So I wanted to get this chapter up at least, but I feel like this isn't a favorite series, since nobody has reviewed on it, so I think I will just write the chapter where Reeka and Katniss meet next and then just kind of end it. I'm sorry if there's anybody who actually does like this story, but I'm most likely going to end it so I can concentrate on my other ones.

As I'm sitting in my room in the train to the Capitol I can't help but wonder what Quill meant by saying that this year's games are going to be interesting? Is it because he's excited to be a part of them? Or does he know something I don't know? That could be, since Look-alikes tend to know a lot about their original since we watch parts of our Original's life through the camera that Capital A has all around each of the Districts. That's how I've learned most of the things I know about Katniss, like how much she cares about Prim and how put off from the world she is, although that I could learn by just knowing myself. So maybe there's something about Peeta that Quill knows that's going to make this interesting? I have no idea what it could be and there's no way it could have anything to do with me anyways. The only time I remember watching Peeta while I watched Katniss was during my first Viewing when I was 10 years old and Peeta threw loaf bread at Katniss when he saw her starving.

I remember feeling the same pain of starvation as Katniss, since we're only fed as much as our Original, but after that day I've been receiving bigger portions of food than most of the kids in the Section 12 seam.

Suddenly there's a knock at my door that breaks me out of my contemplative mental state. "Who is it?"

"Me, Quill. Do you want to come and watch Peeta and Katniss in their train?"

I'm tempted to say no, since I'm fed up with always watching from TVs like a creeper and I'm going to finally meet the real Katniss in just about 24 hours, but I decide to say yes and go join Quill, Greggor and Yeelo since most of the talk about strategy happens on the train. Well all of it except for the mention of the look-alikes, since Mentors and Capitol representatives are sworn to not mention Capitol B. The Game makers think it's better that the tributes find out at their first training session when they get a good look at us. I kind of wish they'd tell them on the train first because I can only imagine how Katniss reacts when she finds out that there's been any other girl living just like her and looking just like her for her whole life and she didn't know it. I don't want to think about that right now.

I put on the plain black shirt and pants set out for me to wear and follow Quill to the living room of the train where Greggor and Yeelo are already sitting on the couch in front of the big screen TV, so we join them. the screen shows Katniss, Peeta, Haymitch and Effie sitting in the dining room having breakfast. It's all pretty boring. Haymitch is drunk, blah blah, but then Peeta stands up and chucks Haymitch's bottle of liquor at the wall. Quill snickers, but I'm in shock and I look at Katniss' face to see that she is too. Well that is until Haymitch slaps Peeta and she throws a knife at him that lands right in between his fingers.

All of us freeze, including Haymitch on the screen, well until he starts to snicker that is and says, "So I've got a couple of fighters this year, huh? Stand up and let me have a look at you." Haymitch does his inspection and I can't seem to speak, until I realize something really important.

"I-I can't throw a sword. Not that good at least. Where did she learn that?" My anger's starting to build, "That's something a little important, don't you think?" I turn to face Greggor and practically yell, "How could come you didn't teach me a skill like that? Katniss can throw a knife and direct it perfectly and all I've been doing is basically lifting weights! How could you have known about this and not have taught me? Is this why District Twelve always loses because when there's a chance we could win you don't take it?"

Greggor stands up to face me, "Reeka, that's enough. I didn't know. none of us knew. I only see what you've seen on the screens, remember that? Sheesh. You're more like Katniss than I thought-"

"Well I should be! I have her DNA!" with that I storm out of the room and head back to my own; locking the door and flopping onto my bed.

A knife? If Katniss can throw a knife like that, then we could win...well would of been able to, except for the fact that Katniss doesn't do the fighting. I do. The games are planned out as in who fights who at what time and who allies with who, but they leave it to chance in a way by not setting a winner of each fight. No, that wouldn't be fair now would it? I can't help but laugh. Fair? Since when is anything about these games, about my life, fair?

Suddenly there's another knock on my door. "Go away!"

"Come on Reeka, let me in."

Quill? Why does he suddenly have so much interest in me? The tributes almost never talk to each other; that goes for the Fakies as well. "What do you want?"

"To talk to you."

Oh well that explains a lot. "About what?"

"Just let me in. I won't go away until you do." Wow this boy is persistent. I wonder if Peeta is just as persistent as Quill? It makes me laugh because I know he is, I mean we aren't copies for no reason, and I know that Katniss must be just as annoyed by it as I am.

"Fine," I get off my bed and unlock the door to let Quill in. When he enters I turn around and flop back on my bed. He wants to talk, so let him talk, but that doesn't mean that I need to say anything.

"So..."

"Why do you keep talking to me?" Ok so maybe I will talk.

"Why shouldn't I?"

"Almost none of the tributes talk to each other, and Peeta and Katniss most likely aren't right now, so we shouldn't develop any relationship they don't have."

"But they are talking."

"What? Let me see."

"Ok well they're not talking right at this moment, but they both just dragged drunk Haymitch off to his room together and now Peeta is giving him a bath, but didn't you see when they were talking abouthot chocolate together?"

"They were?" I know it's not a very important conversation, but most Original tributes don't say a single word to the other tribute from their District unless they have, or have a previous relationship with the person, but Katniss and Peeta don't, well at least not one that I know of, but there seems to be a lot of stuff that comes to Katniss that I apparently don't know about. "What do you know about Peeta?"

"Know about him? Well he grew up in a family of bakers; he has two older brothers-"

"No. You know perfectly well what I mean. What do you know about Peeta that I DON'T know?"

He pauses for a little bit, and looks at his shoes, "Nothing."

"Oh come on Quill! You're good with your mouth, but apparently you're not a very good actor."

"Look. You said so yourself that we're not supposed to have any relationships or know anything that our Original doesn't, right?"

"Yah, but..."

"No buts, yah I know a secret about Peeta, but Katniss doesn't know it, so thus you can't either."

Sigh, uh I hate it when other people are right.

There's another knock on the door. "Are you both in there?" It's Greggor.

I'm about to open my mouth and say something I probably shouldn't, but Quill beats me to it.

"Yah," he says and opens the door to let Greggor in.

"We're only a few hours away from the Capitol, so you both should go to bed right now and when you wake up we should be either close or there."

"Ok," Quill replies, leaving and Greggor starts to follow him.

"Greggor?"

He turns around and answers me, "Yes Reeka?"

"Have a look-a-like and an Original ever switched position?"

"No. It's illegal, and has never been to their advantage to do so anyways. The tributes from Capitol B always have the same skills as their Originals plus some more advanced fighting skills."

"Until now..."

"It was most likely just a lucky shot. Don't worry your brain over it Reeka. The Capitol never misses anything," after saying that he leaves me with my thoughts. Never? Never is as exact of a word as always, and everyone knows that always can be broken and besides, anyone with eyes could see that Katniss wasn't just lucky with her shot. This might not be what Quill knew that made him come to the conclusion that this year's games will be interesting, but I now know, in my own way, that it's true.