no time.

Shay jumped. "Taylor? Where are we?" she whispered in a hoarse voice. I just barely caught it, and was confused. Taylor?

"I'm Tyler." She looked up at me, eyes blank. "Taylor's waiting for his parents. And we're in the car with Brit, going to your house." She nodded, painfully slow, and went back to looking at the floor.

Something odd was going on.

"Tyler, we're pulling in," Brit said, reminding me to look up. I did, and saw we were only a few houses away from mine. In other words, we were at Brits place.

"I'll help Shay up to her room," I said.

Brit nodded. "I'll get dinner ready. Do you like cheeseburger tacos?"

I shrugged, and turned back to Shay. She was looking out the window, her face still blank. It scared me.

Brit pulled into the garage, and I helped Shay into the house and up to her room, balancing her backpack in one arm. Once up there, I remembered my book report.

"Hey, Shay? Could I take the book with me, so I can read in tommorrow and have it finished by Sunday?" I asked her. Shays eyes looked up at me blankly. "You know, the Hunger Games."

A look of incredible terror flashed across her face. Her head was moving back and forth, and her hands were shaking. "Hunger Games," she said, squinting up her eyes. She looked from side to side, and whispered a few more unintelligible things.

Almost as fast as it came, the weird emotion shift left. Her arms dropped down to the sides, and her face went blank.

I looked at her. "You okay?"

She nodded slowly.

I leaned in and hugged her. "I'm going to just get the book off your shelf and take it with me." I reached over and did just that, then took her hand. She grabbed mine back after a few seconds, and I lead her downstairs.

"Tacos are ready," Brit said, turning around. "I'm glad I prepared this yesterday, saved me a lot of time." She put the plate down on the small round kitchen table. "Lets eat."

I grabbed a few blue plates and some cups from the cupboard, and put them on the table. Brit dished up her cheeseburger tacos onto each plate, and we all dug in.

Normally, when eating at the house of two teenage girls, I would feel pretty guilty for taking up food. But when their parents passed a few months ago, they left a hefty sum to Brit, and included the paid for house and car. She also had a really well paying job as a secretary of a law firm. Plus Brit was like the older sister I never had, the cool one who you told random stuff to and laughed with.

"Don't eat the nuts," growled Shay suddenly, pulling out of her state of zombieness.

"Girl, there aren't any nuts on the table." Brit patted Shay on the shoulder. "Now eat the rest of your food."

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