Jenalynn Eagles' POV (District Eleven Stylist)

The memory echoed through my thoughts, pestering me constantly.

"This year's female tribute is... Jenalynn Eagles!"

My vision blotted. But how? My name's only in there once.

"Jenalynn, where are you sweetie?" The voice of the escort boomed over the quiet audience of children. Slowly, I moved out in front of my section, the twelve year olds, and towards the stage where my peppy escort stood. It took all of my effort to simply keep my balance. As I reached the stairs onto the platform where I was being called, I turn around to check for my family.

My mom leaned against my dad, shaking violently. For a second, I caught eye contact with my dad, the only thing that kept my mom from falling down. Something about his gentle face soothed me.

"It is going to be alright," he mouthed. Then, I turned my head to see my twin sister, also standing in the twelve year old section. All of my confidence shattered.

Jessamine was on her knees, crying. Her pale skin was wet with tears and the dirty ground ruined her only dress. Something about watching my sister cry made it feel like I was watching her be reaped. I wanted to turn around and help her stand up, tell her that she didn't have to worry. Too late now, though. I have to face my fate. Hesitantly, I headed closer to my doom.

"Stop!" Suddenly, a tall eighteen year old girl I'd never seen before rushed out of her section. "I volunteer as tribute!" I watched in amazement as she ran up to me, where I stood frozen in shock. She grabbed my shoulders and turned me to face her.

"Now you listen to me," she whispered, "You have an entire life ahead of you! Don't waste it. I want you to use this life you have and make a difference. No one deserves to die at twelve. Tell that to the Capitol! Make a revolution I would be proud to see." Then, she released me and was officially announced as tribute.

I watched as she heroically fought into third place. I still watched as her only remaining ally, the boy from District Six, stabbed her and continued on to become the victor. For now and for forever, her legacy will stay in my mind. My only goal in life was to make sure that the life she gave me wasn't wasted. Eventually, I became a stylist. Somehow, I feel like that's not what she meant. Soon, I always tell myself, I'll take the stand she wanted.

-oOo-

Now, I watch in pain, twenty two years after I was reaped as my male tribute, Hayden, lays in agony in a small lean to shack in District Eleven. His lime green tuxedo is soaked red above his shoulder where Phan got him with the knife. The two of us had become friends over the course of the few days we spent together in the Capitol, and now, I have to watch him slowly die.

Him and Athena were the best tributes I've had in years. First of all, they're interesting, not like some of the others who are too scared to talk. Athena was always funny and made my time with her fun. Hayden seemed a little distant at times, but he was always friendly and we got to know each other pretty well. Also, they've survived the bloodbath, which hasn't happened in years. Athena is doing well in Four, but she hasn't run into any other tributes. However, after the incident last night with Phan, Hayden isn't doing so well.

I flinch as he moans in pain while trying to wrap his arm using a bit of cloth. That won't work, he needs bandages. I know what I need to do, but I'm going to need help getting money. I rush out of my apartment to find Maylin, who was my tribute last year and best friend.

Running as fast as I can, I burst into Maylin's dorm.

"Maylin. I need your help. It's Hayden."

"I know, Jenni," she calls me by my nickname. If anyone other than her said it, I would probably punch them in the face.

"Are you going to send him something?" I ask.

"Definitely. I've talked to some of the sponsors over the phone a few minutes ago. He should get his parachute right about now."

As if on cue, the Hayden on the screen looks up and smiles at the sight of the package.

"What did you send him?" I ask.

"You'll see," she responds, "It's probably not as good as the sword, but it just might save his life."

I lean closer in the couch as Hayden opens his parcel. Inside, he finds three bandages and some rubbing alcohol.

"Nice," I comment. Hayden unrolls the bandages and layers them on, leaving one of them for later. As if sensing where the camera is, he looks up, almost as if he's looking at me and Maylin and mouths two words.

"Thank you..."

We may have saved him for today, but that kid is going to have to watch his back. Alex and Phan are probably looking for him.

A/N

Just a quick break from the games. I'll be doing this every three to four chapters. Thank you Oceanebreeze13 for writing the first half of this chapter! Also, thanks Peeta6in6real6life and Mintiecool01 for sponsoring. If you've sent an item and the tribute hasn't received it yet, don't worry, I haven't forgotten. Over the past few days, I've received many sponsorships and I'm trying to include them in the story. The only concern is that with so many sponsors, it's getting a little unrealistic. Therefore, please don't spam sponsor! I appreciate all of the requests but it's becoming a little too much. Thanks! Also, there is an updated poll for fan favorite! I will be taking it down and posting a new one at the end of each game day (about five chapters). If you voted the first time, please vote again, since all previous votes have been cleared.

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