Ah! Submissions were great! Here is a list of people in district order. It may seem confusing, but remember, not all tributes are from the past, and I'm only listing the ones who are. And District 7 does have three, and that is for shtuff that won't come into play till way later.

People who got in:

Ashton Marie Renny (yeah, I changed the last name.) Female, District 3.

Kara Conway, Female, District 4

David Ray, Male, District 4

Azami T Mytelski, Female, District 6

Kyle Spell, Male, District 6

Sierra Sinclair, Female, District 7

Ini'mikalani (Ini) Enok, Female, District 7

Steven Fields, Male, District 7

Aureila Abcott, Female, District 9

Marcus Godby, Male, District 9

Parvati Sheelow, Female, District 10

Astrid Whitlock, Female, District 12

Sorry if you didn't make it in, but there were a lot of submissions!

There will be clusters of chapters that will have at least one chapter in each of their three POVs, and it will continue in this pattern for the whole story.

This little cluster has two Shays POV because she was the only one who told us about the beginning, and next chapter we are going to see her waking up in her district. Each cluster takes place at the same time, so you just get different POVs in three different places at the same point in the story. Does that make any sense?

Quote:

"Let's paint a picture of a perfect place, they got it better then anyone's told you...
I know we got it good, but they got it made, and the grass is getting greener each day..."
OneRepublic, All the Right Moves

*THIS IS A SEXY LINE BREAK BECAUSE MINE HAVE STOPPED SHOWING UP*

Mikaylas POV

I felt myself slowly come up to awareness, like pulling out of the bottom of a dark pond. My eyes felt really heavy, like a huge weight was on top of them. But that wasn't in my imagination...

I reached up and pulled a damp cloth off my face. A squeal of delight next to me alerted me of the presence of another living being in this room. I looked over to see two eager pairs of eyes looking back at me.

Not to burst anyone's bubble or anything, but I don't have any siblings. Heck, I don't even have close cousins, or even neighbors who have kids. Old crockety people don't have toddlers running around their house, you know. So who's to blame me if I screamed?

"Ahhhh!" the twins yelled right back. Then they giggled again. "Momma, she's awake!" the blond haired one yelled, and they scampered out of the room.

Um. That was really weird.

I looked around the room I was staying in. There were huge wooden beams in the ceiling, but they looked old and polished, like this room was decades older then it looked. Same with the clapboard walls. Even the bedframe that my, get this, sawdust filled sack of a bed was resting on looked old.

I swung my legs over the side of the bed and walked over to a small and dirty glass window in the corner. I could see some houses that looked like really old and rundown versions of those cookie cutter houses of suburbia, and a few that were around me that looked a lot better up kept and newer, like the one I was in now.

Off in the distance, near a large wood, I could see a tree harvesting operation going on. I could barely make out a factory that was even farther off in the distance, and near it there were some more clusters of homes, most of them small.

Where was I? There were almost no trees where I lived, back in Arizona. Palms were popular there.

A nice looking middle aged lady came in the room. "Hello, dear. You must be feeling a lot beter, seeing as your up and about." She smiled at me.

"Thanks." I hesitated. "Where are we?" I tried to keep my more eratic self on hold. I didn't want to scare the lady.

"In the ninth sector of District 7, of course." She looked at me a little closer. "I think that bonk to the head might have caused memory loss. What year is it?"

"2010?" I guessed weakly. What was she saying about us living in the ninth sector?

She laughed. "Oh no, dearie! We are in year 256," she told me, still smiling. What would it take to make a lady like her just stop smiling?

"AD?" I yelped. I had two explanations for the year. Either I was still conked out, or I was somehow in a weird country or city of Amish people.

"No," she chucked, clearly having fun. "Year 256 of the Hunger Games."

I froze, and slowly sat down on the bed. "Hunger Games," I said. Okay, now I knew I was still passed out.

The woman was a lot more grave now. "Reaping are tommorow," she murmered. "I can see why you're upset. But don't be. There are thousands of slips, and only four with your name." She patted my back. "You never took out tesserae. Even though you made preliminarys, you probably won't get picked."

My hands started to shake really hard. "District 7, oh no, 7, 7, 7," I repeated, over and over. This can not be happening. "I have to get out of here!" I yelled, standing up. "I need to go home."

"Dear, you are home," said the woman. "I just came over for a checkup."

"No, you don't get it." I shook my head violently. "I have to go home home. Back to the past. I don't belong here. I lived in a place called Arizona, and it's way closer to the Capitol then here, and it is really dry, and I have friends there, and-" I spit out. The woman was giving me strange looks.

"You have lived here your whole life. I watched you grow up," she said, confused.

"Not possible," I choked out. Everything seemed to be spinning, and going blacker, and I felt myself falling over.

*STILL NEED TO USE MY LINE BREAK THING. THIS IS SOFA ANNOYING*

"Is she okay?"

"Yes. Oh, it looks like she is coming back up!"

Voices. Why can't they just shut up?

"Mikayla? Honey? Can you hear me?" a soft voice trickled down to my brain.

I groaned. "Yes." This was annoying, this people fretting over me. I don't do injured maiden well. Shrugging off blackness, I sat up and looked around. Nope, it wasn't in my imagination; I really was in the Hunger Games.

"Good, your up. It would be bad to be too injured, especialy with reapings tommorow. You need to be at your best," rambled on another, new woman. "Thank you, Francis, for taking care of her on such short notice. I really couldn't do it without you!"

"No problem," said the older woman, er, Francis. "I need to go check on the other kids who were in the accident."

Wait. Other kids? Could it possibly be Taylor and Shay? "Can I come?" I asked.

"Why, of course, dear," said Francis.

The other woman bit her lip. "Are you sure?" she fretted. Well, this woman must be my mother.

"Duh," I rolled my eyes.

"Well..."

"Mmoomm," I whined. Yeah, not very mature here.

"Fine. But take it slow."

"I'll make sure she does," reasured Francis. She gathered up her stuff, and before I knew it we were knocking on the door of the house next door.

A taller woman opened the door. "Ah, Francis, so nice of you to take care of Ini," gushed the woman as she lead us I side. "And, Mikayla, what a treat!" She showed us to a back room. "Ini woke up about an hour ago."

Inside the room was a shock. Lying on the bed was a girl who I had seen around school a few times, the Hawian exchage student. She was looking up at the ceiling.

"How are you today, miss Ini?" asked Francis. "I imigine you feel a little confused, especially after a bump like that." Ini just nodded her head.

Francis went through a whole checkup thing, and then Ini was told she was good to go. Francis asked me if I wanted to go with her to look in on others, and I told her no. After a few minutes, I was left alone in the room with my schoolmate.

"Um, hi..." I cleared my throat. "I think I know you from around school..."

"So I'm not going insane?" Ini looked at me. "We are in the Hunger Games?"

"I think so," I confessed. "I have no idea what caused it, though."

"And we're going into the reapings tomorrow," concluded Ini. "I guess one good thing will come out of this."

"What?" I asked, confused. No good thing could come out of this.

"Well," she started, swinging her legs over the side, "the only reason I can think of for us being here is to take part of the Games, right?"

I shivvered. No, I hadn't thought of that, but it made sense.

"But both of us are girls, so only one of us can be called, so that cuts our chances in half." She grinned at me. "And, odds are, that if you and I both popped up here, we're not alone. So that makes it even less likely one of us will be dead soon."

I really liked this girl. Not only did she have a bright outlook, but she already considered me a friend.

"So, do you think we should find others?" she asked me.

"Yeah!" I yelled. "Lets go taunt them into a tesserae!" I admit, that was one of the weirdest threats I had ever said.

*SMEXILY LINE BREAK HERE PEOPLES, LOOK THE OTHER WAY*

Mikayla has little to no tolerence for change. This is why she passes out. And did anyone catch the chapter connection there? Brownie points to those who did.