Hi guys!

I have the new chapter of this fanfic here for you today! It's a pretty short chapter, since not loads needs to happen, but the next couple of chapters will most likely be longer, I promise you. I'm back to school on Tuesday (you can probably tell just how excited I am about that) so won't be writing these chapters as quickly as I have been now, but the next one will be on here within a week.

Enjoy!

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I run my fingertips across the smooth leather of the room's settee. Do all of the houses in the Capitol had furniture this luxurious? Probably.

I startle at the sudden bang of the door opening and spin round to face the aggressive-looking peacekeeper who lets my older brother in. He tells me that we have three minutes and then closes the door behind him. Niall runs to me and smiles.

"Congratulations."

"I didn't think family members were allowed in individually," I say, confused. Niall shakes his head.

"Dad and Jack aren't coming," he tells me. "They said it won't be so much a 'goodbye' anyway, but more of a 'so long'. Jack said that I was probably going to say exactly what he would."

"What did Dad say?" I ask.

"That he loves you and that Mum would be so proud of her little girl going into that arena." I smile, knowing that silent tears are running down my cheeks as I do so.

"What did you want to say to me?"

"Too much," he says. "You know it all, anyway. Bring home that victory and also the keys to our mansion in the Victor's Village." I can't help laughing.

"You're going to do fine," he says slightly more seriously, "And that's a promise. I know Skye, and he'll want his district partner as an ally, and you two will definitely attract the rest if the Career pack."

He reaches into his pocket for something. "Take this into the arena." I nod and look down at what he's holding in his hand. It's a bracelet, I think, made out of turquoise fishnet and fragments of polished stone.

"Thanks."

I would of liked longer to spend with Niall, but the peacekeeper comes in after three minutes - just as he said prior to my brother coming in - and takes him out. I feel slightly saddened by the fact that I don't get to speak to Jack or Dad before I go into the arena, but it won't affect me too much. A couple of other people also come to wish me luck in the games, but I don't particularly care about them or what they say to me. After half an hour alone in the room, Libby comes and calls me to come to the taxi. Crowds of people wait along the road and at the train station to send us off, but I don't spot anyone I know.

We board the train and Libby leads Skye and I into the main living cart, where we sit opposite her in velvet armchairs. She smiles at us in a particularly creepy way, and I try to avoid looking at her over-powdered face, which has obviously been 'perfected' with plastic surgery. Instead, I stare out of the crystal clear window and helplessly watch as the 200-mile-per-hour train moves swiftly away from home.

Thanks for reading!