This is my first fanfiction so any feedback is greatly appreciated.

Disclaimer: Unfortunately I'm not Suzanne Collins, so i don't own any of this *sigh*

Everything is white; the walls, the ceiling, the floor, and even the chair I'm sitting in. It's closing me in, suffocating me. I attempt the breathing exercises my mama taught me, as my pulse starts to race and my palms start to sweat. Breathe in, Breathe out, repeat.

The door on the other side of the room bursts open and a blur of red rushes in. It's the weird bird lady who has braided my hair all week and put me into pretty dresses. Her face looks a bit like the cranes that sometimes fly over our home. Especially, when it's all pinched up like it is now as she maneuvers my arms into a warm soft jacket. I can't help but watch her as she works. Her hair is the same color as the roses in our garden. Mama doesn't let me go near them. She worries i will hurt myself on them. I can spend hours looking out of my window at them. Papa sometimes cuts some off the bush for me and cuts off the evil thorns so that I can hold them without getting hurt. Bird Lady has just finished with my hair. As if reading my thoughts, she puts a rose into the bottom of my braid which hangs over my shoulder. "It's f-for you," she stammers "I want you to have something pretty to look at when you ...when the time comes..." She gulps and looks at me sadly. Why is she sad? Just seeing the pretty rose should bring a smile to her face. But, I can't help starting to tear up too. I just hate seeing other people upset. She awkwardly pats my back and leads my over to a weird tube thing I hadn't noticed before. She gives me a kiss on the head and pushes me inside. Suddenly, it ground starts to move up toward the ceiling. I feel like the tube is going to close in on me, or I'll get crushed on the ceiling,or I'll be stuck here forever, or, or... I remind myself: Breathe in, Breathe out

A whoosh of fresh air makes my exercises no longer necessary. Everything around me is blinding but at least I can breathe again.

60

I look around in confusion trying to understand why the tube is gone. The ground is completely white.

50

As I look to the sky I realize that it is a brilliant blue without a single cloud.

40

Blue and White. Blue and White. They are the only colors I see. It's cold. They aren't happy colors

30

Looking down I remember the rose. I like red. Red is a happy color. It reminds me of home.

20

I concentrate on the rose, rubbing it's smooth silky petals, and inhaling the scent it gives off.

10

I hear loud crazy laughter and I look up in shock. It is a giant boy right next to me watching me and laughing. My rose must make him happy too.

9

I look around and notice the other people. There are a lot of us standing in a circle.

8

In the middle there is a big pile of shiny things. They look almost as pretty as my rose. Maybe I'll go get one.

7

I catch the eye of the boy again. He is still staring at me.

6

He isn't laughing anymore, but he has a weird smile on his face.

5

I don't like that smile. It is the look my brother, Eric would have whenever he tried to trip me or hit me.

4

He cracks his knuckles and I immediately back up in fear.

3

I feel myself fall back when my foot misses the edge of the platform

2

There is a loud rushing noise and suddenly everything is red. I allow myself to relax into the pretty color as it gets darker, never once letting go of my rose. Somewhere in the distance I hear a gong go off.