Chapter 2, sad chapter :( Sorry if these chapters are short. But once we start getting to the games, there will be some bigger chapters :) Enjoy!

Don't own the Hunger Games

The whole rest of the reaping my mind is fogged. The only thing I remember before heading off to say goodbye is watching the crowd stare at me. The escort digging her hand into the other glass bowl for the boys and pulling out another white piece of paper.

"Rory Green ," She says out loud into the microphone. A skinny boy, probably about 17 himself drags himself out of the crowd. His black hair is the first thing you see, it almost covers his eyes as he looks towards the ground as he make this way up Nobody seems to want to volunteer but by the looks one of the girls gave him probably meant that was his girlfriend. Never have I seen him that much and I probably don't want to even get close to him. An alliance possibly? I have to plan ahead.

We are escorted away from the silent crowd, off the stage where I take one last look at the crowd of children and staring at me. Happy that they did not get reaped? Yes. The peacekeepers escort me and Rory into the mayors building, the justice center. I barley pay attention to the beautiful settings around as I am dragged down the hall to get to my room.

Only once I am thrown into the room and sit down onto the couch I look up, tears slowly forming in my eyes. The couch is velvet and dark red, soft and comfy. The walls around me hold some pictures of trees and one of the mayor. They are quite pretty, when I get older I would love to have one of these paintings or buy one. But wait, that's not possible.

The large doors built in front of me is thrown open and income my parents, rushing at the sight of me. They scoop me up carefully but quickly, I let my mom kiss millions of kisses onto my face. My dad sits there without barley movement, only his hand moves as he rubs my back as he mutters curses into my ear.

"Why was it you, I told you not to take tessera and this is what happened," His voice is a mixture of tears and angry.

"I told you Dad, I want to make sure you are okay, just use the tessera to your best now," I whisper back into his ears, letting my hands warp around his whole body.

"My baby, please- please try to win!" My mom's voice wails around the room. Her eyes swollen from the tears that crawl down her cheek. My cheeks are equally as stained, not my dad. He is still firm but the wetness forming on his eyes tell different.

I want to tell my mom that it would be impossible to win, I would most likely die the first day either of a sword coming out through my stomach or dying trying to get a bag pack from Cornucopia. But she would not accept that, I have to tell her different.

"Mom, I will try, I will try, I will, I will," My voice repeats over and over as I burrow my face in-between my dad and mom.

"Of course you will Natasha, maybe we can send you item's in the arena?" My mom asks hopefully but still quietly in my ear. I quickly shake my head, knowing if I said yes they would most likely sell their house or give it away for money they can use to sponsor me. I open my eyes slightly and through the tear soaked vision, I see the door open and two peacekeepers coming in. Both of their hands reach my parents shoulders and they are jerked back.

"Mommy, Daddy!" I scream instantly as a look of shock comes onto their face.

"Natasha I love you, it's okay," Both of them yell back at me at once. I want to run up and grab them and pull them away, that would be not smart but I can't watch them just be pulled away. As fast as my legs let me, I spring up and take a few steps towards them, landing once again in between them.

"Here, take this and please be safe," my dad's tried voice says as he grips my hands and places something in there. As soon as that happens both of them disappear through the door and there is complete silent. I look around slowly before opening my hand and eyeing the trinket that rests in on my right hand.

It's a carved wooden axe. I narrow my eyes, it's perfectly craven. Obviously done by my dad. It's only about half the size of my hand. The wood is defiantly nothing special; probably just something you would cut in the forest. But it's the only thing I have to remind me of home once I go to the Capitol. A long thin string is roped through a small hole placed right in the middle of the handle of where you would hold the axe. I put it around my neck and adjust it before another peacekeeper comes and grabs my arm, taking me away.

Something cracks inside of me once I leave the room, that room was the only place I would ever see my parents again. And I don't want to leave it.

Please don't make me leave my parents!" I wail at the peacekeeper, trying not to cry and wipe away my tears, if I went outside Panem would not want to see a crier. And the tributes would make fun of me; I am 17 years old not a 12 year old that will die the first day. Well that depends on what I do.

"You are a tribute! Now get ready to go in the train!" The peacekeeper looked like he wanted to slap me, to hurt me. But he could not, that was against the law to do to a tribute. I am being dragged down the hall, the paintings that I once though were pretty seem to be mocking me. "Hey look at the tribute, she is going to die!"

Am I going crazy? Most tributes don't go crazy until they get into the games.

"Maybe if you treated me nicer I would stop whining!" I yelled at him, in a still tear soaked voice. His reply, his hand gripping my arm tighter. Maybe I should just be quiet for now, just for now until I meet who I need to meet. "You've shut up great, now wipe your tears and go to the train" He halted at the door and gazed down at me.

"But be careful," His rough voice turns into a calm voice my mother would use. I am confused, very confused. Maybe even Peacekeepers had a heart. The grip goes loose and I stand up. The door is already swung open from the peacekeeper; I wipe my tears and sniffle. It's time to face the world.

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