I open my eyes.

I'm going up, I'm in a tube. I don't freak out though, I have a sense not to. That I'll be out of it in a moment or less.

I'm right.

I see a metal circle beneath my feet and I've stopped going up. I look around me and notice I'm on a pedestal as the tube around me lowers back into the ground.

"Let the ninetieth Hunger Games, begin!" a voice rings from somewhere in the sky.

I have a feeling I shouldn't step off my pedestal yet. I notice there are other kids on pedestals like mine near me. There's a boy with dark hair looking at me. I get a feeling he's trying to tell me something but I just look away.

My brain is leisurely taking in my surroundings. A wide open meadow with a large golden horn shaped thing with supplies all in and around it. A cornucopia, I think, though, unsure how I know what it is. In front of me, behind the cornucopia I can see it is full of green trees, foresty like and I see a lake as well. To my right is the same scenery of trees except they're all yellow and brown and orange. Behind me I see bare trees and brown grass and a light white coating over the ground. To my left there are full lush trees and green grass and everything seems like it is blooming.

I rack my brain but I can come up with no answer to why I am here, what I need to do, and who I am.

My instincts suddenly take over and I am off my pedestal just before everyone else and I am running to the cornucopia, picking up a green backpack, a set of knives, and an over-the-shoulder pack and sling them on, putting the knives in my bag. A knife whizzes past my ear and before I can think about anything else, I am at the golden horn, grabbing two quivers full of arrows, two bows and a sword and I am running off to my left where the bright full blooming trees are. The climate turns cooler, but still pleasant.

I don't stop running.

I can feel I'm being followed but I sense no threat so I keep running.

I soon feel I am getting tired and begin climbing a tree. There is a sense of urgency and I climb faster stopping once I am a good thirty feet in the air.

There is a rustle behind me and I have an arrow notched in place in the bow and I have the arrow aimed at the boy with the dark hair's chest.

He looks alarmed and confused when I don't immediately lower my bow. I keep it up so he knows I'm capable of ending his life right now.

His voice quivers a little when he speaks and I see he also has a sword and a backpack. "I thought you were going to leave me to get skewered," he says looking in my eyes. He has a gentle face and big brown eyes. His skin is almost olive but you can tell he's pretty pale, even under the shade of the trees surrounding us. "Felicity, what are you doing?" He tries to push my arrow away but I hold it even more firmly.

"Who are you? What's going on?" I demand. He looks even more confused. "Can I trust you? Lie to me and you become a boy-ka-bob."

He nods his head. "We-we're friends, Felicity, of course you can trust me." I see sincerity in his face so I lower my bow and put the arrow away. "Where did they take you? Are you hurt?"

I am confused by his questions. He's my ally, I have a feeling he is. I hand over one of the full quivers and a bow and he gratefully slings them on. "I don't know what's going on," I say, fear beginning to crawl into my chest.

If it is possible, he pales more. "Oh no, they must have brainwashed you!"

Brainwashing? Sounds stupid. But I feel like I need to believe him. "My name is Jay. Your mom and my dad are best friends. We've grown up together our whole lives. These are the Hunger Games, you and I are from District 12 and we have to stay alive to win," he says in a hushed tone. Before he can continue, a knife impales itself in the branch we are standing on and he looks down. "We need to keep going."

We keep climbing until night falls and my hands hurt and I am sweaty. Jay and I climbed and jumped from tree to tree all day only taking short breaks to eat some of the fruit we find growing on the trees and drink some water from our canteens. We stop because it's getting hard to see and find a nice fork in the branches where we can both put down the sleeping bags we found in out packs and sit down to rest. I look through my bag and find a flashlight, a box of crackers and water purifying stuff, and a tub of some kind of cream. Jay finds the same in his pack.

He looks in my bag and smiles a little. "Your mom told us she had almost that exact same stuff when she and your dad were in the Games," he says zipping his bag closed.

I'm very confused now. "Can you explain who my and your parents are for me please?"

Jay smiles a little and takes off his belt to strap his sleeping bag to the tree and tells me to do the same. He picks a few apples from a neighbor tree and brings them over for us to eat. "Katniss Everdeen, now Katniss Mellark married Peeta Mellark officially when they were twenty and had you. The same year you were born, Gale Hawthorn, my dad, and my mom, Baylen Rios, now Baylen Hawthorne had me. They got married the same year your parents did. My dad and your mom were best friends and he says they would have gotten married if she hadn't fallen in love with your dad and he hadn't met my mom," he explains. "When your parents were sixteen they were both in the Hunger Games and they both won. When they were seventeen they had to be in it again. The Hunger Games are where two kids from each of the twelve districts and the rules used to be the kids destroy each other until there is only one left alive. The rules are now that either only one kid lives or if the two tributes from a district manage to stay alive, they will win."

The whole thing sounds barbaric. Then he mentions that it's broadcasted live to the whole country and I lose it. "What? That's completely sick! That's awful, wrong, that's-" Jay quickly puts a hand over my mouth and looks around franticly until I stop trying to take his hand away and I quiet my voice.

"Be careful, they'll hear you, Felicity!" he says removing his hand. I decide to listen to him.

"So what are we supposed to do? I don't want to go around getting everyone I see in the chest with an arrow!" I say.

I'm feeling a little hopeless. Considering I still don't know anything other than what Jay has told me, things are seeming pretty hopeless.

Jay puts his arm around me and I gratefully burry my head in his chest. "You try to get some rest. I'll take first watch and wake you if anything happens." I nod and scoot into my sleeping bag and get fairly comfortable after a minute.

I watch Jay draw an arrow and hold it keeping a look around. This is the last thing I see before sleep take over my consciousness.

[This ends my first day in the Hunger Games.]

*Author's Note*

So.. My first time using fanfiction to show the WORLD my stories. *terrified*

I don't own the Hunger Games or any of the characters from the story that are mentioned in here.

They belong to Suzane Collins and she is genius 3

Kay, so, um. This is only the first part.. This is a somewhat complicated fanfiction.. Sort of.. But I hope you like it.

- Tatiana ^^