The whistle rang in my ears. The train plunged into action taking me into a nightmare already fused into children's minds. I felt Zilla's hands push against my back ushering me into a blue room filled with comfy looking chairs and a long table set with silver plates waiting for the arrival of food. There was a tall, black haired man sitting at the table with his head looking away from me. Christoff was there too, but looking at us with his golden brown eyes. he moved his long blonde curls out of his eyes and stared at me "welcome we were just about to find out who were up against" I dodge his eyes and look at my feet. I don't say a word. Zilla gives me another push towards the table and I take a seat next to the black haired man. I think his name is Alums. The anthem plays from the middle of the table and a small see through screen rises from the wood a positions its self so everyone can see. They begin with district one. A small blonde haired girl bounces on stage. She is smiling, waving and blowing kisses to the crowd. They crowd loved it and begged for more. The boy was muscly and had shaved hair. He never did smile but he still looked pleased to be there. They both looked very prepared for what was to come. After district one I lost interest in everyone else especially when my district came on the screen. I ducked my head and studied the dirt underneath my nails. I did notice two other people after me, though. It was the boy from 10 with flattened dark hair and caramel skin. The other was the girl from 12 with eyes like a healthy forest. She had beautiful golden hair that went to her knees. He stood very proudly. When it was finished everyone was silent. I could hear the wheels of the train scrape against the edges old the track. It was so silent a pin could drop and it would sound just equivalent to a bomb dropping. Eventually, it was Zilla who spoke first. "Well quite an interesting mix this year isn't it alums" I look beside me and see him staring at me with his dark brown eyes. I feel scared at first but then I felt quite embarrassed. Why was he looking at me, why not Christoff. He has a much prettier face than me. He looked at me up and down and then chuckled. He stood up and raised his chuckle to a laughter. "What so funny" Christoff asked. "nothing" he replied and walked out of the carriage trying to control the urge against whatever was making laugh so hard. When we were distracted food hard been neatly placed in front of us waiting for our human appetite to devour its life. Like how the hunger games will devour me quite quickly. "I'll go collect Alums then" Zilla chirped. Her bright blue spikes on her head whizzed passed me as she summoned Alums.

After the awkward feast of duck and some vegetable soup, Zilla took me to my room. The first thing I did was have a long warm shower. It was brilliant. The soap smelled like the lilies that grow in our district. Even though my father was quite wealthy and owned our district number business for bait that is guaranteed to catch any type of fish, he doesn't let me use the hot water unless I'm cooking with it. He doesn't like me that much. Since my mother died in the rebellion that destroyed most of Panem he has received all of her money. My mother was the mayor's daughter. He only loved her money not her. He wanted 3 strong reliable sons. When he only got two things change. He would purposely leave me out and hurt me emotionally. When she died he made me work full time in his shop as well as cooking and cleaning in our house. I put on some light brown pants and a purple shirt. I pulled back the curtains to see the outside. It was dark already, it really must have been a really long shower. I crept out of my room to look for some more food, I was still quite hungry even after my filling meal. Alums was fast asleep in the lounge opposite the dining table. His black ruffled hair covers his eyes making him look old. Alums isn't even middle aged. He won the 3rd ever hunger games. He looks 40 something but really is only around 25. I guess reality caught up with him and dramatically changed his appearance. A cold hand closes around my shoulder and I whip around to see a boy with blonde hair and dark green eyes. He lifts his finger to his lips. He almost scared the living daylights out of me. I remove Christoff hand from my shoulder and squeeze past his body and back to my bed. The last thing I remember is thinking which one of those poor souls would have to murder me to survive[A1]

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