Author's Note: Hey, sorry I didn't post anything for such a long time. I had a hard time, cause my school year started a month ago, and our teachers had gone mad, and I've been taking exams almost every single day. Also I just somehow got stuck with one thought and couldn't get over it, but I hope you'll enjoy it after everything. And also thanks for every review and message you sent, whether I asked for it or you wrote it because you wanted. Also I want to alert BecausofKilianJones - you are not responding neither to my story, nor to my messages. I need that interview angle - it helps to feel something for the character, which is what I really need. If you won't send it to me until the end of the month, I'll have to "kick out" your tribute.

Disclaimer: I do not own Hunger Games. I own several characters (president Crystal, Lara, Gamemakers, Stylists, Tiara,...), but I do not own the characters of the tributes (except Taylor Sandbloom).

District One: Reaping

Caitlin's POV

"Mum, I'll be back in an hour!" I shouted.

"Okay, don't be late!"

I headed for the Academy. It was the Day of Choosing. They were going to tell us, who is going to volunteer this year.

I hoped I would be picked. I don't care if they think I am too young. I am as good as the oldest tributes. Maybe even better. Okay, so I didn't have those survival classes. So what? I am a Career! I will stay at the Cornuccopia and kill anyone who would come close enough.

But I am afraid that they won't choose me. They think I am weak because I am young and small. How ridiculous! There are much weaker guys who are eighteen already! And that I am small? That's an advantage! Noone will think I am a threat and I can move more quickly and quietly.

I also wanted to show my mum I was strong. Since I got that scar in the close-combat training, she was trying to protect me so much that I almost didn't get out of the house! I guess she just didn't want to stay alone. My father died because of a very common disease in our District. Radiation.

The fourth rebellion turned into a nuclear war. The whole Capitol had to be rebuilded. And our District was affected by the radiation and while thousands of people died immediately, even today, after 200 years, the most common cause of death is cancer.

I finally approached the cliff inside which the Academy was built. Some of the classrooms were actually parts of an old abandoned mine. When you looked from the right place, it looked really amazing. When you looked from any other point, it was just an ordinary cliff.

I entered the hall and looked for my friends. They were standing near the stage. I was glad that they did that, because it meant that I will see who's been chosen (if not me, of course) or if I had been chosen.

"Hey, girls!" I called out and tried to pass through the crowd. It wasn't easy, a bit like swimming in meshed potatoes, but evetually I got to the stage.

"Caitlin!" Isabelle greeted me.

"Excited?" asked Anna.

"Sure! Aren't you? I hope I will be picked!" I said, maybe a little too loudly.

"Ladies and gentlemen, attention please!" It was Tiara, the head Trainer. She won the Games 15 years ago, when she was 18 years old, and she was still in shape.

P.S.:Yeah, I know it's not finished again. But I thought you may would like to read something after a month of silence...

P.P.S. So what do you think? You liked it? Or was it weird? Please review! And for the first quest, so you can get some points - imagine that your tribute got stuck on an small island. He/she can survive easily, there's fresh water, tropical fruit and only a small amount of predators. What is the one thing he/she would miss most and what would he/she find positive about it? I think this one can be for 20 points.

P.P.P.S. Isn't it weird that I am writing post scriptum? I know i am writing it after writing, but it's usually used in letters, so I don't know... If anyones is annoyed because of this, just tell me, I'll think of something else...