OK, this is my first story, and I really want readers to like this. I wont update very frequently, and I'm sorry about that. I'll update more often by the time I'm out of school, so I hope you guys like my story. Oh! I forgot, please review my chapters (All) it's very important to me. BYE!

I sit in my bedroom and wait, I wait for anything. After all the reaping's tomorrow, so I wait for fear, worry, and anxiety to overwhelm me. But it doesn't, I hate that.

Every year I wait. For the right moment, fear to finally sink in, and the Hunger Games. Then year after year, I screw it up, like I always do. The right moment never arises, I'm never afraid, and I'm not even sure about the Hunger Games. What am I going to do? I can't even answer my own question.

As I sit on my bed, I hear a knock on my door. It's obviously Ethan, my older brother. What does he want know?

"Come in!" I yell. So, of course he comes into my room running, than jumps up before reaching my bed and plops on top of it right next to me. That's when I stop thinking and start acting, "What are you doing!"

"What are you doing?" he asks. I open my mouth, but then I shut it, because I don't know what I'm doing at all. "Let me guess! You're thinking!" and he guesses correctly, so I nod to confirm. "You've been doing a lot of thinking, are you ok?"

"Yeah, I'm fine, just got many things on my mind." I say, but I don't say anything after that, mostly because it's self explanatory.

"You seem to be busy, I'll leave you alone. If you need me, I'll be at the Junkyard with Scissors." and then he leaves. Did he say Scissors? Must be one of his new weirdo friends from school. Stupid nickname.

"I can't stay in here forever," I tell myself, "I've got to go have some fun!" I hop off my bed and walk over to my open window. I grab the bottom of the screen and start to pull it up. As soon as the screen is up I check to see if there's anything stopping me, when I see there's nothing, I jump out onto the roof.

"Enobaria!" what was that? "Enobaria!" There it is again, it sound like it coming from the ground. I look down and see my best friend Axel next to my front porch.

"What are you doing here?" I ask. He'd only come if I called him here, why is he here? It must be important.

"Jessie's having a party, I thought you might need a brake from thinking and you'd wanna come to the party." he says. I do need a break, good thing he came by.

"I'll be down in a second, just wait!" I jump off of the roof and grab onto a tree close by, then I slide down it and land next Axel. "Hey! Let's go!" I say.

"Cool! How'd you do that? That was awesome!" he looks at me with his head tilted and then says, "You learned it at the gym, didn't you?" I don't want to answer, mostly because if someone catches me I'm dead, training for the Hunger Games isn't allowed, in fact it's prohibited.

"No, just thought of it at the top of my head." then I smile sweetly like I always do, just to make Axel laugh.

"Cute, real funny." Then he puts his arm around me and hugs me tight. "You're the best!" he says. Then he directs me to Jessie's party.

When we arrive at Jessie's house it's already packed with teens and a couple of kids. One even comes up to me with two slices of pizza and says, "Hey, man" I can almost smell the alcohol in his breath, gross "Here's some pizza" then he shoves the slices in Axel's and my face, just as we try to avoid him.

"Uh, thanks" I say. Then I take the pizza and Axel and I run into the house laughing about how weird that guy was acting and how bad he smelled. "Did you smell the alcohol in his breath, it was absolutely horrifying and disgusting!" I laugh so hard that I have to gulp in air to get enough oxygen, "and did you hear how he talked! Oh my God!"

"I know right! He smelled awful!" Axel's the funniest person ever, no wonder he's my best buddy. We can even stop laughing for even a few seconds, but eventually we get tired of it and we make our way inside Jessie's house. "Wow this party is crazy!"

"OH! I didn't know that!" I yell sarcastically, while giggling. "Come on, let's go inside!" Then I grab his wrist and pull him inside the house.

When we enter the house, two teens run past us screaming, while three others are right on their heels and clawing at them. Axel and I walk farther into the house and try to find a place just to relax, but we end up finding a room filled with video games and other electronics. As we continue to walk through the house, there seems to be less teens the farther we go. Finally, after ten minutes, me and Axel reach a room completely empty, except for a couch and a cheap television. When we reach the room we sit on the couch and try to relax.

I lay down with my head on one side of the couch and my feet on the other side, while Axel does the same, but his feet toward me. "So, what do you want to do?" I ask.

"Not sure, wanna watch some television?" He grabs the television remote and tosses it to me. I grab the remote and turn on channel 1, the Capitol Channel. "Why are you watching the Capitol Channel?" Axel asks.

"Because I want to." I say with sarcasm. On the TV a Capitol woman is reporting about the Reapings, and she continues to reference the Dark Days. Apparently this year there will be roses for decoration. Roses, that reminds me of President Snow, the one that led us into greatness, although I question his actions. She continues to speak about the tradition of the Hunger Games and the sequence of events before the tributes are placed in the arena. First the tribute parade, then the interviews, and if you win you go on a victory tour. Nothing new.

"Why do they show this same report every year if nobody watches it?" Axel asks. Who does watch it, anyone insane would.

"The Capitol watches it." I say flatly. I have no emotion when it comes to the Capitol, they're confusing and strange, but District 2 supports them. District 2 is one of the three districts that are most supportive of the Capitol, in fact District 2 may be the Capitol's number one supporter. We've had the most volunteers for the Hunger Games, mostly because everyone here train. It's not rare to meet someone that knows how to throw knives, it's common.

I don't care about the Hunger Games, but my parents do, they've been pressuring me my whole life to volunteer. I don't want to, I don't want to train, but I have to. I'm not scared that I wont win, I'm scared I'll win and kill someone. I'm not a killer, never have been.

The reporter continues to talk about the history of the Hunger Games and why the Treaty of Treason was used. "Before the Hunger Games, there were the Dark Days. The Dark Days was when the 13 Districts rebelled it's great leader, the Capitol. After a brutal war 12 Districts were defeated and the 13th obliterated. To make sure the Dark Days never occur again the Treaty of Treason was signed, and so came the Hunger Games. This year's Hunger Games is the 62nd. I hope everyone in the Capitol is excited!" Nothing I haven't herd before.

"What time is it?" I ask while yawning. It must be getting late, I'm really tired. I look over at the TV again to see if the time is displayed onscreen. 4:38 am. 4:38am! "Oh my God. It's 4:30 in the morning!" I start to scream, my parents must be freaking out.

I start running in the direction of the front yard in order to get out, but there are still teens everywhere, and they're all in my way. "Get out of the way!" I scream, but there's no need, as soon as I run into a room everyone clears the way for me, with Axel on my heels.

I finally make it to the front yard, so I take a breath of fresh air and continue running, all the way to my house. I climb the same tree I used to climb down on earlier in the day, and then go through the window of my bedroom where my mother is already waiting for me. Great.

"Where were you at, so late at night?" she asks. I see that angry expression on her face and i know she means business. How could I waste so much time at a party?

"Just with a friend."

"What friend?"

"Jessie, we were doing some school work and lost track of time."

"Oh, really?" she's not buying it, she never falls for my lies. "Just get to bed, the Reaping's today. I want you with some energy."

Why did she let me off so easy? Am I so much of a disappointment that she doesn't care or is she being nice so I'll volunteer? My mother does this kind of thing just to get inside my head and make me go insane. I hate that, a lot. Sometimes, I hate her.

I plop down on top of my bed and scream in confusion. She always makes me confused, I should get used to it. I lay down on my bed so that the covers aren't on top of me, but are covering my feet instead. Although I may need the warmth, I don't want it. My inside has enough warmth, it's my outside that needs it.

When I finally wake up from a long nap, it's 11:00 in the morning. I'm going to be late! I can't be late!

I grab a bright orange dress, pull it on, and then carry a bold black pair of heels. Then I run, I run straight to the square. I can't be late.

As I run through the street, I bump into many people heading toward the square as well. I start to push people out of my way, I have to get to the square, they don't. I continue to run and don't stop until I reach the check in.

"Enobaria, Enobaria Vexton." I say while gulping air. "I need to get in now!"

"Go ahead, I have all your information here." she says.

I run toward my age grouping and try to find a place to stand, but there's barely enough room. I push some girls, and when they finally move over I gain a place to stand without my personal space being infiltrated.

"Ladies first!" I hear the escort say. She wears a bright red dress and a giant white wig that looks like it's going to topple over. I can't see her, but by the sound on stage I can tell she's making her way to the gigantic globe. "Abigail Thomas!"

A small girl, about 13 years old, walks onstage. I try to look over the crowd to get a better view, but someone pushes me out of the way and into the walkway of the stage. Everyone eyes me, like I'm brave. I must look like I'm about to volunteer. I look at the crowd of parents behind all the kids, I can just barely see my mother. She looks like she's going to cry, but she has a smile on her face. She seems so proud, she's never been proud of me.

I take advantage of fate and yell "I volunteer!" then I walk onstage as the young girl leaves and I whisper to her "Your welcome." I don't need her thank you, I know she's grateful of me, she didn't want to die. It's better me than her.

"What's your name?" the escort asks me.

"Enobaria, Enobaria Vexton."