Katniss Pov

I looked around as we started to practice. Haymitch had told us to start making friends with the other victors so that we could choose our allies, but I couldn't bring myself to talk to them. Johanna was once again naked and oiling her figure in front of the wrestling station. I rolled my eyes and sat down at the knot tying station.

Suddenly, the bell rang. We all looked up in shock. This bell was rarely used, and signified a visit from the president. We all stood from where we were and formed a line, as was taught by our instructors. There he was, Snow, with his mocking smile and snakelike eyes.

"Attention tributes!" he announced, as if we all weren't already staring. "We have found a girl, poaching on our land. She is not from any of our districts." We looked around in shock. Where else could she be from? "As punishment, she will be participating in the quarter quell as well."

We all gasped. First, she wasn't from any district, so she's probably from another country. Then, she probably doesn't even know what the games are! Snow really is a cruel person.

"Hey! Put me down!" came an annoyed shout from behind him. "I can walk by myself you a*****e!" We all tried to peer around the president to see who this girl was. From behind Snow, to peacekeepers appeared, dragging along a young girl, who was using quite a colorful vocabulary for someone her age.

"Ah there she is!" Snow said, happily holding his hand out for her to hold. When she simply glared at him, he put his hand back down and addressed us once again. "This is the girl, Rose Hathaway. She will be participating in the games." He grinned at our astonished faces before continuing, "Not only that, but she will be taking the place of one of you tributes." Turning back to the girl's now gaping face, he said "Take your pick"

Silence. This was all that met her as she looked pleadingly at each of us, begging us to help her in her decision. But we could do nothing but hope as she analyzed each of us, trying to make a decision, before finally pointing at Mags, "I pick her."