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Is it possible that Katniss did the right thing?

Look, the reaping didn't go too well for me, and everyone going, 'Oh, you're so brave!' and, 'I wish I was like you', as well as a few random people saying, 'You just want attention,', is kind of ridiculous. I'm getting frustrated with Peeta and Haymitch. They've been gone a while now. I suppose they don't want to talk to me, I'm not the most pleasant person.

I'm on the train to the Capitol, and as I watch the golden fields flash past I wonder what it must be like to live out here. But now I see the forest, far off in the distance, but it is undoubtedly the same one that I hunt in at home. I immediately feel homesick.

I decide to explore, and by doing so, I reach my room. Effie had shown it to me earlier, but not properly, she just tapped on the door and said cheerfully, 'This is your room, you will sleep and change in here! And I do so hope that you'll be sleeping in it on the way home!'

The words came out of her mouth so easily that I wondered if she said that to every tribute that stayed there, probably did. And the chances of me coming home is highly unlikely.

And then... Every tribute wo stayed there... Did that mean that all the others from district 12 slept in the same room as I was to? I hope they washed the sheets...

Now I hear the tap-tap of heels on the floor and turn to see Effie Trinket herself hurrying towards me.

"Come, come, now dear!" She smiles and puts an arm around my shoulders, "We're going to see who else is going to be in this years games!"

As we watch, I become more and more worried about what I have gotten myself into. But I couldn't have let this happen to Prim, I would do anything to protect my sister.

The district 1 tributes don't look too intimidating- but looks can be deceiving.

District 2 are much worse, same with district 3. I begin to wonder how I am going to survive even two seconds of these brutal games.

The district 4 tributes really catch my eye. Annabeth and Percy.

Annabeth was tall and slim, with an athletic build. Her eyes were grey, but not cold, more intelligent. She held herself with pride, but I could see that behind the brave face, she was scared. Several times she glanced over at Percy, maybe to reassure herself.

Percy was also tall, and pretty muscular too. His smile was playfully crooked, and slightly annoying. He had dazzling sea green eyes with a mischievous tint in them that made Effie go, 'There's a charmer!'. He had black hair that seemed to wave like the sea, and he looked like the kind of guy who was always up to a good joke, but he also looked like he had seen a lot of bad things.

Neiter looked all to fierce, yet they looked like they could be if they wanted to, but I knew that I wanted them as allies straight away.

"I like them," I speak up and Haymitch turns to me.

"You haven't seen what they can do yet," He frowns at me.

"I like them, they seem trustable, and they look like they could handle a weapon, and with muscles like those, I wouldn't want to be on the opposite end of it," I sweep my gaze across the room, daring anyone to question me.

This time, Peeta answered, "But if we let the careers kill them then we wouldn't have to worry about them, anyway, the fewer of us there is, the less heart-breaking it'll be if we survive and have to turn on one another."

"We," I stare at him, "Us?"

"Well, I supposed that you and I could team up, help each other out," He mumbles.

"What made you think that?" I ask.

"You're from my district, and you're my friend."

I was about to retort with, 'Just because you're from my district doesn't mean we have to help each other out, and you are by no means my friend, we have never spoke before.', but then I remembered that night, so long ago, in which Peeta had thrown some bread to me. That bread had saved my family and I's life. I owed him my life. Does that I have to help him win.

I push the thought away and put on what I hoped was a convincing smile, "Yeah."

"So, do you still ant them as allies?" Peeta asks.

"Most definitely," I nod.

He sighs and exchanges a look with Haymitch, "We'll see what they can do then, 'ay?"

"Yeah," I mumble.

It's a pretty long train ride to the Capitol, and for me it seems like a never-ending death ride, though it will end soon and I will die. I think. As I looked out the window again and spot the woods in the distance I remember Gale suggesting that we run away, it didn't seem like the right thing to do at the time, but now I'm all for it. Surviving with Gale was something I would be pleased to do, Peeta... not so much.

I hardly know the Baker's son, I mean, I've seen him around school a few times, but I've never actually spoken to him. But I still can't get the memory out of my head from earlier. Eventually I decide to sleep it off, so I curl up on my bed and drift off into what was probably the last peaceful sleep that I would get.

I wake up to Effie knocking on the door, "We've arrived!" She announced.

I get up and change, heading down to breakfast, the Capitol's buildings whizzing past.

I sit at the table and turn to a drunken Haymitch, "So, you're supposed to give us advice.

"Here's some advice. Stay alive," Haymitch bursts out laughing.

"That's very funny," Suddenly, Peeta lashes out at the bottle in Haymitch's hand and the red liquid cascades to the floor, "Only not to us."

Haymitch frowns and then punches Peeta in the jaw, knocking the boy from his chair. I drive my knife into the table between the hand and his bottle.

"Well, what's this?" He examines us, sitting back, "Did I actually get a pair of fighters this year?"

Peeta hauled himself from the floor and grabs a handful of ice, "No," Haymitch stopped him, "Let the bruise show. The audience will think you've mixed it up with another tribute before you've even made it to the arena."

"That's against the rules," Peeta points out.

"Only if they catch you. That bruise will say you fought, you weren't caught, even better," A sly smile spreads across his face, then he turns to me, "can you hit anything with that knife besides a table?"

I think for a moment, my usual weapon choice is a bow and arrows, but I also spend a lot of time throwing knives. I yank the knife from the table and throw it at the wall, hoping that it'll stay there. It turns out better than I'd expected as it lodges in the seam between two panels, making me look better than I actually am.

Our conversation carries on until we reach a stop and all clamber out. In the bright daylight I see tall, fancy buildings and think, If they have so much money, then how come they don't help us out more in the districts? They expect us to give them our stuff, but we hardly ever get that much off them.

Not that I want to live in the Capitol. I know I will hate my time here, most definitely. But for some reason, I feel ready. I'm going to show the Capitol that they don't own me.

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