I wanted to do 11 but I can't, not right now. So here's 10, and I can not decide two more tributes to save. Someone better not hate Wynn, if someone close had died you would act the same, I know I did. My best friend had died and I couldn't be in the house at all. I know some of you are mad for Nightcat for submitting too much but I begged Nightcat to help me.

Thank you Nightcat, Imklein20, BirkaranDaSurvivorCraver, Misfit right in, and Alexandria160

Bronwyn 'Wynn' Vespasian (12,10)

I watched the games as Atticus ran away from the cornucopia. I was frightened for him. I was still shocked that he got reaped for the Hunger Games and he was only moments away from being free from the games forever including Orion. I hated seeing him flee for his life, as twenty-four tributes fight over one another at the cornucopia. The first one to go down was a boy from District 12, Johnny Baboon, killed by a district 1 person. I was more interested in Atticus then any other person in the Arena.

The cameras got a closer look at the bloodbath. Twelve tributes went down the first day, the careers not showing mercy at the tributes.

There was a small alliance between District 10, 7 and 3 girls and they both hid in the bushes nearby to the cornucopia. I couldn't tell what they were planning but it didn't look good, by their cautious actions. The cameras didn't pay attention to Atticus whose hiding in some cave, but to the small conflict between the alliances. Danella from District 10 ran towards the woods noticed by the arrogant careers, and the careers left their camp unsupervised with their preferred weapons and ran off towards to the girl from 10. Pika from 7 ran in their camp thinking the camp was empty but the girl from 4 who had fooled everyone by running off to where the careers are at but didn't, had slammed a rock against her head and killed the District 7 girl. The girl from 3 watched the whole thing and manage to get discovered by the district 1 male and punctured her stomach. Three canons had sounded and I could assume that 3,7 and 10 were dead.

A few days had passed and I was getting more anxious, things were starting to get a lot better but at the same time wasn't. Atticus had made it to the top 8th and looked strong. He had a little bit of food and water left. It seemed that the interviews the Capitol did to us had gotten him more sponsors. Sponsors seemed to get him food, water and medicine for his cuts almost everyday.

Two canons had sounded and the cameras zoomed in between the fight of the District 8 boy and the District 1 boy. The District 1 boy shot an arrow at the boy from 8 and quickly fell from blood loss a few minutes later.

The boy from two had killed the boy from 5 during the night. Remus from two walked around the woods where Atticus was sleeping at. He had gotten too close to him and I hoped that Atticus would awaken soon and he would run away but he remained asleep. Remus had pulled out his sword and stabbed Atticus in the chest nineteen times. Orion stormed to his room after we heard the canon sounded telling us that Atticus is dead. I couldn't stay here, I had to get out. Anywhere besides here!

"Bronwyn Storm Vespasian, where are you going?!" Mom shouted, clearly not in grief but probably will be in a few hours. I ignored her and ran as fast as I could once I got outside.

I started crying and couldn't stop. People looked at me strangely and instantly recognized my face as the girl who lost who her brother. People hugged me and gave me some food and water. Everywhere I looked, it seemed that I was the pity one of being only a mere ten year old girl who had lost her brother. I loved Atticus and he was my favorite brother. He had done so much for me, looked at the stars with me, gave me piggy-back rides and called me "Princess". Those were the good, old days. When I came to say goodbye to him, he promised me nothing would change and he would kiss me and hug me when he won. That will never happen now since the boy from two had killed him and will never return to us alive but only in a coffin full of his remains. He would go where the other dead tributes laid forgotten in the ground but I'll never forget him.

I didn't return home until almost dark and I laid on the trampoline stargazing in the night sky. There was no clouds in the night sky and it was a perfect night to stargaze. A small bright star shown brightly at me and I chose that star, deciding that Atticus had lived inside that one and he would keep an eye on us for the rest of our lives. It was something to remind me of him and how we loved to stargaze at the stars together.

Saya Beckett (18,10)

I smiled at the letter the mayor wrote. After a few months of waiting to get a reply back to change the inhumane treatment of certain animals. It seemed that the mayor looked at the petitions attached to the letter and saw how many people had signed my petitions. I had finally done it and now the inhumane actions towards the animals at the slaughterhouses can change for the better.

I saw my dad smile at me as he read the letter from my hands. I had finally done the impossible and dad can treat the cattle and other animals in good use and not in an abusing way. I hanged it up on the bullion board that was full of my accomplishments and achievements I had done over the years. The impossible was done and now time to change the not allowed the cattle when its at the slaughterhouse. I liked to live in a better future full of the stuff I had achieved and a better District.

I knew that my shift of raising cattle was about to start. I grabbed my country boots and put them on. I walked to the horse farm and saw Callipoia standing next to a foal horse. I walked towards her and Callipoia handed me the reins and asked me if I could help the horse running around.

I took the foal to the arena where a few horses and other workers helped the horses. The foal didn't want to cooperate with me so I put on the muzzle since the foal had decided it loved biting and nipping at me. The foal had almost kicked me and I held onto the reins tighter, only loosened my grip when the foal galloped in circles.

"Can you ride Sunny?" someone asked, grabbing my attention away from the horse. I nodded and took the reins away from them, I knew that this horse was going to the slaughterhouse if no one adopted him soon since of his fleas.

I carried the saddle and put it on Sunny, tightened the grip on his body so that the saddle wouldn't fall off him while I was riding on him. I grabbed the helmet and kicked off.

The horse trotted around the small trail I had took him on and the wind felt good. A few riders trotted behind me and I didn't pay them no mind. I had stopped at the mountains. I loved looking at the Appalachian Mountains and the horse stood next to me. We were near the next district and the only thing that had separated us to them was the mountains and a small forest.

I headed back after ten minutes of just sitting on the hill. The horse galloped back and I didn't mind the speed of the horse was doing.

Once I had returned back home, I decided to get ready for the reaping. I put on a dark blue dress and worn-out white heels. I put my wear in a messy bun and walked to the reaping.

I signed in and I was glad that it was my last year and I could focus on my goals in life.

The announcer had skipped on stage and he talked in his usual manner and this was the part I was waiting. I wanted to be free forever and I hated being eligible to get reaped for the Hunger Games.

He pulled out a tiny slip and spoke, "Bronwyn Vespasion."

I recognized her as the girl who got pitied a lot due to her brother that died a few years ago.

"Saya Beckett."

I froze in my spot I was standing at. I gave a small smile and I could feel the anxious energy around me as I walked to the stage.

"Leslie Avaniana."

And the mayor's prostitute. Can this be any worse?

"Cleve Morrish."

"David Hild."

"Corvin Bram."

Leslie Avaniana (17,10)

"Andrea, I told you, Shawn has a crush on you. Didn't you see the flirtatious smile and the way he was looking at you at lunch?" I said to Andrea on my phone.

"I really want to ask him out but I'm afraid he's going to say no. Anyways, what are you doing tonight?" Andrea asked.

"Probably go to the store and buy more clothes so that Bobby can go all over it," I told her.

"I thought the mayor would have found another prostitute by now," Andrea giggled.

"The mayor loves my body. I have big boobs and big butt, everything he loves. I'll talk to you later." I hung up on her.

I bought an outfit and headed to the mayor's my new clothes.

I walked sexily to my destination; the Mayor. People casted disapproving glances at me and especially my clothes since I was only wearing a bra that was very tight, jean shorts that barely reach the end of my thighs. The citizens of District 10 finds it insulting that I am seeing the Mayor; since I'm only 17 and he is 35. Some had even covered their children's eyes, so that they don't grow up like me, wearing 'inappropriate' clothes and seduces men for a living. I enjoyed it, its my life and I loved seducing men.

I knocked on the door and the Mayor's wife answered. She wrinkled her nose in disgust as she saw me,"Oh its you," She hissed at me.

"Hello Mrs. Cattleburn, is your husband home?" I asked, politely.

"He's in the kitchen," She clenched her teeth. "Why don't you go home and have sex with someone else, and leave my husband alone," She suggested.

"That's okay Marilyn, I just finished up," The mayor said, clearly looking pleased with me and brushed his wife away. She glared at me with beady eyes from behind him. "You ungrateful, spoiled brat," She muttered as she watch her husband drove me away.

We spent the night having wonderful sex all night, and the Mayor's wife didn't provoke us for the whole night. In the earlier days, when I just became the mayor's prostitute, Mrs. Cattleburn interrupted us in every single good fucking we had, and tried to make sure I would never tried to see her husband but clearly failed as I came back, more often just to have sex from her husband.

We fell asleep around 6 am, exhausted from our night activities. I cuddled with the mayor enjoying the warmth he provided.

Around noon, we both found ourselves starting to drift into consciousness. I carefully twisted myself away from him, who continued to snore loudly, and sorta entered consciousness but clearly in a deep slumber. I looked at the clock and nearly had a heart attack as I saw the time; it's noon. An hour before the reaping started and the mayor has to be there, it's mandatory.

I poked him a couple of times before he manage to be awake. "What?" He grumbled.

"It's noon, an hour before the reaping," I said, trying to get my clothes on.

His eyes went wide and he got up from the sticky sheets. "Um, you could borrow a dress from my Marilyn, and take a shower here," he suggested.

"OK," I said. He then walked to his wife's closet and got out a small dress that looked like it could fit me and handed it to me.

I turn on the steamy, hot water and stepped inside. The water warming me up. I cleaned my hair and body and stood in the shower for a few minutes enjoying the warmth from the water.

I stepped out and brushed my brown curls and got the white dress on. It was surprisingly big on me since I stood about 5'3 and his wife was huge about 5'7. I didn't like my height since I was always teased about being tiny than the other girls, that hated me in Primary School, but know I'm popular and rich with money. I grabbed my sandals and put them on.

I greeted Mrs. Cattleburn who was cooking tea. "Are you wearing my dress?" She demanded.

I shook my head yes and she spat that I could keep it. I walked out and headed towards the reaping with the Mayor and his wife.

I signed in and waited for the escort Isabelle Keheart got on stage, said her usual words then picked the first girl

"Bronwyn Vespasian."

A twelve year old walked on stage.

"Saya Beckett."

"Leslie Avaniana."

I froze but realized the wonderful things about the Hunger Games. I could act flirty, and have sex with the cute, handsome boy tributes.

David Hild (15,10)

I sat down on the hard floor, hearing water drop from the ceiling. I had been in the cell for a few years ever since I had murdered a few people with my butcher knife.

Whispers, whispers... Too loud so I can hear.

I could hear them discussing about little old me. I already knew that I was crazy don't have to repeat it, dumb asses.

I was going to get sentenced to death so I don't really mind. I licked the butter knife and hid it. When they come I would be ready...

The cell door got opened and there stood a few peacekeepers unarmed but I could take them down. I didn't get up when they told me to and they dragged me out of the cell. I stomp on one's foot and punch the others. I took out my butter knife and stabbed it into their legs, idiots.

Once I got out of prison, peacekeepers chased me but I paid them no mind. I had to escape and I didn't stop. Ingrid and Shawn waited for me next to a car with peacekeepers knocked out on the sides. I hopped in and Shawn stepped on it.

The wind blew in our hairs as we drove crazily. Ingrid passed me a bottle and I took a swing of it. I drank all of it and I didn't mind, I was still sober.

"Where to boss?" Shawn asked.

"The mayor's. I want to do something," I hissed, my brown eyes shown coldness.

Shawn drove to the mayor's house and I got out sneaking into the back. It was about time I would get revenge, I didn't mind. He locked me up without a trial and he deserves to die.

I grabbed a knife from the kitchen and sneaked around the house looking for someone to break the mayor to know that I was coming. I heard someone giggle from another room and I saw the mayor's daughters playing with dolls. I scraped my nails against the walls so that they would turn around and I could kill them.

Monique was the first one to noticed me standing there and she screamed. I smiled and pounced on her. I took my knife and muffled her screams as I cut out her eyes. I then cut out her tongue so she can no longer scream for helped. I cut off her arms and legs and then took off her ears so she could not hear anything of how I got cut off from Panem. I ended her pain and slit off her throat.

I continued on to the other daughter and she tried to fight me off but she didn't succeed in pushing me off. I cut out her tongue first and then her hands and legs. Her eyes and ears were next and now she was useless. I then slit her neck and she died quickly. I wiped my blade clean with her dress and put the knife in my pocket.

I gathered their heads, eyes, tongues, hands and legs and put them in a pile right by the couch. I carried their bodies and put them right in front of the door. I took some blood from a girl's body and wrote in blood saying You are next...

That should terrify him...

Cleve Morrish (18,10)

I chopped down another cow fit for selling. Blood got all over my clothes but I didn't care. It was usual for me to get my clothes dirty with blood on them. I worked as a slaughterer and killed animals for meat.

Adolf entered my shop and handed me a jug of alcohol. I happily grabbed it and took a swing out of it. We took turns drinking and soon we were both drunk.

"Calista is sooo stuuupppid," I slurred, taking another drink.

"I knoooow right," Adolf slurred.

"Well I heard she can be an icy bitch," Calista called out.

"Calista we didn't see you," Adolf called out.

"When did you ever?" Calista walked over to the jug and smelled. "Moonshine," she muttered.

"Well it's good. Want somme?" I offered.

She scrunched up her face and finally spoke after a few moments. "Why not."

She took a drink and started to relax. I stood up and walked clumsily to where I was working at and grabbed the cleaver.

Blood sprayed on me while I cut more animals. I slapped the pig on the counter and sliced it. I continued to do that a few more times until I decided to quit. I already had been working for a few hours and I was exhausted.

I drank some more moonshine and changed into my outfit for reaping.

I walked to the reaping with Calista and Adolf and we signed in.

The escort Isabella Keheart had said her usual words and finally we are about to hear who the tributes are going to be.

"Bronwyn Vespasion."

I decided to take another drink.

"Saya Beckett."

"Leslie Avaniana."

"Cleve Morrish."

What that can't be right? I was sober and I figured that person had the same name as me until I figured that person was me.

"David Hild."

"Corvin Bram."

Corvin Bram (15,10)

"What are the types of different areas of that a Zoologist can do?" Mom tested me.

"Embryology, anatomy, physiology, ecology, psychology, ethology, taxonomy," I said.

"You forgot a few but you listed all the major ones," Dad commented.

"What study do you want?"

"Embryology," I replied.

Mom gave me more questions until I was worn out. There was too much stuff for a Zoologist to do. Mom and Dad wanted me to be a zoologist and I wanted to along with Ari and Raven.

I went into my room and opened an embryology textbook and read for a few hours.

Once an egg is fertilized by a sperm from a man, a zygote is formed. The zygote then divides into multiple cells in a process known as cleavage, triggering the beginning of embryonic differentiation. During cleavage, the zygote divides but also maintains it the same size in the process. This zygotic division produces blastomeres which later make up a hollow sphere known as the blastula. Cells are migrating within the blastula to different locations that will later define the structure of the embryo and consequent organism. In this process, called gastrointestin, three layers of germs arise: the endoderm, the mesoderm, and the ecoderm. Cells in these three layers will give rise to different parts of the organism. The endoderm eventually becomes the gut. The mesoderm will develop into muscle, the skeletal system, some organs, and connective tissue. The ectoderm will differente into the nervous system and the skin.

As the embryo continues to develop, individual cells continue to differentiate. These differentiated cell types are made from what were initially the same types of pluripotent embryonic stem cells. An assortment of physiological mechanisms guides certain cells towards particular developmental pathways, creating varying cell types. This is made possible by the cell's inherent ability to control what genes are expressed and translated into proteins. Every cell contains DNA within the nucleus, containing the blueprint to build many different proteins in the cell. Different signals can cause embryonic cells to select specific parts of the DNA which can then be used to synthesize proteins, eventually building different cell types.

Differentiation of cells in the embryo is brought about by both internal cellular factors as well as extracellular factors that act on the cell from the outside. Much remains to be understood about the exact molecular interactions that govern cellular differentiation. It is understood, however, diversifying the ratio of and types of internal and external influences on certain cells, allows many divergent cell types to arise.

There are two main types of cellular development that pertain to embryos: mosaic development or regulative development. In mosaic development (which is not characteristic of mammals, but of organisms such as annelids) differentiation occurs in steps that are set in order and progression, without input occurring between neighboring cells. On the other hand, regulative development involves the interaction of adjacent cells, within what is known as embryonic fields. The advantage of regulative development is the flexibility that it confers to differentiation. For example, a cell's pathway may change depending on the cellular environment in which it is placed, not merely by its internal mechanisms.

The process of embryonic differentiation is crucial to proper animal development. The processes involved in embryonic differentiation continue to be explored and have relevance to studies involving embryonic stem cells and in vitro cell differentiation.

Everything I need to know about embryology. There was a lot of fields I wanted to learn about of the different zoologists but I wanted to study embryology.

Ari and Raven stood at the door smiling.

"Do you know what field you want to study?" I asked Ari.

"I was thinking about Marine life but that might be impossible since I have to get a passport to go to District 4 and we don't have any sea creatures here," Ari replied.

"What do you want to be?" I asked Raven.

"I don't know, I'd thought of becoming a zoologist but I don't know now. Last week I wanted to be a reader and now I don't know," Raven replied.

"We still have a few more years until we decide what we want to do with our lives. We will stay best friends and be there for each other," I said to them.

I found that 10 was a surprise to me since I didn't want to do it. I am on summer vacation so updates. Please review

Credits to the Arizona State University about embryology.

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