Chapter 2

As I walked into the train station, I saw Hadley and started thinking about what she was like. She was very quiet, but… I struggled to remember. I couldn't really think about what she was like. All she did was sit in the corner and do what the teachers said, because the only place I knew her from was school.

When I got on the train I realized there were 2 Hadley's. One was the quiet one, yes, but this one…The loud, annoying, noisy one. "I WANT CAKE, NOT PASTRIES!" She was screaming when I walked into the dining car. I simply picked up a bowl of delicious mini apple pie I had only eaten once in my life, when my father disappeared in a factory. It was a depressing time and I just remember liking it.

I sat on my bed (At least, what I think is what I'll be sleeping on) and took a small piece of it. Smiling. I could remember home from this. I could remember the day, I was only 9. In Justice Hall. The mayor, saying some words, and my mother, holding my brother, who was only 1, and saying some words also. Matter of fact, it was actually the day after my 9th birthday. My life was pretty much based around my birthday.

Soon enough, my district's victor came in to talk to me. Yes, I was going to be sleeping here. His name was Ebony James. "So, you're Terrance, eh?" He looked at me. "That girl is a menace. How do you deal with her?" I just shrugged.

"Talk, boy!" Ebony exclaimed. "You've got nothing to hide."

"Except the fact that I'm gonna die miserably in there, and everyone's gonna see my guts splatted against the Cornucopia, or my stomach get pierced by a branch in a tree, or my forehead crack because of a knife. And that means one thing: I'll never see my family again."

At this Ebony frowned. "Boy, you have nothing to lose! Except winning!" He grinned. I just put the small tin down and looked into his eyes. "Yes," I growled, "I do."

A few hours later, about midnight, I was watching a little bit of the of old Hunger Games. The 66th games, when Monarch Robin won. The 61st games, when Celeste Golden seemed like she was going to win, but let herself die because she secretly loved the winner. They had excuses. I didn't.

Tiredly, I covered my head with my pillow. I heard my door creak open. Immediately I jumped up and prepared for an attack. It was Hadley. She had a kitchen knife. Already this was like the games. But I couldn't hurt her or the Capitol would kill me. She threw the knife. I crouched down and the knife hit the door behind me.

"BACK OFF!" I yelled, grabbing her by the shoulders and pinning her to the wall. A second later Ebony and the female winner, Trissie Fonder, ran in. "What's going on in here?!" they said simultaneously. I pointed to the knife and Hadley. "She attacked me!" I exclaimed. "No," screamed Hadley. "I just came in to see how he was doing and he…he attacked me!"

Ebony looked at the knife. "We'll find out," he said. "Security cameras." He pointed to the corners in the ceiling. Sure enough, there were security cameras. Haldey paled. Trissie, because she was taller, took the one closest to the door and plugged it in to the television. She did whatever activated it and fast forwarded to the place right as I got in bed. It showed the door slamming open and Hadley throwing the knife, then me protecting myself.

"Well, well, well…" Ebony mumbled. "I guess Hadley's at fault here. But you both have the best reflexes I've seen since the 68th games." In the 68th games, District 5 teamed up and got to the final 2. In the end, the girl won by having a 'sad moment' when they got down to eat and fed the boy nightlock berries. "I'll see Hadley doesn't get executed, though." Hadley sighed with relief. "However," Trissie continued, "We're here."