It is the day of the reaping, I am imagining finally becoming ineligible and to come out of the reaping nearly unscathed (with a person who was kinda my friend getting reaped lat last years 78th hunger games, at least he didn't die in pain, a quick death in the bloodbath.) Rightly so my family taught me to not to join the rebellion that Katniss Everdeen accidentally started by trying to save her and this other boy from District 12 (whom to my knowledge is still alive) lives. People getting killed all around us but none of us getting killed, it was weird to hear the sound of bombs in the distance ,but none ever hitting us, the Capitol just left us alone. As long as we left them alone.

District 7 was the only district not to take a side in the war so we remained basically untouched. The career districts still produce the ravaging beasts who want to kill everyone as fast as they can, a few years ago this girl from 2 went around trying to eat the tributes that she killed. She was easily going to win but she got taken by some invisible force that literally ripped her apart, so it is an unsaid rule that there is no cannibalism.

I am standing beside my 14 year old brother, Brad Pitt, his ashen blond hair combed back especially for the reaping, I am ready to Volunteer if it comes to that. Our escort Dominique Wilkins says "Ladies First… Selena Azavič", her, I hate her, I hate her tanned features, I hate her dark hair, I hate her high voice, In short I hate her. I'm also glad for her to die, "And now for the boys… Brad"- I cut her off and yell in my calmest voice, I volunteer. "Our 2 tributes Selena Azavič and Jessie Pitt".

I am herded into the Justice Building by Peacekeepers and pick up a small wound on my right hip bone. My mother walks in to the justice hall amazingly calmly. "Try to win" is all she says to me before she is taken by the peacekeepers. I wait for another few minutes before my father, the blacksmith walks in. He just looks at me and then finally asks. "Do you think you can win?", "not really" I reply, "well you can, your strong and strength counts for heaps in the arena and you know it". I wait for a long few minutes before I am hauled off by peacekeepers onto a sleek Capitol Bullet Train.

I have later learned while on the train, the person I volunteered for was not my brother, another person called Brad Johansen. Our mentors, Blight and Johanna walk in, Johanna is a psychopath so I hope to have Blight as my mentor, Blights, his brown hair tousled mocks Dominique and says "Ladies First." Johanna wants the Selena which is a small victory for me, still I think they don't even care about us at all as they are the only victors from 7 even though we are a middle class district. This is what the Capitol have to say about us.

"This beautiful district is lush with trees, from which these citizens supply our lumber and paper. The people of District 7 are hardworking and down-to-earth."

Blight discusses tactics and what not to do to me, they were do not team up with the

careers and the other was not to do anything stupid. I walk into my quarters after my frustrating talk with Blight who now evidently doesn't like me. I do not have a chance in these games.

I peel my outfit off my sweat soaked torso, I get in the shower and breathe a sigh of relief as the warm water washes the sweat off my body, I don't think twice about pressing all the buttons and getting myself attacked by swarms of bubbles, water jets and some other substance. "God that was fun" I think out loud. I have Four Poster Bed embedded with this soft silky stuff covering an ultra soft mattress. I can't sleep for what seems like years until the drowsiness overcomes me.

I wake to have breakfast with Dominique, Johanna, Blight and Selena, Selena stays very quiet while Johanna and Dominique are arguing about something to do with Capitol, Johanna hates the Capitol, she was taken prisoner after the rebellion by the Capitol and even after she was released she was to be closely supervised. Johanna flicks her dark hair away from her pale features, yells at Dominique and stalks out of the Breakfast Car.

We should be nearing the Capitol now, or so Blight said nearly 2 hours ago so I angrily stamp back to my room to try to have some more rest, if I do I am not looking forward to it. Nightmare after Nightmare attacks me, me getting stabbed in the heart by a girl with a razor sharp silver knife and then she spitting in face as I'm dying, slowly and painfully. I am woken by Dominique, "only 2 more hours" she chirps in her posh Capitol accent, as she leaves the room I imitate her voice under my breath so only I can hear it.

I get out of bed and take my first looks at the Capitol, wow is all I can say, huge water fountains spouting different colours of water, tall waterfront buildings made of glass, mansions glowing with colour and the sound of fireworks going off in the distance.

As we pull into the station I face the Capitol crowd, I grimace at the sight of them, piercings all over their faces, their bodies dyed bright colours, even mutations. Once i get over my shock I open the window and start waving. People look into their tribute guides and start chanting my name. Selena gives me a look of what I think is confusion. "you aren't gonna win these games", "yeah so, I can still try."