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Anna's POV

Me. They picked me. Of everyone in district twelve they picked me. I didn't expect anyone to volunteer. I don't have many friends or family members that are eligible to be reaped. They picked me; and I will not give everyone at the capitol the satisfaction of seeing me scared. I went up to the podium, where Effie stood, smiling so wildly she looked on the verge of madness. Then she called Jace. I'm from the seam so we don't know each other. That's a good thing, I told myself. Will make killing him easier. We shook hands; his floppy brown hair hid one of his strong green eyes. And then they took us away, away from our district to say a quick good bye to our families and leave. And probably never return.

Xxxxx

I sit in the justice building, waiting for my family to arrive. The deep carpets are soft under my feet, and the velvet couch and chairs are exquisite. I sit back in the chair, enjoying the feel of velvet under my skin. The door opens and I turn my head to see who comes in; it's my family of course. My strong and silent father, my calm and emotionless mother and my older brother, Joel. He is twenty and by far my favourite person in the family. He holds his arms out and I bury myself in them. My parents sit on one of the couches awkwardly but I don't care. He strokes my hair back.

"You can win. Sponsors will be desperate to sponsor you. Find a weapon you are good at, a knife or something." I nod but I know I can't win. Katniss probably thought that, but she can hunt, use a bow and arrow. I can only smile and hope that people pass me by, and then in the arena there is some massive trick that only I can do, and I win. Unlikely. I think; but I'll try for my brother, for Joel. He takes my hand and leads me to the velvet couch opposite my parents. My father sits there, looking at the floor. My mother is too busy admiring the room.

"Can you at least try to pretend you're upset about me leaving?" I snap at them. My mother looks around, surprised.

"Of course we are darling, but aren't you lucky! Going to the capitol. It will be amazing." I look at her, shocked. I'm going to die and she says I'm lucky? It takes all of my strength and Joel's hand on my wrist to stop me from flying at her.

My father just grunts. We sit there for a few moments in silence before the peacekeepers come and take them away. I sit back, waiting for them to take me to the train, I won't have any more visitors, but I'm sure Jace has crying girls next door, all begging him to come home for them. If he comes back it won't be for them, it will be because it suited him. I don't see him often but he appears to be arrogant, going out with every pretty girl, though never one from the seam, and expecting the seam people to bow at his feat. I snort slightly. Good luck trying that with me. I think smugly.

I'm right. The next people to walk through my doors are the peacekeepers, they move to one side of me each and grip my arms and march me forward. Perhaps they think I'll try to escape. I wonder if tributes have tried to escape before.

Coming out of the room next to me I see Jace being escorted out in a much gentler fashion by two female peacekeepers who keep trying to feel his muscles, one even dared to try to ask him to take off his shirt to check he isn't concealing weapons. One glare from Jace shut her up though.

We then get on the train and the Peacekeepers leave us. I look around the most luxurious train I've ever seen. There are carpets lining the walls and floor and a large mahogany dining table adorned with food. I've often not had enough to eat; but with my father and brother working in the mines, and my mother running a small shop that sells herbs. We managed to scrape by. My mother knows Katniss' mother, though my mother isn't a healer, but she often sells the herbs to Katniss' mother, trading them for Katniss' kills.

Jace moves to the table and sits down, leaning back with his feet on the table. I move to sit opposite him and wait for Katniss and Peeta to come in. Jace grabs an apple and throws it up in the air and catches it, before giving me a lazy grin. Suddenly he throws the apple at me, before I have time to move it hits me on the shoulder.

"Dead in a day." Says Jace, tutting slightly.

My temper flares at this. "With aim like that you'll have a hard job killing anybody!" I snap at him.

He just smirks as Katniss and Peeta enter.

Katniss' POV

I walk into the room my hand entwined with Peeta's. I look across the room to the large table seating a fuming Anna and a calm Jace. Effie should arrive soon, and as if on cue she bustles into the room; now wearing a magenta dress so large I'm surprised she got it through the door.

"Welcome, welcome." She says, laughing a little at her joke. I resist the urge to strangle her and to my amusement Anna looks the same way. Jace looks indifferent as usual. I'm glad it's Peeta that's teaching him. I would probably try to kill him before the end of the day; Peeta is much better at keeping his temper then me. She sits down on the head of the table and we move to sit opposite her.

Anna sits up a little, I ignore Jace.

"Right; because you have two mentors, you get to work separately with us. Anna with me, Jace with Peeta."

"What if I want to work with you darlin'?" Asks Jace. I stiffen and resist the urge to fly at him. Funny. I've only been in the room two minutes and I want to kill two people.

"You work with Peeta. Some things you and Anna may want to work on together, but you can decide that in your own time." I say stiffly.

Peeta squeezes my hand gently and I calm down somewhat.

"Okay, it's the 75th hunger games which means you guys are in for a lot. The capitol audience will want to see a good show, and that means more violent and gruesome deaths. I also means more sponsors as many people in the capitol decide to give more as it's the third quell." I say.

"We need to know what you are good at in order to help you." Peeta takes over. "Although I understand if you would rather keep it a secret."

Jace and Anna both shrug.

"I'm good with knifes and a spear." Says Jace twirling a knife in his hand.

"I don't know." Anna replies.

"Okay, I'll speak with you later about that." I say, glancing at her and then the clock on the wall. "It's 3:30, I suggest you go to your rooms, one of the Avox's will take you and then we can meet at 6:00 for dinner."

Anna's POV

As I rise I move to the doorway and once out in the hall I see an Avox cleaning. Her red hair covers most of her face and she keeps her head ducked. I move forward slowly to the girl. She has a capitol look about her and porcelain white skin.

"Excuse me?" I ask carefully. "Can you take me to my room?"

She nods once and avoids eye contact me. She moves away from the hall and leads me through the train before stopping outside a door. She taps it once before ducking her head and moving away from me. I open the door into a spacious room I step in, marveling at it. To my left a door partially open, inside I can see white tiles so I presume it's a bathroom. In the room is a double bed with crisp white sheets and a chest of draws. I move over to them and find them filled with clothes. I then move to the bathroom and find a large bath with various colour taps and buttons on the wall above it. By the sink a toothbrush and a bag labelled 'toiletries'.

I move back out of the bathroom and sit carefully on the edge on the bed. After a few minutes I lie back, enjoying the feel of soft, factory made sheets. The train is moving so fast I barely feel it moving at all.

I turn so I bury my face in the soft pillow that smells like lavender. Not the lavender we have at home, this has a bitter side to it, it has been made in a capitol lab. I lie there for a few minutes, thinking of my brother. The lavender reminds me of one day when he picked me up from school.

It was a sunny June day. My brother didn't yet work in the mines and he finished school half an hour later than me; but I always waited for him. He would turn up at the gates and I would run to him. He would hold his arms out and I would jump into them. We would laugh and walk the long way home. Treasuring the time we had together. Summer was the best time of year in district twelve. Few people were dying of starvation and the weather lightened everyone's sprits. As we walked home we came across a lavender bush, my brother made a big performance of plucking a piece a getting down on his knees and presenting it to me. I laughed and wore it in my hair for the rest of the day before keeping it by my bedside until it was almost entirely rotten.

The memory makes me homesick and it takes me a few minutes to calm myself down and move back into the bathroom.

I experiment, turning taps on the bath and pressing buttons at random. I find out that anything with a red outline will add something that's hot, such as water or foam. And anything thing with a blue outline will add something that's cold. In the end I have a hot, foamy bath that to my amusement is green, I dip my fingers in to check that it doesn't stain before taking off my clothes and leaving them in a pile by the door. As I sink into the water I find it has a calming effect. The foam works its way into my hair and leaves my skin feeling soft. At the press of another button the foam dissolves into the water and my hair is left damp, but foam free. I find another button labelled dry, I press it out of curiosity and within seconds my bathwater has drained away and large gusts of air are pelted down on me. Within a minute my hair is dry and glossy. I don't bother with a towel as I leave the bathroom.

As I open the bathroom door and step into the warm room, my eyes fall on Jace. Jace? I scream and try to cover myself, He moves swiftly over to me and covers my mouth, cutting off my scream. "Are you mad?" He hisses. "You'll have the peacekeepers here in a minute and I don't want to ruin my chances by being labelled as a sex fiend."

I stare at him furiously. He slowly removes his hand. "What the hell do you think you're doing in my room?" I stage whisper.

He smirks slightly. "Perhaps you want to put some clothes on first?"

I gasp and dive back into the bathroom, grabbing a dressing gown and putting it on; making sure that it's sealed properly, before stepping back into the bedroom where I find Jace lounging on the bed.

"I repeat." I say slightly louder. "What on earth do you think you're doing in my room?"

"I thought I'd get to know you. You know, know your enemy and all that."

I scowl at him.

"I'm sixteen; I have two expressionless parents and a brother I adore. I'm terrible at maths but good at English. My family get by and we have a cat that is always grumpy and is pregnant right now. I have a red top that belonged to my mother at home, and I absolutely hate it. It's frilly and disgusting. I have no other family apart from my parents and brother, and hardly any friends." I say stiffly.

He looks at me quizzically. "Enough?" I snap.

He grins and gets up from the bed; he comes close to me and places his mouth by my ear. "For now." He whispers, before leaving, closing the door softly behind him, allowing me to get dressed.