I made a mistake, Charlotte will not be a contestant.

H2O

Bella POV
At Rikki's, the four of us were enjoying our favorite juices. I was in line to get more when the guy behind me sneezed on me, spraying wet debris. I was grossed out, then—wet! Crap, it's wet. I'd wasted at least six seconds, so there was no way I could make it to the docks.

I yelled for Rikki, Cleo, and Emma to follow me as I was running for the boss's office. As I ran in and slammed the door, Zane looked at me questioningly until I ran behind his desk and fell with a thump on the floor.

He quickly ran to the door to make sure the others were the only ones who came in. When he saw Sophie coming, he tried to lead her away, but she was too persistent. As Rikki dried me off, he tried to distract Sophie.

"So, Sophie, how's business?"

"Actually, I just came back here to grab some papers."

"Oh, well, I can grab them."

I could tell it was almost good. I was almost dry. "Rikki. Hurry!" I whisper-shouted.

"No, Zane, that's alright, I'll get them." Sophie's voice was getting closer by the second. I could see her shoes. Rikki was almost done. Eight seconds and I should be good. She's four steps away from spotting me.

Six seconds. Three steps away.

Four seconds. Two steps away.

Two seconds. A single step away from sighting distance.

"Hi, girls! What are you doing on the ground?"

"Oh, nothing," Emma replied, "Rikki just dropped an earring in here the other day and we were helping her find it."

Sophie grabbed the papers and left, her heels clicking away.

Later on, a 'meeting' was called. Every citizen of our town was to gather and four random people would be chosen to compete in the 100th Hunger Games. I've read that book. Not pretty.

The blue-haired lady reached into the glass bowl and pulled out a name.

"Cleo Sertori."

"Emma Gilbert."

"Rikki Chadwick."

"Bella Hartley."

Rigged. That's all I have to say. As we were being led toward a boat that would take us to America, I saw Cleo let a single tear roll down her face. I whispered in her ear, "Cleo! Tear—wet!"

She stared at me in confusion while Rikki quickly dried her face. By that time, we were on a boat and in our own private room. Good thing, too, because Rikki wasn't quick enough. Cleo fell onto her bed as a mermaid.

Twilight

Bella POV

I was running through the forest, about to catch a deer, when a human yelled nearby. I had to settle for a squirrel, which I could stuff into my pocket. The human soon walked within sighting distance and I saw that it was a freshman kid at Forks High. Then a horn blew.

Forks was called together. Ten people were to be selected for the 100th Hunger Games. And right in the middle of another fight with the Volturi, too. Now they're with us. An orange-haired man—and I mean bright orange, not the kind of reddish-orange that's natural. Like, the fruit's color. Anyways, he pulled the names out of his ball.

"Jacob Black."

"Jane de Volturi."

"Edward Cullen."

"Alice Cullen.

"Esme Cullen."

"Jasper Cullen."

"Carlisle Cullen."

"Emmet Cullen."

"Rosalie Cullen."

"Bella Cullen."

Now, that has got to be a trick.

When we were rushed off to some train, the vampire within me took over and I sank my teeth into the squirrel, sucking it dry of any blood.

Percy Jackson and the Olympians/ Heroes of Olympus

Percy POV
Annabeth, Thalia, Jason, Nico and I had gone out to lunch. We needed some peace from camp. And then they showed up.

There was Kampê, a winged half-dragon half-woman with snake hair and the heads of different mutated wild animals growing from her torso.

There were three drakons, which are basically snake dragons, snakes with wings, or flying snakes. Kronos let one loose once, which Clarisse la Rue killed, but not before many others were killed.

And there were six basilisks. They were bigger than they should be. Normally basilisks are regular-snake-sized, but these could reach up to about six feet.

Immediately, Annabeth pulled on her cap and couldn't be seen. I uncapped my pen and swung the sword and the closest basilisk, but as it was dying, the drakon next to it struck. I couldn't worry about my leg now, though. While its teeth were still sunk in there, I decapitated it quickly.

Annabeth, invisible, was stalking Kampê, who Jason was luring forward. Annabeth sliced through her vertically, and she crumbled into gold dust.

Jason had flipped his coin and after helping Annabeth with Kampê, he took out another drakon, which I hadn't realized was inches from sinking its teeth into my neck. He then stabbed a basilisk where his heart should be.

Thalia had pulled out her bow and arrows and had shot a basilisk and the final drakon.

Nico choked two basilisks with his bare fists and stomped on the third, effectively killing it.

Remembering my injury, I found the nearest water fountain, healing myself almost instantly with it.

As we reentered camp, Chiron said we were just in time for the meeting. Nearby, the whole of New York was gathered. There was a woman with hot pink hair pulling names out of a bin. She said there would be eleven chosen to compete in the 100th annual Hunger Games.

"Annabeth Chase." No. Not her.

"Thalia Grace." Of course.

"Jason Grace." Saw that one coming.

"Nico DiAngelo." Why not?

"Percy Jackson." Knew it.

We were some of the most powerful at camp.

Then more names were called.

"Zia Rashid."

"Felix del BrooklynCasa."

"Jasmine de le Casa de Brooklyn."

"Walt Stone."

"Carter Kane."

"Sadie Kane."

Hey, they were all from school! And since the five of us were powerful children of the gods, what was up with them?

Kane Chronicles

Sade POV
Sadie here. Carter and I were walking home from school with Jaz, Walt, Zia, and Felix. Then the Set Animal appeared in front of us. 'The Set animal is as big as a horse and its legs are as long as its body; it resembles a grayhound. It is muscular and unnaturally lean; with its body is covered in shiny reddish gray fur. It has a reptilian tail that forks and has triangular points at the end, resembling a squid's tentacles; its tail moves as if it has a life of its own. Its ears are oversized and stick up like a rabbit's, but are cone-shaped and curl inward; they are wider at the top than they bottom and can rotate almost three-hundred sixty degrees. Its snout is like an anteater's, round and curved with razor sharp teeth.' (The part in '…' was taken from the Kane Chronicles wikia. No copyright infringement intended.)

"Leroy!" Carter yelled.

Okay, sure. He could give it a name. But Leroy? Where did he come up with that?

[Oh, shut up, Carter. Nobody cares! Fine.]

Carter wants me to tell you that Leroy was the name of some mean guy he met in Egypt who looks like he has horns for ears and an anteater snout. Who asked him anyways?

[I don't care if I asked, Carter, it was a rhetorical question!]

Anyways, he was mad. He charged Carter, who was too surprised to do anything. I, however, brilliant as ever, reached out and grabbed my wand from the Daut and pointed it at Leroy, saying ha-di. He broke. I didn't know if it would work on living things, but it did.

Back at Brooklyn house, Uncle Amos herded us to a meeting of all of New York. Eleven of us were being chosen for the 100th Hunger Games.

"Annabeth Chase."

"Thalia Grace."

"Jason Grace."

"Nico DiAngelo."

"Percy Jackson."

Hey, those kids were from school! Aw, I liked them. Sad to think they'll probably die.

"Zia Rashid." I froze.

"Felix del BrooklynCasa."

"Jasmine de la Casa de Brooklyn." I accepted it.

"Walt Stone." I was right.

"Carter Kane."

"Sadie Kane." Now there is solid evidence that I am right.

We are magicians who live in the world of, and sometimes host, Egyptian gods. So, what's so special about these people?

Harry Potter

Harry POV

Somehow, through Draco Malfoy, Voldemort came back. I was in the middle of fighting with them when all of England was called to a meeting. Apparently, six of us were to compete in the 100th Hunger Games.

A white-haired man pulled out the names.

"Tom Marvolo Riddle Voldemort."

"Draco Malfoy." Ha, now they'll die.

"Ginny Weasley." Crap.

"Ron Weasley."

"Hermione Granger."

"Harry Potter."

Well, at least now Voldemort and Draco would die. But everyone may see we're witches and wizards.

House of Night

Zoey POV

Neferet had just humiliated me again. In front of the whole school, she called me a whore. Then she said, "She dated Erik, then stole Loren from me, while dating Heath Luck. She then had a thing with Kalona, along with Heath, Erik, and Stark. Now she's with Stark and is having an affair with Aurox." Neferet pretended to swoon with the weight of my ho-ishness. But the great part—the school didn't listen to her anymore. Most of them were on our side.

Thanatos appeared after Neferet's rant, announcing that there was a meeting of Tulsa called.

The green-haired lady announced that eleven of us would be chosen for the 100th Hunger Games. She pulled out the names.

"Erin Bates."

"Shaunee Cole."

"Neferet de Casa."

"Kalona de Nyx."

"Rephaim de Nyx."

"Damien Maslin."

"Aphrodite LaFont."

"Darius del Night."

"James Stark."

"Stevie Rae Johnson."

"Zoey Redbird."

Well, at least Neferet would be dead. And we are vampyres. Well, most of us, anyways. That gives us a better chance, right?

Hunger Games

In District 12

Katniss POV
I had baked a cake with Prim, Gale, and Peeta this morning. Today was the reaping, after all. The first Quell after the failed rebellion, too. The cake hadn't turned out the best, but we had eaten it all the same. Now we were at the reaping. They announced that the Quarter Quell was that there were forty-eight tributes from books or the television program H2O: Just Add Water. Huh.

Apparently, there is a book called the Hunger Games, so some of us would be picked as well. 4 from 12 and 2 from 1. The other people know what they are, but they do not know what the Quell is yet. They will be transported to different Districts of Panem and their memories of anything they know about those outside their own book or TV series will be erased.

Anyways, Effie pulled out the names. No male and female this year, I guess.

"Gale Hawthorne."

"Primrose Everdeen."

"I volunteer! I yelled.

"I'm sorry, Katniss, that won't be necessary because the next name is Katniss Everdeen."

"Peeta Mellark."

Okay, one thought: rigged. By Snow, of course. To make me suffer more.

In District One

Cato POV

After the Quell was explained, the two names were called by our own personal rainbow-hair freak of a man.

"Cato de la Un."

"Clove diL'Uno."

Of course. Wait, aren't we already dead?

"As a final announcement, ages will be altered so that you are between the ages of twelve and eighteen. Oh, and don't worry if you died twenty-six or so years ago. We fixed that."

If you need a short history of any of these books or the one TV show, please either tell me in a review or PM. I will post a history for that story in my next chapter.