Honestly, I wasn't going to continue this story but all the sudden I have the urge to write, so I'm writing the second chapter. I hope you like it and hopefully you guys share your thoughts. Enjoy!

I was in a room that was empty and white. The walls were white along with the carpet. Even the bed I was attached on was white.

I was here to get my tongue repaired and I knew that.

I was scared and happy. Scared because in a couple of days I would die, but to be able to speak my mind at last was like watching fireworks for the first time. It was exciting.

A nurse walked through the door completely white. Her outfit was white, her hair was white, her nail polish was white, even her eyes were white.

"This won't hurt." She promised.

She walked up beside me and didn't wait for me to reply as she jabbed a needle into my arm, making me dizzy and weak, just until I fell into unconsciousness; into sleep.

When I woke up, my mouth felt raw, and my mouth was filled with saliva. But there was something else that felt different….what was it? My teeth? Or maybe it could be my gums? What could it possib- a tongue! Not just a tongue but my own tongue.

I moved it around my mouth even though it hurt. I could swallow the saliva in my mouth properly and feel the sharp edges of my teeth.

I looked around the room to see that I was lying on a new bed. A bed that was covered with blue sheets. The carpet was white but the walls were a baby blue.

I jumped up off the bed and walked towards the bathroom which was beside the door to my bedroom. I walked in and washed my hands and when I reached for a towel to dry my hands I found a letter.

Which read:

Dear, Penelope.

I am writing to you to inform you that you are now a tribute of the 75th Hunger Games, which means you will be competing against 26 other tributes. Come downstairs for dinner so we can confirm everything.

-President Snow.

I took in a deep breath as I played with my tongue some more. I got out from the bathroom and gathered myself up as I made my way downstairs, where a tall man with black long hair was waiting for me. Not President Snow.

"I'm Cory, you can follow me this way." He introduced.

He steadied my face for a while and turned away from me and began to walk down the wide hallway until finally we reached a small room with one table and a stage in front of it.

The table was full with all the other tributes.

I looked up at Cory who pointed towards the table.

"Sit over there with the others." He explained.

I nodded my head, without saying a word. I was afraid that if I spoke that my words wouldn't come out properly but in a deep noise like what I sounded like before.

I took a seat beside a boy with curly blond hair and the most amazing eyes which were a light blue; crystal blue.

He stuck out his tongue playfully and smiled.

I looked down the row of tributes to see they were all talking. Everybody except for me and the guy beside me.

"My name is Zaynn Blaxland." He introduced.

I looked down at my feet and then back at him confused.

"I thought the same thing. I thought that it would be hard to speak, but really it's easy, it's like my tongue went nowhere." He chuckled.

His voice was soft as velvet and deep. I felt as if I could trust him. But I wouldn't assume anything that quick.

I pressed my lips into a thin line and then opened my mouth, and before I could really do anything words were flying out of my mouth.

"I'm Penelope Cordreau." I confirmed.

I huge smiled lined my lips as I looked back up at Zaynn.

"I told you that you could do it." He grinned.

"So what are we doing here?" I asked.

"You don't know? We're here to pick our mentors. They'll pick our name out of a hat and whoever's first will get to pick they're mentor first. We aren't doing that whole district thing considering that there are 6 people here from District 9" He chuckled again.

"What District are you from?" I asked.

"District 7, you?"

"District 11." I answered.

I steadied Zaynn's face. He had to be around 18 at least.

"So, how old are you?" I examined.

"Nineteen."

"They're still letting you compete?"

"I asked the same thing. But they don't care. There's a sixty year old who's competing this year for crying out loud," He complained.

He looked up at me with his lips in a tight line.

"So how old are you?" He questioned.

"Eighteen." I claimed.

"Okay, today we will be deciding the mentors for the tributes."

I turned around and saw Effie Trinket on the stage with an orange wig with a microphone to her lips.

"Now, lets introduce this years Mentors." She announced.

A red curtain behind her got pulled up and revealed 26 mentors. Mostly all of them I could remember.

She started from the left and went all the way to the end of the line.

"The first one is Peeta Mellark, then Katniss Everdeen, Katriana Lavard, Aaric Neval, Zulema Currelle…."

I immediately knew who I was going to pick,

Katniss Everdeen.

Not only to ask her why she didn't help me but to use her techniques. She has not only proven to be one of the best tributes last year but to be strict, and that's exactly what I need if I'm going to at least have a chance in this game.

Finally when Effie Trinket was finished she put our names in the famous Ball and got it rolling.

"Okay, the first Tribute to chose their mentor is….."

She stuck her hand in the ball and stared at the name and then smiled.

"Penelope Cordreau!" She buzzed.

My heart began to race and my breath quickened. I stood up from my chair and made my way to the stage beside Effie Trinket. I looked at the mentors in front of me but I immediately saw Katniss whose eyes locked on mine.

I gave her a brief smile and turned back to Effie who was holding the microphone right at my mouth.

"I'm going to have to chose Katniss Everdeen." I announced.

I looked at Katniss to see her chin up, walking towards me. With a little smile beginning at the edge of her lips.

Effie smiled brightly.

"Great choice. Now, you guys can go up to Penelope's room and introduce each other! Have fun!" She squealed.

I nodded my head as in good-bye and made my way to the elevator with Katniss in tow.

When we entered the elevator Katniss was the first one to speak.

"I'm so sorry." She apologized.

It was obvious to what she was apologizing to. It was obviously to Gavin and me.

"I forgive you, don't worry. I just want to know one thing," I began.

"Why didn't you help me?"