New story. Cause I got bored. I'll finish the other one, to those of you reading this too. I just have ADD and can never really focus on one thing at a time. And this is super long for me. Don't expect the other chapters to be this long. Remember the ADD people! Remember it! Review and enjoy!

60... I look around.

59... a deserted neighborhood?

58...Behind it

57...a desert...

56...To the right, snow

55...To the left, forest

54...In front, rain

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50...Where should I go? The houses must be booby-trapped

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47...My siblings are watching

46...I can't believe I volunteered. Even though it was for my best friend

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42...There's a large knife right in front of me.

41...That's my weapon!

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33...small backpack a few yards ahead

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27...What if I die? No one from the outlying districts ever do.

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21...I'm no different.

20...Yes I am! I'm strong

19...I'm smart

18...I'm fast!

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12...Get focused.

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9...My district and training score.

8...Here i go

7...I'm scared

6...I don't want to die

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3...I'm going to win

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BZZZZZZZ

I sprint off of my plate and grab the knife and the backpack. Most people, besides the careers and a few idiots who seem to want to die, run into the forest. Nope, can't go there. it must be full of traps. I decide on the rain, and run fast. After about an hour, I see a cave about two-hundred yards ahead. I jog to it and open up my pack. Inside is a small knife, a pack of dried fruit, some beef jerky,iodine, and a piece of plastic that has a chart of the tributes. I've never seen that before, but it could be useful. Then something about it catches my eye. Underneath the pictures, is the location and health status of that particular person. It actually says where they are and if they are alive, dead, or injured. there are fourteen dead tributes. The girl from One, the boy from Three, both from Five, both from Six, both from Eight, my district partner, the girl from Ten, and both from Eleven and Twelve. The Careers are in the forest(none are injured), both from Seven are in the desert(perfectly healthy), Ten is in the rain(injured), and the girl from Three is in the neighborhood(healthy). Since she's in the neighborhood, that means that she dismantled the booby-traps. Crap! She is going to be hard to get.

All I'm thinking about right now though is water. It's been about three hours since the bloodbath, so it's probably safe to move. Ha. This is the Hunger Games. It's never safe. Which means, since there is so much rain, it's probably not safe to drink. Wonderful. That's just great. Ugh! This is so frustrating. Back home we collected the rain water and drank it all the time. Guess I better be on the lookout for water. I might as well find District Ten. i throw everything into my pack and start walking. I'm glad I'm doing okay. Usually our tributes are dead in the first ten minutes. Not this year.
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After about three hours of walking, I'm soaked to the skin and have nothing to show for it. I sigh and approach the nearest cave. When I walk in, he's staring at me with wide eyes.

"Wait! Don't kill me! I can help you! I have a chart of all of the tributes! I know where everyone is!" I look at him in shock. How did he get one of those?

"You too? Look, I'm sorry, but I have family to get home to, and there's no way you're getting in my way" I grip my knife, and finally get a good look at him when he steps into the light. He can't be much older than me, and I'm thirteen. I hesitate, and he takes this as a chance to plead for his life.

"Please! I have family to get home to also. Please let me make a run for it. I can't fight you, I have a broken arm. I'm only fourteen. You have to let me go."

He does have some pretty nice stuff. He probably ran into the cornucopia. A huge backpack, a gallon of water, a spear, a knife, a tent, even some meat. "What's in the pack Ten?"

He tosses it over to me, and I open it. Inside it are some poison darts and a blowgun, some rope, a lot of nails, some wire, four large packs of beef jerky, and iodine. I stare at him in disbelief. "How did you carry all of this with a broken arm?"

He shrugs. "I was allies with the boy from Eight and my district partner. We carried it all out here and into this cave. The girl from One saw us and chased us down. She killed my allies and broke my arm before i slit her throat. What 's in your pack?'

I toss it over to him and he grins. "Looks like you won't last long with this. You might just need an ally." This time I shrug. "You've got some pretty nice stuff District Ten. Fine. Allies. My name's Lavender."

"Lawrence."

I wrinkle my nose. "Lawrence?'

He laughs. I like his laugh. "Yeah. My mom named me after my dad, and his mom had no taste in names."

"I can tell. So how did you get a chart like that? I thought I had the only one."

"It was in my pack. I thought I had the only one too. Did you see where Three is? How in Panem did she get in there?"

"She's pretty smart. Did you see her interview? Ceaser had no idea what she was saying! Not that that surprises me. I'm pretty sure all of that hair dye has gone to his brain. By the way, do you mind if I call you Ten? Lawrence seems like such a District Three name."

"Sure, as long as you don't mind if I call you Nine. Lavender seems like such a prissy name for someone who volunteered. Why did you volunteer anyway? It's not like you thought you had a chance. No one sponsors anyone from the outlying districts anyway."

Then, as if to prove a point, I hear a clunk outside. I grab my knife and creep outside of the cave, and i front of me is a sliver parachute. I blow a kiss to the sky, and get another parachute for my trouble. I pick them up and run inside.

"Ten look! You were wrong! It's a splint for your arm! Thank you!" The camera seems like a waste o sponsor money. Why would i want to take a picture of this place? I cross the cave and gently grab his arm. "Okay, this might hurt a little." I gingerly grip it and place the bones together. He tenses. "Sorry," I say. Then I lace together the strings. "There. How does that feel?"

"Much better. You got something else too. What was it?"

"I don't know. It looks like some sort of camera. It certainly has a lot of buttons." I hand the camera to him, and he inspects it. He pushes a button and I hear a loud crash. "What was that?!" He starts laughing. "Oh, I get it. It's a noise machine. It must be meant to scare our friends out there. Don't worry Nine the tiny box won't hurt you."

I roll my eyes and playfully punch his arm. He mocks hurt. "I can't believe you would do that to me Lavender. I am truly hurt."

"Yeah. Whatever. Hey! Aren't we supposed to be seeing the faces by now? i know we have the charts, but not everyone has one. Right?"

"I don't know. I certainly hope not. They can see I'm injured. Let's give it two more hours. I think we should start taking shifts. I'll take the first one. Why don't you lay down. I'll wake you up if anything happens."

Hmmmmmmm. I look at him suspiciously. "What? Oh you can't be serious. You think I would actually hurt you? That's a joke. I won't hurt you. I promise."

I lay down and close my eyes, but don't sleep. After about an hour, he crosses towards me. I grip my knife tighter, but he just takes a strand of my curly hair and plays with it.

"Nine, I wish we met under different circumstances. I've been wanting to meet you since I saw the reaping. You volunteered for the girl. That was really brave. It was so obvious that she would've died in the first five minutes. You have character. And you're pretty. Instead, we had to meet here, and only one of us can come put. But it will be one of us. You're strong and smart and brave. Besides, the careers win every year. It's about time we mix it up. Either you or me. I wish it didn't have to be this way. Ha. Listen to me. I just met you, and here I am going on and on about you. That's just dumb." He sighs.

"Ten?" He looks at me. "How long was I asleep? Did you hear the cannons?" I didn't, but maybe he saw the faces.

"No. I think that maybe everyone does have a chart. This is a very dangerous games. Everyone knows where we are. They know I am injured, and they have probably guessed we are allies. i know this is a lot for the first day, but the game-makers seem to want all the tributes together. This is very odd. Fourteen of us are gone in one day! Does that seem strange to you? Because it sure seems that way to me."

"It does seem like they are trying to hurry things along, but...what are you getting at?"

He shrugs."I'm gonna get some sleep. Wake me up when you want some rest. Don't kill me!"

"Hmmm. I guess i'll try."

He pretends like he's scared, then lays down.

Ten is handsome in a nerdy sort of way. He has short black hair and hazel eyes with long, dark eyelashes, a small nose, and soft pink lips. Being a teenage girl, I can't help but wonder.. no. stop it Lavender. You're in the Hunger Games. He has to die so that you can go home.

I grip my knife tightly and lean against the cave. I look at the chart. Seven is now in the snow. Huh. I wonder how they are staying warm. the tribute outfit this year is nothing more than black sweatpants, a tan t-shirt, and a white jacket. Oh! And climbing boots. Which actually make no sense. There are no mountains anywhere in this arena. But I guess we'll just have to see. This is the Hunger Games after all. And in the Hunger Games, nothing is as it seems.