I just wanted to say, that for some reason your reviews aren't showing up. However, they are being sent to my Email. Kid, no, the next chapters will be longer. The first one was short, to get people interested (:

I sit with Katniss, chewing a piece of groosling. We went hunting earlier, Katniss shooting grooslings while I foraged for nuts, roots and berries. I really think we have a chance in these Games.

As the sun sinks lower, I curl up close to Katniss, drinking in he body heat as I sit there, drowsy, my stomach pleasantly full.

Suddenly, I sit up straight and clutch her jacket.

Claudius Templesmith's voice rings through the Arena. He tells us that there has been a rule change.

He tells us that two can win.

Excitement shines in my eyes as I turn to Katniss with new hope.

"We can both go home," I whisper, disbelieving. But then the second part of the announcement sends my slowly rising spirits crashing back down. Yes, two can go home.

Two from the same District.

Katniss' anguish is evident in her eyes. I know what must happen. She must find Peeta, play the star-crossed lovers role, and get both of them home. So I know what I must do. Because I know that she won't.

Trembling, I pick up Katniss' discarded knife.

"I'm sorry," I say, so quietly that only the cameras can hear. Because I want my family to know that this was not an easy choice, but a choice I had to make.

But years of hunting have sharpened Katniss' ears to an unbelievable point. She whips round, sees what I am about to do, knows she's not close enough to stop me in time.

But one thing I hadn't counted on.

The speed with which the Girl on Fire can shoot an arrow.

As the arrow pierces my hand, I scream, dropping the knife. Katniss sprints over and pulls me into a tight hug.

"Never. Try. That. Again." She tells me, fiercely. I nod, tears burning in my eyes as I try to use my jacket to stem the steady stream of scarlet blood, flowing from my injured left hand. Katniss cuts off a strip of her jacket, wraps it tightly around my wound several times. I bite back the tears, and a silver parachute floats down.

In it, is a single, small loaf of bread, in the shape of a crescent moon, brown and sprinkled with tiny seeds. And the tears well up in my eyes once again, because this bread is from home.

I break it in half, offering half to my ally. She hesitates before accepting her half, obviously wondering how long this alliance can last. We chew on the bread in silence.

"And now," says Katniss, once we're finished, "We find Peeta and Thresh."