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Jewel POV

I was looking out the window, watching my self ride away from my own living hell.

Wait, did I just swear? I never swear. Ever. I mean, I am always the girl who does everything perfectly. The goody, goody. I was the one the teachers looked for when no one else raised their hands. I was the one who said please and thank you, and only talked when talked to.

I guess the Hunger Games are already taking their toll on me.

Once district 11 was out of sight, I walked into the room I had been assigned, and laid on the bed, my feet on the pillows, my head at the bottom toward the door.

I opened my notebook, and I tapped my pencil. I had been through a lot today.

I put my pencil to the paper, and just started writing.

Dreams do Come True

I've gotten my wish,
I'm going to die.
Or at the very least,
I'll come home loved.

I'll be looked up to,
I'll have lots of money.
People will want to be around me,
No more name calling for me.

And if I don't come home,
Then that's okay.
Because I'll be dead,
I won't have feelings anymore.

Plus if I think about it,
That has been my goal.
I've been trying to die,
For about three years.

So when I read about princesses,
And dreams coming true.
I hadn't believed them,
But I guess they were real.

So now I know first hand,
That things can go right.
For the first time in my life,
I'm being rewarded.

"Jewel!" A voice said, while pounding on my door.

I got up off the bed, clutched the notebook to my side, and opened the door.

"There you are. We have to go down to dinner. Get something nice on, and don't be late! You have ten minutes." Said the freakishly tall escort.

I nodded, not wanting to talk and draw attention to myself.

She walked away and I closed the door.

I turned to my room.

If I was going to dinner, I'd need to look nice.

I spotted a door in the very back corner.

A bathroom. I'd never had my own bathroom before…

I opened it and went inside. It was so clean and sparkly, I couldn't imagine having anything like it in district 11.

I walked toward the shower, and saw so many buttons. I pressed about two, hoping I wouldn't take all the hot water from everyone else.

After a nice two minute shower, I got out thinking I would use the rest of it if I stayed in any longer.

I wrapped a towel around myself, and walked to find a walk-in closet.

I carefully opened the door and peaked inside it. To my amazement, there were clothes I would have never seen in my life. There's no way I could have made them myself!

There were dresses of blues, greens, yellows, and oranges! Pinks, browns, Purples, and Grays.

It's a totally new rainbow to me!

I decided to take a nice turquoise blue dress, without too many frills, trying to save the best ones for the tributes yet to come.

I had about three minutes before I had to leave, but I liked to get to places early, so I started down the hall.

The door to Kyle's room was still closed.

I thought about knocking and letting him know how much longer we had, but I decided against it, thinking it was probably better to stay as invisible as possible.

I got there early, notebook in hand, as usual, and sat down at the table.

I was the only one there.

I waited quietly, as someone came and poured me a glass of water.

I smiled and thanked the man politely, but I didn't say anything else. I wasn't the talkative type…

I sipped my water slowly, waiting until everyone else got there.

The next to arrive was the escort, she was a minute early, and seemed embarrassed that she wasn't the first one here.

"Oh!" She said flustered. "Hello Jewel. I'm Deeana in case you didn't catch that earlier. How long ago did you get here?"

I shrugged not wanting to have to speak much.

Thankfully, the man came back and poured her some water as well, saving me from talking any further. Or at least for the moment,

The mentor, Tellia, came in right on time, followed by Kyle.

We sat down and I drank my water slowly in silence while listening to the others make small talk.

"Oh! I just can't wait until we get to the capitol! It's so beautiful there. Then you'll get to meet your stylists, Kresh for you Kyle, and Jemma for you Jewel. They'll take fabulous care of you!" Deeana rambled on about what would happen when we got to the capitol.

I nodded along, and listened to everything. They told us about how we would go straight to the stylists and work with them to b cleaned up, after that, the next day we'd be going to the chariot rides, and we'd see the crowd. The next day would be the beginning of training, as well as the next day. The third day of training would be when we preformed for the judges, and showed them our potential. The next day was interviews, and then we were off to the games. Fun, fun! Right…

"So now that you know the schedule," Tellia said. "Now we figure out how you want to be trained. And I need to know your strengths and weaknesses."

I actually almost smiled a little at that. Almost. But still.

My strengths? Hiding, speed, climbing, being light weight, quietness, and being somewhat invisible.

My weaknesses? Just about everything else… I don't really have much of a chance.

I've never picked up a single weapon, or used a single tool from the farms, because I was the one to crawl into the bushes no one else could get to, go to the top of the trees where other people couldn't go. That sort of thing. None of which involved any tools or strength.

"Well, I'm charming, and have a great personality. I'm strong, and am easy to love. I'm athletic, and smart. Must I go one? The strengths are endless." Kyle raved.

Blech! I hated when people only talked about how great they were. It's impossible to be perfect, so stop acting like you are. Of course I said nothing though.

"Good." Tellia said. "What about you Jewel?" She asked quietly, as if I were a mouse she was trying to lure out of a hole in the wall.

I shrugged, just trying to get through the dinner.

"Well, can you use any weapons?" She asked hopefully.

I shrugged. I'd never tried. How should I know?

She sighed. "Jewel. If you're going to go anywhere, you'll need to talk. You can't be silent during the interviews. You need to have a personality."

I already had my interviews planned out though…

I sighed. "Okay. I'm not very good with words. I don't talk much. Anyways, what was it you were asking?"

She smiled happy with herself for getting me to talk.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Kyle smirk. He'd probably never heard my voice before.

"You're strengths." Tellia replied with a soft smile.

I looked at her. Really looked at her, with wavy her brown hair, and knowing brown eyes. She really did seem to want to help me. It's like she could see into me. She could understand me.

Well, that thought left as soon as it came. No one understood what I was going through, and they never would. Or at least no one I'll ever know.

I thought about it for a moment. "Well, I've never used a weapon, or even picked one up in my life, unless you count using a knife to make things for my family so that we didn't die, or to cook, but I don't. I don't know if I have it in me to kill someone. I don't think I could stand to watch the other person as they die…"

She frowned. "Well, some of that was strengths, but you made it into a weakness…" She said.

I gave a half hearted chuckle. "You don't know the half of my weaknesses." I closed my eyes and took a sip of my water. "Can I have a glass of orange juice please?" I asked politely.

The waitor nodded and left.

"Well, then what are your weaknesses?" She asked.

Oh this lady was hilarious. "Well, obviously, I'm a skinny, grubby girl who's barely ever gotten fed in her life. I'm weak, I'm not god at a single thing, I can't fight, that's for sure! Must I go on?"

Everyone at the table was simply starring at me. OOPS! I guess I kinda drew attention to me on accident…

I looked down at the table. I hadn't eaten any of my food. Although, I didn't really need it. I was used to having two or three meals a week at home. Not including school lunches, but I didn't eat much of that stuff either. I guess old habits die hard…

"Can I go back to my room please?" I whispered.

"Absolutely not!" Tellia and Deeana said.

I sighed defeated. No way would I be so impolite as to get up and leave after obviously being told not to.

I picked up my fork and moved my pasta around my plate. It gave me something to do besides talk and think about what the rest of the group was talking about.

"Hello? Jewel? Can you hear me?"

I snapped my head up. "What? I'm sorry I didn't catch that…" I said.

Kyle snickered. "We were talking about interview strategies…" He still had his stupid smirk on his face. The one Chloe fell for every single day. It disgusted me.

"Done. Next topic." I suggested.

"What do you mean done?" Tellia asked.

"I mean, it's been taken care of, I already know what I'm doing. Can we move on now?" I asked. These people were so pushy sometimes.

"Well, do we know what it is Jewel?" Deeana asked in her strange capitol accent.

"You'll find out soon enough. I mean, we only have, what? About a week until the interviews? I'll have it perfected by then. Then you'll all get to see it." I said quietly. Can we PLEASE move on to another topic.

"Well what were you going for? Strong? Independent? Humorous? What?"

I sighed. "None. I was just planning on being me…"

The escort's eyes lit up. "Perfect! The little innocent girl who was reaped into the Hunger Games. I love it! I can totally make that work!"

I sighed. Dang, she was more excited about my plan than I was. I hadn't thought it through that far. I just knew I wanted to show my bullies that it does hurt, and let them know just how terrible they have been making things for me…

I nodded as if I was on the same page though…

"I'm really tired, and I'm really not hungry, can I please be excused to go to my room and rest up?" I asked just dying to get out of the room full of people.

"Are you sure? Not even some bread?" Tellia asked concerned.

"If it'll make you feel better, I'll take a basket of rolls to my room okay?" I said, getting up to leave.

"Okay." She snapped her fingers at a server. "Basket of rolls!" She demanded.

I was about to add please to the end of her sentence but the server rushed off too fast. So much for manners.

After about a minute of standing and being interrogated by Deeana about how well I knew the scheduale, the server came out and handed me the basket of freshly baked rolls.

"Thank you." I said with a sincere smile.

He looked at me and the corners of his mouth turned up just a bit.

I walked back to my room quickly, eating some of the bread on the way.

Though I wasn't able to eat very much very fast, I finished two rolls by the time I got to my room.

I put my poetry notebook underneath my pillow, like I do every night, so that it doesn't fall into the wrong hands, and set the rolls on the table beside the bed. Just incase I woke up hungry.

I closed my eyes and tried to drift asleep, but I had too much on my mind. Each time I closed my eyes, a new horror awaited me behind my closed eyes.

Mutts, floods, earthquakes, volcanoes. The horrors continued.

Eventually, I kept my eyes closed, and I was eaten by a man eating plant, but that's when I knew I was asleep.

I was going to need all the rest I could get for the next few weeks. If I made it that far that is…

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