I'm gonna make it clear, that this chapter is rare. I won't really update "Two Eleven" until I finish my other story, "Life Among the Fireflies."

Also, its final name may not be Two Eleven, so don't count on finding it later on. I might change it.

There are a couple reasons why I decided to upload this.

I felt like it.

I wanted to be the first in my group of buddies to reach 3 stories. I'm ambitious that way.

I can never keep things secret before I post them. So naturally, as soon as I finish this, I have to upload it. That's just how I roll.

I'll let you know when I have another reason.

Onward!!

I stood impatiently, along with others of my age. I half-wished I had been able to arrive to the square early enough to get seats, but I knew that I would never have finished my hair if I had gone early.

I stood impatiently, hoping my mother's good shoes would not get too muddy.

A boy beside me hunched miserably, sniffling every few minutes.

I stood impatiently, waiting for the mayor to finish his stupid speech. He was in no hurry, describing in great detail the rebellion and the hunger games.

I reached up to pat my hair down. It was warm, because of its dark color, it heated up in today's sun.

I stood impatiently as the Capitol escort with lavender-blue skin reached in to pull out the girls name.

Somehow, all the heads turned towards me. "What?" I asked the sniffling boy beside me.

I stood impatiently, waiting for the girl tribute to show herself.

He didn't answer, but moved to join a crowd of people who all reached forward, and pushed me.

Towards the platform.

"Don't touch me!" I shrieked, yanking my arm away from a pair of chocolate-brown hands.

Realization dawned slowly, slowly. I was the tribute.

My head snapped towards the Capitol escort. It was his fault.

I marched up. With a shriek of defiance, I slapped him, hard. "You moron!" I screamed, using language Mama would not approve of. "Why did you have to pick me???"

I declined guests. Mama's angry protests were easily heard, even through the thickly cushioned walls of the Justice Building.

My knees tremble a bit as my name is called.

"Oh Rue, I'm so sorry!" My friend Marra whispers beside me.

"It's not your fault" I tell Marra. I hug her quickly and take small, quick steps to the platform. It isn't far. Not for the twelve-year-olds.

As I peer up into Thresh's eyes, I feel genuine fear.

Then, less fear as he smiles, hesitantly, at me.

Marra will take care of my brothers and sisters. I know she will.

My father hugs my small frame tightly, and then leaves with a mournful glance behind. My mother smiles ruefully.

I only wish I could say goodbye to the mockingjays and the orchards that have become my second home.

I wrap my arms around my body as though I'm giving myself a hug. I try to remember everyone's faces as the train rumbles on, and I finger my woven necklace.

It's in the shape of a flower, the same one so common in our orchards.

District 11 speeds out of sight.

I clawed at the window, watching District 11 speed out of sight. Screaming my frustration at the sky, I began to plan.

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