The hunger games is not owned by me, this is just a fanfiction, the hunger games trilogy is owned and created by The brilliant mind of Suzanne Collins.

Anyway, I had accidently written 'Jason' when Justin volunteers. Please do not be confused, his name is Justin.

Chapter 2: The Trip

We soon arrive at the Justice Building. In District 2, the Justice Building is amazingly plush, I guess that's the word for how it looks. From there we both are escorted into two different rooms by a group of Peacekeepers. Sick bastar*s. I've heard in District 12 they're a bit more slack,but here there's no such manner. So no trying to do anything with them unless you want a fistful of bullets.

Anyways, they take us to different rooms. In the room which I'm in, there is a velvet couch and a chair. There is large window, and outside is a view of District 2, possibly the last time I'll see it. Not that I mean I'm gonna die. This is the last time I'm gonna see it as a regular person. Next time I see it,I'm gonna be a victor.

I look out the window and see District 2. The people are leaving from the Reapings. They all are rejoining their families, most of them angry at not being chosen/volunteering, and some looking relieved, acting angry for the sake of their parents. In the Justice Building,you are allowed to see your close family, friends and people like that. So I'm not surprised when I turn around and am greeted with a huge hug from Clara. For a moment, we don't say anything, we just embrace each other and stay silent. Then she kisses me on my cheek. 'Listen

up, Justin.' She says.

'Come on babes, I know what you're gonna say. I have to win this.' I say laughing, but she grabs me. 'No Justin. Pride can bring you down. Promise me you're not gonna think less or more of your opponents. If you do so, you're dead. You hear me?' She says and I'm startled by the intensity in her voice. I guess she knows, she was a past victor after all.

She leaves and my family comes in. My dad is now 47, 32 years since he was last in the arena. He ruffles my hair while my mother looks on. 'I don't I think I have to tell you anything. Just go out there and bust heads.' My dad says, smiling. 'Yeah dad, I know.' I say, grinning. My mother just looks satisfied, whether from being rid of me or being chosen I don't know. Eventually they leave.

After this it's just a bunch of other people, people who barely said anything to me but now act like they are my best friend, giving me useless advice. This goes on till we go to the train, a 250 mile per hour bullet train that'll take us to the Capitol in a day.

This is the first time I see Trilby since the Reapings.

I wanna slap that bit*h so hard, I wanna take that smug smile off her face. I swear, she's playing mind games with me. I wanna throttle her, I wanna grab her neck and throw her to the ground, THAT SMILE GODDAMNIT!

Instead, I somehow manage to play it cool. I wink at her and say 'Sup, Toots?' If she seems startled, she hides it by saying 'Not much, Oakskin. How's that liver of yours.' I give a fake laugh. 'Oh fine. It was so strong the knife corroded.' She gives a laugh as fake as mine. 'Yeah, I saw how strong you were when you passed out.'

Before I can get my hands on her, Klipper comes into the room we're in. We're now getting out of District 2, heading towards The Capitol. 'Well, is everyone bright and cheery-feeling?' She says, clapping her hands. Cheery-feeling. Is that even a word?

'Yeah, I guess.' I say, dipping into the food. It's nice Capitol stuff, beef stew, hot grain smoldered in barbecue syrup, green melons in perservaatives, things like that. I enjoyed it.

Then I notice Trilby is taking the same things I am. For some reason that irks me. 'What the hell is your goddamn problem, lady?' I say to her. She looks at me with wide innocent eyes. 'Nothing, darling. I just like the food you get.' God, this bitc* is pissing me off to no end. I just sit down and quickly devour my food.

After my third plateful our trainers come in.

He says, 'My names Flare. First things first, the girl has to go to her mentor. As you can see I mentor the boys of district 2.' Trilby gets up and walks away without saying a single world.

'What's your name?'

'Jason Brode.'

'How old are you?'

'18.'

'What weapon are you good with?'

'A medium length, heavy, single handed sword.'

He then stops for a moment and dips a piece of steak in wine and eats it and then starts chewing as if he is saying something. 'You're a tough one. I like it. I can tell that you have a ruthless attitude. But there's something I gotta tell you. I don't care if your tough or not. You cannot Underestimate your opponents. It doesn't matter who the other person is whether a puny imbecile who barely knows how to hold a knife, or a smart, quick person who can trick you easily. If you underestimate anyone, you're as good as dead. Got it?' 'Yeah I got it.'

I then say, 'Besides that, have any advice of what I should do when the game starts?' 'You're a pretty tough guy.' He says. 'You should head to the cornucopia considering the fact that you'll need a good sword. A good sword would be found right in the middle of the cornucopia. If you have the chance, kill a tribute or two to warn the other tributes to back off. Get a good weapon, some supplies and with your fellow careers, kill the rest of the tributes near the cornucopia till the tributes around the cornucopia are all dead. Then take your time to get all the supplies you want and make camp near a good water supply, possibly a lake or a large pool of water. Don't forget to purify the water with Iodine drops, or you could risk getting a fever, which is dangerous in the games. After that, It's up to you.' Before I can say anything, we arrive at the capitol. I go to the window and watch the people yelling and screaming with joy and going insane with happiness.

Soon, we arrive at our the room we stay in. It has an amazing blue colored living room with three white couches made by something very expensive and a large flat screen (That's what they told me it's called) Television set. Behind It is the Dining table filled with all sorts of capitol dishes. Rich steak with a creamy orange sauce. Hot delicious stew. All sorts of Drinks, shakes, and alcoholic cocktails. Many other dishes were on the table too. Before we do anything, we have lunch, I eat some steak with delicious orange sauce, a chocolate milkshake, some ground beef stew, a large chicken Leg, and for desert, two slices of a chocolate cake with a filling of creamy vanilla. After the food, I go to take a nap. Tonight is going to be big. The welcoming ceremony of the tributes where we ride chariots. But before that is going to be a beauty treatment. None of this matters to me. All that matters are the games.

And I know I'm gonna win.