A/N: This is kinda short I'm sorry! This is my first fanfic, so reviews and constructive criticism would be soo nice(: I promis the next chapter won't be so short or slow... wait actually it would be kinda slow, cause u know there going on the train and stuff haha but it will be longer, and itll get good soon! :) reead&&review:)

Katniss POV

Not a twig snapped under my feet as I made my way back home through the woods, in a hurry now. Today was an important day; I needed to be in the square looking presentable by exactly two 'o clock. I needed to look in love with Peeta, again.

Today was reaping day.

And not just any reaping day; today Peeta and I would learn who we would be mentoring in the 75th Hunger Games, the third Quarter Quell.

During a Quarter Quell year, the Capitol adds a "twist" to the Games, but no one will no what it is until this afternoon when Effie announces it. I would be much more nervous, but President Snow seems to have forgiven my berry move last summer in my own games.

I scrambled under the fence and hurried home to my luxurious new house in the Victor's Village, where my mother would be waiting.

Peeta POV

I was definitely looking forward to tonight. I was a weak man, because even though Katniss had told me that she didn't love me, I still loved her, and when she acted, false as it was, it warmed my heart.

But the cold distance between us now chilled it to the core. I vowed that tonight on the train, I would make amends, bring our friendship, at least, back.

Now, though, I sat in the square, waiting anxiously for her to arrive. My heart jumped to my throat when she approached silently, in a silk green dress that made her look like a forest fairy. I nodded politely to her, smiling. She did the same to me, her eyes reserved, and worried.

When the mayor dictated his speech about how the Hunger Games came into being, I completely tuned it out. I was thinking about Katniss, of course. I planned exactly what I would say to her tonight, on the train. I needed the words to be perfect if I wanted her to believe me, and agree.

Then Effie began her speech about the Hunger Games. I had planned on tuning it out, as well, but decided against that when she announced the rules for the Quarter Quell.

"This year, to show that there is no limit to the Capitol's wrath, the age limit for tributes has been extended from ten year olds to twenty year olds!"

Beside me I felt Katniss go completely still. I wondered who she could be worried for more, because her sister had been in the reaping anyway... Then I remembered Gale, how he was nineteen, and I thought of his dozens of entries. Of course she would worry about him.

"Ladies first!" Effie trilled. She stuck her hand in the giant ball and rolled it around a bit. "Mira Knoff!" I felt the tension go out of Katniss as she allowed that her sister was safe for one more year, at least.

I saw the girl coming up towards the stage, not a girl from the seam, but a blonde haired girl, a merchant girl. She looked to be about sixteen years old. The odds had not been in her favor, it seemed. She looked terrified, but kept her dignity.

Then Effie reached into the ball for the boys, and I saw Katniss closing her eyes. At that moment I was torn between giving her my hand, because hers looked so small and empty, as did her face. Comfort won out over dignity because I nudged her. She looked up at me, confused. I offered her my hand, and she took it willingly enough. As Effie continued to reach around in the ball, she squeezed mine nervously.

When Effie finally called out "Gale Hawthorne," in a clear, loud voice, the pressure around my hand released as Katniss fell limp in her seat.