It was a beautiful white marble house. Every single this in this mansion was pure white: furniture, ceiling, walls, floor, shingles, doors, doorknobs. It was the biggest house I'd ever seen. It smelled strangely of roses and blood, it was an acrid combination. The Peacekeepers entered and closed the gigantic doors, then they started arranging every single tribute and started calling out our names. When someone got called, he or she was led inside a room, to what I do not know.


Shaira was right in front of me. I put my hands on her shoulders and see her shiver.
"How are you?" I ask her.
She screams loudly and the Peacekeepers turn to face her.
"Sorry." she says silently.
Then she turns and says: "Shane! Why did try to scare the hell out of me?!"
She stares at me with fear in her eyes. "I'm scared." She says.
"Me too," I say, "but we have to get out alive, ok?" I stare at her with sympathy.
I want to calm her down. "But how will we get both alive?" She says.
I start thinking of what we could do to stay alive the both of us and get out of there. Then a crazy idea popped in my head.
"Do you remember those District Twelve guys from the 74th Hunger Games?" I ask her.
She looks confused. "Yeah," she says "The guys from Twelve, I think they are named Peeta and Katniss." She still doesn't understand what I am trying to say.
"Do you remember their first Hunger Games?" I say. "They both got out alive because Seneca was to weak and let them go, maybe we can make them do that again for us."
"Yeah," she says. "But we would've to kill at least one person to do that, us standing alive until the end. And plus, it all depends on the arena."
Yeah, I think, we'll have to wait. She keeps staring at me with a face full of hope.
"Well," I say. "Until we see every single tribute and the arena, then we can decide what we can do to win."
I barely had finished saying that when a white-gloved hand appeared on Shaira's shoulder. Her whole body stiffened immediately. She turns around and she sees a Peacekeeper towering over her. She starts kicking and punching him. He simply lifts her up and takes her while she keeps thrashing, her straight beautiful black hair moving while she keeps thrashing. They take her to the twelfth door on my left, I notice. Nobody goes to take me away. Then, I feel a hand on my shoulder, though this time, it hadn't a glove, it was a soft hand, a woman's hand, I notice. I turned around, and see who it is, it is President Paylor.