Cream blinds covered the medium sized window which sat opposite the dark brown door. Standing by the blinds Oscar wanted so badly to sneak a peek however he had been advised not to by Enlicia. However he as curious to why he should not look out, so he did so just moving his head slightly so his right eye was looking out of a gap. A sudden flash of light clouded his view and he jumped back taking a step or two from the window.

That was why. The Capitol reporters had cameras positioned ready in case they caught a glimpse of the tribute. Stepping to the side out of the line of the window he took a seat on the green cushioned bench. He rested his elbows onto his knees and let out a sigh placing his head in his hands. He had been reaped. It actually happened.

His name had been pulled out of the bowl and he was expected to go and fight for his life representing District 5 in the games. He may not ever see his family again after this final meeting in this tacky little room in the District 5 train department. Looking up Oscar felt his body begin to shake slightly; the fear was taking over becoming too much for him. He stood up and began to pace the room breathing in from his nose then out from his mouth.

Suddenly the door opened and Oscar turned to see his family run into the room. First was his brother Dale who had tears brimming in his eyes, his arms immediately wrapped around his little brother and he pulled him close. Oscar was slightly shocked by the action but he took no notice of that emotion, he let himself hug his brother tightly for a few seconds before pulling back.

His sister, Suzie, jumped forward hugging Oscar tightly as well. He had done well to keep the tears back for this amount of time but now they seemed to want to burst through.

The door slammed shut and the family stood in the room, Dale stood back wiping his eyes and sniffing glancing to his parents who were looking to Oscar. A moment of silence and stillness filled the room before Oscar's mother and father jumped forward hugging him tightly.

"You have to win son" His father suddenly said stepping back and hiding his emotions with a sad smile. His mother looked to his father watching him for a few moments before she stepped forward and ran a hand through Oscar's hair. Oscar was slightly confused by the action; he gulped a little glancing to his other relatives before looking back to his mother.

"Just try your best okay? We love you no matter what happens within that area. No matter what you are forced to do." She said softly leaning down to press a kiss to his forehead and giving him a comforting hug. She stepped back a little letting the other three step forward.

"You have strength on your side. You can charm people I've seen you charm people at school Oscar, just learn a new skill in the training okay?" Dale said panicky. "Maybe a knife or axe or… They should have let me volunteer!" He angrily said turning around and grabbing his hair tightly. Oscar stepped back a little his face faulted by what was happening before him.

As his father went to Dale his little sister Suzie stepped forward staring at him with her big green eyes. They sparkled in the light as she stared right at her brother. "You have to win you have to come home Oscar." She said quietly. Oscar looked to her, a wave of sadness and fear washed over him.

"I will. I promise I will try to win." He said pulling his sister into a hug. Suddenly the rest of the family joined in and a group hug had begun. However seconds later the door burst open and two Peacekeepers stormed in.

"Time's up!" One of them yelled grabbing Dale and his father and pulled them out forcibly. Oscar jumped back a little his eyes widened and his face went into shocked as his family tried to yell stuff back to him. But they could not be heard, the door slammed and all his family had been pulled out the room.

Again he was left alone in silent. The room stood still and his eyes were locked on the door. It began to sink in, that could have been the last time he would ever see his family. He tried to gulp back a lump in his throat but it just stuck. He began to think about that morning when he looked at the scenery of District 5.

That was most likely the last time he would be able to gaze at the beauty of it all. The beauty of District 5, even when it rained in the District it was beautiful. Something which he doubted the Capitol would have. Beauty. He predicted it would be fake.

That morning could be the last time he would ever be within his cosy little house, his breaths became quicker and he felt as though he was unable to breath. All these sudden realisations were clouding his view. Making it hard to breathe, it was as though the air had got thicker. His head darted to look around the room as objects with sharp edges began to go soft.

It was broken by the door suddenly opening. Oscar looked to the door only to see a figure run towards him and into his arms. He blinked as the door slammed shut, Oscar looked down to the figure letting out a sigh of relief as he realised who it was. Athena.

Her head rested just under his nose, he could smell the flowers of District 5 in her hair. She was wealthier than him, her mother use to be an escort for the District and married a man within the District, she decided to stay rather than take them back to the Capitol. However they get money from the Capitol, people in the District are surprised she didn't end up the Mayoress.

Oscar wrapped his arms around the girl keeping her close taking a deep breath, after a few moments she pulled back grabbing his arms tightly and looking him dead in the eye.

"You can win this Oscar. Evangeline is a rebel, she hates these games. She said to me once if she ever got reaped she would do anything to ruin these games for the Capitol." Athena said rapidly gripping his arms tighter. Oscar went to say something to his best friend but she interrupted him.

"Keep away from her. They'll kill you if they think you have any part in going against them." She hissed stepping back and releasing his arms. "Trust me Oscar. Go out there and just win okay? We know you can do it." Oscar stared at his friend taking a deep breath and nodding once.

"I'm terrified" Oscar finally said, letting out a deep shaky breath.

"If you weren't I'd be worried" Athena replied. Behind her the door opened and a Peacekeeper walked in and looked to her with a scowl. "Time to go." He said harshly stepping aside for her to walk out. Athena nodded then turned to Oscar watching him for a moment.

"Don't die Oscar. Please." She pleaded for a moment before turning and walking out the door. Oscar ran forward to say something back to her. "Athena-" But then the door was slammed on his face. He ran to the door grabbing onto the gold handle and tugging at it. Banging the door once with a clenched fist he put his forehead against the door and closed his eyes.

"- look after Suzie for me." He finished to himself turning around pressing his back to the door. His eyes began to scan the room again trying not to think of what he was leaving behind or what just happened. He stood in that position for about a minute, thoughts running through his head of what would happen next. Oscar focused on what the Capitol could be like and the other tributes rather than himself.

Stepping away from the door he ran a hand through his hair. He turned around once looking at the green flowery wallpaper. Something however caught his eye stopping him mid turn. Walking over to the wallpaper he looked to a piece which seemed to have a bubble underneath it. As he got closer he noticed the corner was slightly peeled.

Grabbing the edge with his nails he pulled it back suddenly feeling the paper become light between his fingertips, it has fallen away from the wall. He pulled it back more to see light faded wood behind it. Upon the wood something was carved.

He squinted his eyes and leaned closer allowing himself to read aloud. "Good luck, you'll need it…" Suddenly for the third time that day the door slammed open, but this time Oscar jumped back letting go of the wall paper and walking backwards towards the window. His eyes were focused on the door, his body tensed. A Peacekeeper stood there, his helmet was shiny enough for Oscar to see his own face in it. He could see the frown on the Peacekeepers face through the plastic shield blocking his face.

"Come on. Time to go."

Oscar nodded once and walked towards the Peacekeeper who looked just above his head; he turned and walked out the room. Oscar followed glancing around outside the room turning to look at where someone he knew was standing. A few steps away he saw the two mentors, Enlicia and Evangeline standing waiting to leave the building to aboard the train.

He walked over to them looking at each of their faces. Evangeline had her arms folded with a scowl on her lips, her piercing eyes cut through the air as she glared to Enlicia. However, Enlicia seemed not to notice as her own eyes were on Oscar.

"Otto! Come meet your mentors and fellow tribute properly." Oscar slowly walked over raising an eyebrow, he wondered if she was speaking to him. But the unavoidable eye contact seemed to prove she was.

"His name is Oscar idiot." Evangeline spat leaning in towards Enlicia, the stylist was only slightly taller than Oscar's fellow tribute and that was only because she was wearing heels.

"Now Evangeline…"

"Please. Call me Eve. And that isn't a request." Oscar almost jumped at the sudden snap. One of his mentors seemed to chuckle while the other shook her head. One was male and one was female. The woman stepped forward first; he was surprised he didn't remember her name. However the male mentor was someone who he had been told about and even seen around the District.

"Hello Oscar. I am Jenna, one of your mentors." The woman spoke kindly. She looked around sixty years old. She chuckled a little, she was smaller than him and her hair was a fine light grey colour.

"I suppose you don't remember my games? It was exactly fifty years ago in fact." She muttered the last part turning to look at the male mentor who rolled his eyes.

"Hugo is the name. You better remember it kid." He said looking down on Oscar. Oscar nodded turning to look back at where the dressing room was. After a few moments of silence he turned back to Hugo. What he didn't realise was Hugo was watching him, no real expression on his face as he was doing so.

Jenna stepped to where Eve was looking down to her and starting small talk. Oscar looked over to see what was happening but a sudden loud footstep caught his attention. He turned back to Hugo who had taken a step closer.

"How old are you?" He suddenly asked keeping his eyes on Oscar. It was unable to ignore and it was making Oscar a tad uncomfortable. But this was his mentor; he needs to tell him everything if he has a chance at winning these games.

"Seventeen." Hugo nodded stepping back a little and scratching his chin. Oscar noted that Hugo seemed to have stubble, his hair was short and a scar was noticeable under his right eye.

"Brown hair. Seems to have some muscles, something we can work with. You have the looks to win the crowd. But not what the careers will put on… Hmm…" Oscar wondered in Hugo knew he was talking aloud, but by the expression on the mentors face Oscar assumed he knew exactly what he was doing. He decided to look away from the mentor unsure of what to say next.

But then the words carved into that room's wall were in his mind. Oscar decided he may as well ask now, when would there be a better time? Asking it to get it out the way would be better and then he could focus on training… Right?

"In the room, the waiting room to say goodbye to family members…" Oscar looked back to Hugo who was staring right at him. Sudden confidence overtook Oscar and he felt sure of himself. Asking this was the right thing to do.

"Someone has carved into the wall 'Good luck, you'll need it'. Do you know who…" Oscar suddenly felt himself get conscious. He began to wonder to himself, he was a stupid question anyway. Oscar thought that Hugo probably wouldn't know anyway and that it didn't matter to the situation.

"Do you know what?" Hugo suddenly said looking away from Oscar and forward to the doors ahead. They would open soon and the two District 5 tributes would be bombarded with flashes of camera lights and Capitol reporters asking them questions and trying to get a better glimpse.

Oscar kept his eyes on Hugo who refused to look back to him.

"You are the first person in twenty years to ask me that." He said laughing a little to himself before shaking his head. His laugh turned back into a slight frown. "It was me. And Oscar, luck is something you will defiantly need."

Oscar looked at his mentor with surprise, but then the doors opened and Oscar turned to look at the doors. Flashes of light clouded his view as he felt the Peacekeeper to his left usher him towards the doors.

He was about to board the train out of District 5. The train which could take him to his death.