A/N: "Volunteer for the hunger games, they said. You'll have fun, they said."
Okay,...sooo. Clearly I have not updated in a while... I have not forgotten about this story. It's just I wasn't sure if people were reading it...but, all my fans (okay so like 2...maybe 3) have been begging (they asked once) for a second chapter. Sooo here it is. I guess we'll see where it goes from here:) also I want reviews! Ehe...well just tell me whatever. I don't care if you're mean in it or talk like a unicorn (which would be very nicely) I just want to know what is inside your heads when you read this! *laughs evilly* But seriously tell me any comments you have about ANYTHING I want to be able to make this story as good as possible. Also there is one little detail that I got wrong from the book...not gonna say what it is incase no one noticed. But...I don't think it mattered THAT much. I mean it is fan FICTION...so I don't have to stay true to the book...but that is the only thing that I will make different. Okay...world's longest author's note is over. :P Hope ya like!

The peacekeepers lead me off to the Justice Hall where I was to say goodbye to my family, which consists of only my mother and father. Neither one if them knew about Cato and I; actually I don't think anyone did. Like I said, it kinda ruins my reputation, along with Cato's.
"Oh darling, I'm so proud of you!" my mother squeals as she comes in. She sits down on the couch I'm on and puts her arm around me, giving my shoulder a squeeze.
I put on the facade of being over-joyed that I won, but I'm not too happy about. Of course it's great to be able to have a chance to bring pride to my district, but this isn't exactly an ideal situation.
"Thanks!" I answer giving her a hug. My father then comes in and sits on my other side.
"Nice going, hun" he says patting my back.
I decide that, for now, I need to try and forget that I'm about to go in a fight to the death with the guy I love. So that's what I do.
"Thanks guys, any last minute tips?" I ask them
"Well that Cato guy, he may look tough, but I heard he that he once lost a fight to a 13 year-old" my father said, trying to be reassuring, even though he got his facts wrong. Cato has never lost a fight, not even to me.
I smirk anyway, trying to remember to forget Cato and I could possibly have to kill each other.
"I heard that too!" my mother chimes in "You'll do great Clove. Just remember everything you've been taught. You've been preparing for this your whole life." My mother finishes her little inspirational speech, not that I need it. I have full confidence I can win this thing, well not factoring in Cato.
"You'll do great, love." my father says with a kiss on the cheek.
Then the peacekeepers come and lead them back out. I know I won't have any other visitors, not even my friends who were at the reaping.
I'm left waiting for awhile, not sure what for though.
To my surprise, someone comes through the door. Someone I was not expecting to see. My, supposedly crazy, Aunt Skyler.
She walks in, wearing a blue floral dress that is huge on her, her blonde hair is untamed and the dark circles under her blue eyes indicate she hasn't gotten much sleep.
I'm not sure what to say, so I just sit there, feeling awkward.
"Clove," she says, as if she is about to tell me something. But when she doesn't after a few minutes, I finally ask,
"Yes?" becoming slightly annoyed.
"I..." she starts, looking around the room
"Good luck." she says. I continue staring at her, waiting for her to leave, assuming that's all she has to say. She then sits down next to me and I scoot over a bit, not wanting to be too close.
"Why did you do it?" she asks.
I stare at her, confused.
"Do what?"
"You know what I mean!" she answers, her voice rising. She grabs my shoulders, as if she is about to start shaking me, but she just holds them.
"Why did you volunteer?!" She clarifies, looking at me, her eyes wide.
I sit there for a moment, dumb founded. I don't know why I haven't told her to leave.
"To bring pride... To my family, my district." I answer. Crossing my arms over my chest. Her hands that were holding my shoulders fall to her lap.
She shakes her head slightly, sadly.
"It's not worth it." She whispers, almost to herself, before she gets up and leaves. I'm confused for a second, until I remember my mother telling me she won the games about 20 years ago, when she was 16. I wonder if that's what made her so crazy. I don't really care though. When, or if I win, I'll be the happiest girl in Panem.

End note: Kay, I know it's really short but I feel like the next part should be in a separate chapter, which I plan to have up by this weekend. So that's all. Also...review or I will...leave the next chapter on a HUGE cliffhanger! Aha! And not update for the rest of the year.