I sit next to Marvel, the three days before the reaping. We're at the place where nobody goes, above the place where everyone goes. Downstairs is a hangout for teens in our district. It's called Fountain of Gold. They made it after one of our tributes won the Hunger Games one year. Downstairs, the Fountain was bustling with teenagers, all talking about one thing: The Reaping.

"Marvel, I know you want to be in the Hunger Games, but what if you die? I will never have you anymore." My eyes fill with tears of the thought of losing Marvel. I love him.

"Twilight, I probably won't even get picked. Half of the people put their names in at least 30 times." Marvel puts his muscular arm around me and I lean my head against his chest.

I remember the year when my younger brother got picked for the Hunger Games. Most of them were jealous of him, but back then, he was a skinny 14 year old with no muscle what so ever. When I heard Lillian call his name sharply, I screamed. My best friend, CeCe, squeezed my hand and tried to comfort me. I knew he wasn't going to live. He was the first one slaughtered. After my brother died, my mom and dad moved to the Capitol, leaving me here to stay with Marvel.

I feel Marvel shifting uncomfortably on the plush loveseat that we were sitting on.

"It wasn't your fault that your brother got killed you know," Marvel says, petting my hair.

"I could have trained him, he would of won," I whisper.

"It wouldn't have helped."

I pinch my palm before I could start crying.

"Look, I'm sorry for what happened. Why don't we go down to the Range and throw some spears and knives." Marvel sat up and dusted off his jeans.

He pulls me up and pulls me into a kiss, a long passionate one. Then, we walk hand in hand downstairs.

Glimmer walks up to us, "Hello."

"Glimmer," I murmur.

"We are on our way, so can you please get out of our path," Marvel growls.

"Now, now. If we were ever in the Hunger Games together, you would appreciate what you have." She spins on her heel and flounces away. Jiggling her butt as she goes, making all the guys stare in awe.

I tug on Marvel's hand, "Let's go."

We walk out of the Fountain and the bright blue sky welcomes us.

Mist, a plump middle aged woman who wears bright yellow hair and a bunch of rings everywhere, walks past us.

"Hello!" She cheers in her pipsqueak voice, her nose rings wobbling up and down.

I resist the urge to laugh as she shrugs and bounces away. Marvel has no hesitation though; he bursts out laughing, which makes me laugh, too.

We laugh the whole way to the Range, not minding the looks from pedestrians walking about.

The Range is a tall, castle-like building with gates surrounding the perimeter. Inside were rows and rows of spears, knives, swords, bows, slingshots, axes, and many other deadly looking things. There are dummies perched by the walls, about a thousand of them, so you could hit them with any weapon.

There was already a crowd there, but not as many as there will be the day before the reaping.

Marvel grabs the biggest, and deadliest, looking spear and wipes it right at a dummies heart. It lands perfectly in the center of where the heart would be.

"Nice," I clap my hands slowly and grab 5 knives. I take one and set the other four in front of four other dummies.

"Do you want me to time you?" Marvel asks, smirking. We have this game where we spread out the knives and see how fast we can throw them. I have never gotten all of the knives in the heart before, but that will change.

"Why would you ask?" I stand in front of the dummy, about 100 feet away, and brace myself for when Marvel says go. I can feel all of the other's eyes trained on me.

"Go!" Marvel yells and I chuck the knife at the dummy. Direct hit in the heart. I leap toward the second dummy and launch the knife at it. Another direct hit. I go to the next dummy and do the same. Direct hit. I'm on my last one and I grip the handle. I breathe out and throw the knife at the dummy. Direct it!

I jump up into Marvels arms. "Five in a row!" The crowd who was watching me broke into applause.

"What's my time?" I ask, beaming at my achievement.

"7.9 seconds." A new Range record! The last record was set years ago, nobody has beaten that record.

I plant my lips on Marvel's and I feel his arms running along my spine. One guy whistles. I stare into Marvel's face, not knowing what would happen at the reaping.