Hey! It took absolutely AGES to write this. Thanks for all the new reviewers- moon particles, thefriggindonkey, Ihatestupidnames, NeonHedgehog and, finally, Izzthewolf.

Also, to coadhpgg for NOT mentioning me in her story even though I edited all of it and corrected ALL grammar. I no longer follow you coadhpgg.

The train was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. Ever.

There were portraits of president Carlton and the districts. There were two avoxes standing, waiting for us. I had never seen an avox before. At school they made me think that avoxes were some kind of mutilated human; made into a creature, but they looked perfectly normal to me. There were blue carpets spread around the room, with furniture scattered around the cart. It was the largest train I'd ever seen, with two mahogany tables at one end of the carriage and a sofa and television at the other. Beautiful ornaments filled the room, such as a beautiful oriental vase and a model sculpture of a bird. I didn't know what type of bird it was- but I could tell it was a song bird by the way its neck crooks and its beak opens slightly, as if to whistle.

I speed walked over to the buffet table, spread with a plain white table cloth and filled with delicious foods, some of which I had never seen before. I grabbed a plate and began filling my plate with spoon full of chicken stew, pee puree; beef with onion gravy and for desert: fruit salad.

I sat down at the first mahogany table, dying to try these new foods and enjoy my life while it still exists. Edward sat down next to me.

The puree tasted a bit dry, but the chicken stew was like heaven in your mouth, melting your insides with its warmth.

"This is so good!" I sighed while chewing my third mouth full of beef. Edward looked at his plate and tried some beef. He sank in his chair and smiled. It was the first time I'd ever seen him smile, but to be fair, he did just get reaped for the hunger games.

"Why did you volunteer?" he asked, curiously.

"Just cuz." I shrugged. He stared at me with eager eyes, just staring, and staring. He. Wouldn't. Stop. Staring. "Stop staring at me!" I whined "It's not helping!"

He just stared.

"Well, it's not helping that you're such a…a meanie." He said.

I raised my eyebrows at his childish comment "fine. I volunteered because I wanted to prove to Joe that I wasn't a wimp." I lied. I didn't even know why I volunteered. Yet.

He finished eating, got up and gave a pretty, blonde avox his plate and thanked her. He wasn't the type of boy I'd considered a friend.

I finished eating and slurped up the last juicy bit of gravy. I got up and wondered around until I found a long corridor of rooms with names on them. My room was number thirteen, which, coincidentally, happened to be my lucky number.

I pushed the door open.

A chandelier swayed above my head. I switched on the light and immediately, the room lit up. The room was warm and cosy, a double bed on the right side of the room, with two end tables either side of it; on one end table, a clock; on the other, some chocolates.

On the other side of the room was a dresser full of sweet-smelling, beautiful clothes. At the back of the room, was a huge window with pink curtains. I rushed over to the window and looked out: the sky was gold. It was a beautiful shade of yellow-gold.

It reminded me of when my father and I had a day out.

He took me on a tractor ride, past the pumpkin patches; I had a big coat on.

I noticed a guitar in the corner of the room and lunged at it. I perched on the end of the bed and strummed. I worked out the lyrics in about five minutes:

"I don't know why all the trees change in the fall I know you're not scared of anything at all Don't know if Snow White's house is near or far away But I know I had the best day With you today"

A knock on the door made me flinch.

"Come in!" I called.

Edward walked in. I frowned at him. He frowned back.

"I heard you playing…" he said "you're talented."

"Thanks." I croaked "I've been playing since I was four."

"How many songs have you written?" He asked

"Many, many, many songs." I sighed. It was quite a boring life when I thought about it.

He smiled, awkwardly, and shuffled out of the room, slowly. But before he left he turned around and said "And, Taylor, we're all meeting at seven for dinner and to watch the reapings." Then he left.

I hugged my knees and sank onto the floor, curled in a hunched up ball. I stayed like that for what seemed like ages. Eventually, I just picked up the guitar and a notepad and pen and began writing the lyrics to a song I'd began writing, 'The Best Day'

"I'm five years old
It's getting cold
I've got my big coat on"

True story. I was five when it happened.

"I hear your laugh
and look up smiling at you
I run and run"

Perhaps it happened… maybe not… I didn't really know. Some of my lyrics are hard to understand.

When I finished the song, it was ten minutes to seven and I began to panic. I rushed into the en-suite bathroom, stripped and jumped into the shower. There were settings on the shower. I began with lemon, but it smelt too strong, then I tried rose, but it burned by eyes. I eventually settled on cinnamon. I shampooed my hair and when I was done I hopped out of the shower and looked for a towel. There wasn't a towel in the bathroom and I was dripping wet. I stepped onto the bathroom mat, below the shower and air was immediately blasted at me from the floor. My naked body ended up completely dry. My curly, blonde hair floated down and landed, softly.

I walked into my room and changed into some leggings, a black, sleeveless top and a green zip up jumper. I zipped it up and put some black mascara on to hide my ugly eyelashes.

I opened the door and walked down the hall. I made my way back to the dining room, where Jennifer, Victoria and Edward were waiting for me.

They were sitting on a couch with plates of Yorkshire puddings and gravy and pork.

I sat down next to Edward and an Avox handed me a plate of Yorkshire pudding, gravy, peas and pork.

As we ate the delicious meal, we replayed all the reapings from district one, through to district twelve.

We didn't really need to watch district one, but we did anyway. I looked okay, but I saw an annoying strand of hair in front of my face- it was more than distracting.

District two were two, really young children. The girl was blonde and her cheeks were dotted with freckles. She was twelve. The boy was about fourteen, or a bit younger.

District three was a lot older: a girl, about sixteen, called Sara. She had shiny, brunette hair, small green-brown eyes and pale skin. She had perfect skin, perfect hair, and perfect face. Everything about her was perfect. The boy was called Ryan and had gelled, brown hair and brown eyes. He had a far-away expression on his face.

The last career district, district four, there was a girl called Ella. Ella had a narrow, oblong face with angular cheekbones and a pointed chin. Her slit-like eyes were a clouded hazel, and her thin eyebrows were shaped into a deceivingly perfect arch that followed the slight curve of her eye. A long nose hooked over her full, perfect lips, painted light pink. Dark blonde hair, brushed neatly, hung over her shoulder in a nearly perfect side plait. She walked up with long, but narrow, strides through her white ankle boots and knee-length, white dress and a beanie. It was grey and suited her well.

The boy was a thirteen year old. He was quite tall and had curly brown hair. His eyes were larger than most, and were stone grey. His hair was knotted and un-combed. He had a round face, parched lips and razor-like teeth. He looked scary even though he was very young.

There weren't many remember able faces or people, except from the boy from district ten. He was in a wheel-chair.

"He won't last ten seconds" I heard myself say. Everyone murmured their agreements.