When the reaping is over and all the voices start to echo through the city, we go to leave.

We don't go by the justice center since we don't have any visitors. Instead we go to the train station and climb aboard the fancy capitol train. I stand in awe as I take in the beautiful inside of the train.

I want to eat all the treats and goodies but I don't. I need to keep myself used too little food since I won't get much in the games.

I run over to a small table in the corner. On the table, there's a big bowl of purple punch. I take the spoon and a plastic glass and begin to fill my cup. I look over to my brother as I do so. When I do, a bit of the punch spills on my small, white tank top. I try to wipe the stain but it just stays there. I eventually give up and walk away.

"Hey, Zeth?" I say my brother's name slowly.

"Yes, Flyss?" He says a little bit too annoyed.

"Ya know what?" I say just to not make this scene so awkward.

"What!?" He yells angrily, throwing the pie slicer across the room at me.

My eyes widen and I duck but it has lightly grazed my arm by that time. "Eah!" I scream.

He runs over to me, "It's not even the games yet and I've already hurt someone." He shakes his head as he bandages my gashed arm. "At least it wasn't deep." He states optimisticly.

Just then, our guide, Flimon, rushes over to us. "Oh, honey. You're hurt." She states.

"No dip Sherlock." I say with a laugh in my voice. My brother then walks me to my bedroom where I can relax and try to analyze my scenario.

I give him a nod, meaning thank you, as her runs off to his own room which is right next to mine. I close the door and walk to my bed, sitting down when I get there. "Hmm… "I say to myself "Where am I…" I ask.

"Well that's easy," I reply

"It is?" I say aloud before deciding to think in my head.

Yes, it is. After all, didn't you just get reaped?

I sigh. I AM right. But I mean what am I going to do when I get where I'm going?

You will just have to figure that out yourself.

I yell out a frustrated sound and throw the remote at the wall. I'm not getting anywhere with this. All its doing is starting over and I don't want to start over. What I really want to do is be able to open my eyes and be back in my district where I could be careless and irresponsible whenever I want to. I sigh knowing that that will never happen. Maybe sleeping will bring some peace.

I turn over in my spot and lay my head down on my pillow. I close my eyes, but when I do, I can't find sleep. The only thing on my mind is the fact that in about a week, I'm gonna have to kill 23 other teenagers. One of them being my own flesh and blood. I'm gonna have to kill my brother.


Heres the update you've all been waiting for! I know it's not a lot, but I promise th enext chapter will be longer! :) And to those who I promised spots in this, I'll put your char's in soon! I love whoevers reading this! Bye! :)