When the train arrived at the capitol a crowd surrounded the train station. I watched out the window as we pulled up. The crowd cheered, their colored arms flying in the air, happy altered faces smiling.
"It's like they worship us" Fen said, his voice was quiet and strained in my ear, he was making sure that Finnick and Eridan couldn't hear.
"Until we loose" I whisper back. Fen looks at me, I can tell he wants me to have hope, but he knows that it's a losing battle either way.
"Alright! Alright!" Eridan said in a cheerful voice "Here we are! Remember what I told you, we only need to head across to that building." He pointed at a building behind the crowd.
I had never seen a building that large before. It was at least thirteen stories tall, one for each team. I closed my eyes, the sight of it gave me vertigo. Finnick positioned me next to Fen in front of the door.
"Here we go" he said reaching his head in-between our heads "Show them you're here to win"
The door slid open and sun shone on my eyelids. A hand took mine, I opened my eyes and saw that Fen was holding onto me, at least the crowd adored it. We stepped out of the train and peacekeepers helped pave a path through the crowd. I waved as we walked across the paved street into the apartment building.

Our apartment is on the fourth floor, luckily, to match our district number. The crowd below stayed where it was, the contestants from district five would arrive within the hour. The Avoxes we had on the train joined us in the apartment, which was also comforting. I watched as the other contestants arrived and hour later.
The boy from five was well built and strong looking, he didn't wave as they walked into the building. His hair was black and nearly shoulder length, he was probably seventeen or eighteen. His partner was about half his height. She was small and very shy, but she tried to wave a little. She was probably only thirteen; her hair was mousy brown and tied in a pony-tail. She reminded me of Toris little sister.

Fen sat down on the couch in the center of the lobby, he turned the TV on and an announcer was talking about the reaping today.
"Fen Etchelion, and Bequel Blanchard from district four arrived in the capitol. Along with Sage White and Grace Choux from district five." The reporter rambled on about all the other tributes arriving later.
"They're playing the reaping" Fen told me. I let out a deep sigh and pulled myself off of the windowsill and sat on the couch.

The tributes from district one were volunteers. There were four girls who tried to jump onto the stage, but in the end a strong looking girl was chosen. There had to be at least ten boys calling out to volunteer, the one who made it looked a lot like Sage, but he seemed short.
The district two tributes were much the same. The girl who landed the role was skinny and had short black hair cut in a pixie cut. The boy was tall and made of muscle, the stage seemed to warp wherever he stepped.
The district three tributes didn't fight for the stage. A mean looking girl was chosen, and she seemed to glare threateningly at anyone who might have been about to volunteer. Her partner volunteered after a young boy was chosen, and seemed to do the same thing she had.
Then it was our turn. I recognized the stage and I started to tense up. I watched as Eridan pulled out my name and shouted it into the crowd. The camera found me when I had finished talking to Tori. I let out a breath of relief; I didn't look as scared as I had felt. Once I was on the stage I seemed to sway a little. Eridan pulled out a sheet of paper, and called my brothers name.
I felt Fen tense and adjust next to me as his past self shouted to volunteer. The crowd cheered and he went to the stage. He did come off as scared, but maybe it could pass as mad.
"Why did you do it?" I barely heard the words come out of my mouth while I asked. Fen looked at me startled and confused. Once he composed himself he answered.
"I lost my little sister when I was younger." He said, his voice was also a whisper. "She was eight, but she was the world to my parents" he closed his eyes for a second and when he opened them they were full of water. "They were practically dead for months. The point is, nobody should have to loosed a sibling, or two children, to this despicable past-time"

When he finished all I could let out was a little "oh" and it seemed like I was holding my breath. Two districts had gone by before I was able to focus again. As the numbers got higher the grief and hunger in the district grew as well.
All I could think about was how horrible the capitol made our lives. Even if I should be judging my competition I couldn't help but only see there ribs and cheek bones standing out, and I felt bad for my healthy life-style. I had always known it was bad in eleven and twelve, but I never knew it was that bad.
*FILLER CHAPTERS ARE THE BEST, I try to convince you. Sorry about the gap, I've had writers block, I worked this one up fast to give you something, I hope the writing isn't too rushed*