The peacekeepers seated me on a brown leather couch, and commanded me to wait for my first batch of guests. Afew moments later my buddies Jecht and Enrico came in and took a seat across from me. Jecht started off the conversation by twirling his long black hair and saying, "so, you we heard you were picked for the Games." He was then hit in the head by the one year older Enrico, "Jecht he knows we were there, you were the one in the back crying your ass off!" Then my mind spaced out and soon enough Jecht was shaking me saying, "hey, you know we only have afew mi-" he sniffled like he was gonna cry, "minutes with you!" I looked at him square in the eyes and told him what would probably be my last words to them, "I had fun with you guys, I'll see you in Heaven, take care." Then we all bursted into tears and waited for the clock to summon my next guests, which was what was left of my family, Virgil, Selene, Wally, and Cecillia. They took a seat and burst into tears. "Guys," I said, but they continued crying, "GUYS!" now they've stopped crying and were looking at me, sad faces and all, "the crying's supposed to happen AFTER not no." The each nodded and composed temselves before the start of the sad conversation began, "Promise you'll come back," Selene said tears building up again, I quickly replied to avoid the tears, "I promise."

"Pinky promise?"

"Yeah"

"Really?"

Yeah"

"Really, really, really?"

"YES!"

"Liars go to Hell?"

"First of all how do you know that word, and yes, liars do infact, go to Hell"

We locked pinkies like how a pinky promise would go, then she pointed to Virgil, indicating he's the one who told her. "And you! Stop learning cuss words, well atleast until you're 14, then you can swear," I told Virgil, and to lighten up the situation abit, which by the looks of it, was not working. They told me good bye, some tips from the last few years' Games, and I was ushered away to the train. Where Virgil saw the other District 12 tributes and the two mentors, Katniss and Peeta, both by the looks of it cried mere moments ago. I saw the other tributes go into a compartment of the train, but I decided to wander about.

And now I realize I shouldn't have wandered, I'm lost now. I yell for the others to come, but I wait and wait, nobody comes. I decide to wander about more and stumble upon the compartment the others entered, they all seemed to be around a table eating dinner. I was gone... for 5 hours, 5 freaking hours. I took a seat and immediately put a clot of random food onto my plate. To my surprise it tasted great, I would've thought something that looked like it could walk off my plate would taste bad, but it was actually good. That's when I started thinking about it, why were they giving us so much good food? They're making it so we're customed to the good life so that when we get in the Games we'll be unprepared in terms of food! but maybe that's my conspiracy theorist mind speaking, but it just feels right, like it all fits in place. We sit in silence after we all finish our food, so to break the ice, I said, "so, what happened when I was gone?" Then silence, that's when we see the Capitol. A shining utopia, surrounded by the Districts. It's like a big bustling city, the Capitol would be the central part of the city, while the Districts would be the ghettos, or suburbs, but instead of thinking of it as the Capitol or a city for that matter, I can only think of it as the death place of thousands of kids like me. Welcome to Hell, population: 48

Actually I don't have an author's note for this chapter. Okay maybe I do. Still accepting tributes, tribute acception ends next chapter, I guess that's it, but seriously does anyone think they can figure out the Arena for these Games?