This is my first Hunger Games story, so I'm hoping it turns out all right. Also this story is going to be my friend's, Danica Napier (that's her penname.), story, The Girl with the Starry Eyes, from another tribute's, mine, perspective. Don't worry we both agreed on this and it should work out well. Also, I believe she made a mistake, in this story the second rebellion NEVER started. Thank you.

I sit on the plush bed, staring at the mirror. Thinking, about the Games, about my life before, my life after or lack of life left for me and above all how badly I could mess with the Capital's entertainment.

I take in my reflection; my less than normal pale complexion, long, wavy blond hair and almost violet eyes.

Once a kid at school called me a freak of nature, everyone else had dark skin and most everyone had brown eyes. My eyes were almost brown; just as they were almost blue or almost normal.

I laugh out loud because that day was the day I spent an hour looking at my reflection as I am now, trying to figure what could have happened to make me so different. It wasn't like I had had any parents to go to, or friends, or siblings.

Sometimes I wondered how I survived when I was young. Not knowing who took care of me I could only guess. I always felt as if I owed the community so I almost always tried to help people. I also owed whoever took care of me as a child and didn't put me in the community home.

It was that day that I had snuck off to the winner's cabins, as they are the only houses I knew had mirrors. I guess I owe that kid a thank you because if I hadn't gone I would have never discovered the little community behind the winner's cabins.

The tale of how isn't one I could clearly remember but I think I had been chased off.

It was brilliant really having them stay there though, as no one normally goes into that area and we almost never have anyone living there. Also when someone was there they rarely ever talked to anyone when they did go to town, like they had a secret they couldn't afford to tell. I never heard of them inviting anyone over or accepting any invitations either.

I had found where the Capitol got its advanced medicine, and that is where I spent most my time at night. I slept through school hours; they really didn't care as long as you did as you were supposed to and showed up when you had to, and ventured only outside to look through the widows of the labs, until one day someone caught me there.

I had been panicking when I first realized he was there but I'd call our encounter a stroke of luck, as he was kind and showed me around the labs, explain the more complex terms and more importantly didn't turn me in. Also introduced me to his family which was only his wife and nephew whose parents had died and they had taken him in. His wife was happy to have me around, as I helped as much I as could and that she wished she had children of her own but couldn't.

The next day I came he was waiting for me and we soon made a small pact. They would take care of me and teach me whatever they knew, which was far more than what I'd learn in school and I would tell news of town. No one who worked in medicine was allowed past the victors' village, peacekeepers brought them everything they needed, and it got rather boring bunched up in the small square.

Soon I was allowed to meet everyone in their research group, as those were the people they talked to and could trust and I'd come during the day. I was also allowed to watch some of the experiments.

My knowledge continued to increase in size and I loved coming to the little town. I loved learning about medicine and all the different mixtures and how to make sure something doesn't blow up in your face; literally.

Later, after my first year into the reapings, it was only my first year because they had raised the starting age, I decided that when I was eighteen I would volunteer for whoever was chosen, in an attempt to do a little good in the world.

I sigh; it's not like I'm going to win. I wasn't planning on it in the first place. I'd better hope for a quick and painless death. Maybe I should be friends with the other tributes so that they are a bit nicer in killing me. Then again that's only if my plan fails, but it has such a low chance of working I shouldn't get my hopes up.

Never mind that. Might as well put myself to some use, maybe I could help the other tribute from my district. I get up and walk over to the computer, knowing I'm supposed to be at dinner in two hours.

"Now let's see what this can do." I say to myself. I had figured out that this desk is a computer when I stumbled because of my temporary clumsiness and had to put my hand out for balance. A virtual computer screen had come up and I only knew what it was from my work in the lab. I tap the screen and it reacts to my touch, much more high tech than I'm used to, but I can work it so it's alright.

I'm not sure why they put a computer in a train compartment for tributes, as none of us should be able to work it. I guess the train is also used for intelligent personals but I can't imagine where they would go.

I spend half an hour making sure I know all the controls, multiply the screens and set each one on a different search. I then get up to rummage through the drawers of fancy clothing, pick a nice outfit of the only pair of blue jeans I could find that were not tie-dyed, ripped so that there was barley any fabric on the front or a neon color and a maroon, silk blouse that I thought complemented my eyes.

I was going to look nice as I messed with the Games and a small voice in the back of my mind had to add in that I wanted to relax in luxury my last few day. I laid them out on the bed and went to take a shower.

This of course had a command panel that had twenty different ways you could be sprayed with water, a temperature control, a music player, an astounding fifty different soaps and ten different water types. If only I could make the people in the Capitol understand, then I'd die happy. But that wouldn't be accomplished by winning. Nope, I'd be like every other victor then, still at the Capitol's mercy.

I loved the saying, even though I might have been the one to make it up, 'A person is only free and can have anything they want in death, too bad they don't get to enjoy it in Panem.'

Once I finish my shower I go get dressed and sit at the computer with my still wet hair. In eleven of my many screen I searched the climate of the other districts. On many of the others I have survival skills and hunting techniques. Most of the things I found seemed… different, like in several sites I find mention of a type of fox that hasn't been seen for a few centuries mentioned as if it's a nuisance and some of the animal I have absolutely no clue what they are . I opened another screen to figure out where all this information was from, and did I ever get a shocking result.

Apparently there was a time before and people used something called The Internet or World Wide Web to search for information and stay connected. Not that long ago scientists found a way into the preexisting program that had been lost forever ago. Their computers had been flooded with useless information, like videos of people doing idiotic things that could get them killed. They then got a brilliant idea to let the public, sorry the Capitol, use it for entertainment.

Although that was the main use, the government got some very useful information as all the codes and security had become useless in the decaying system on classified information, of which I could not see because they fashioned a new set of codes and securities to block the information from the public, sorry the non-government employees of the Capitol.

So I, of course, spent the next hour alternating between reading useful survival information and cracking up at the hilarious/idiotic/I just didn't get it stuff on the Internet. If I was going to die I might as well have fun in the time before the Games I start to agree with the small voice at the back of my head. I was watching a dog bark along to some song I've never heard of when the timer I set went off; signaling that I should get to dinner.

I closed some of the screens, leaving up the three I thought were the most useful. I sigh again, but get up anyways. I don't want to deal with my mentors, whom I didn't even bother to find out who they were. Our male and female victors had passed away awhile back and no one from District 9 has won since.

When I approach the door to the dining compartment I think about slamming it open, but decide against it. I can say I was expecting a lot of things on the other side of the door, fancy decorations and furniture, exotic dishes, and servants, but I did not expect the 74th Hunger Games winner, Peeta, sitting next to Jason, I think it might be Jake or something like that, talking like old friends.

So, what did you think? Review and tell me! Thanks for reading!