"So basically, I have to kill Salem myself when he tries to attack me. When I get into the arena, get away from Salem away as fast as I can. Grab a supplies as fast as I can then scat and rush away. Right?" I repeat what Cato and Clove have told me.

"Yep. We don't need that jerk around here. His ego is as big as Cato here and if becomes victor, we will be toys and he's ego will become bigger and we'll become useless lumps of skin." Clove assures me.

"So this is all for you? What about my life!" I protest.

"Well your life isn't as important as ours." Cato adds.

I eye him. I hate everybody in my district. The reaping is tomorrow where I will volunteer for tribute into the 72nd Hunger Games. I rush upstairs and climb into my hill of blanket on the floor of which I call my bed. I curl up into a ball.

LATER THAT NIGHT

I wake up in the middle of the night. I feel alone, more than ever. I hope I do something good in the games and not just be a Sacrifice for anyone. My thoughts keep me up for a while as I stare up at the ceiling, listening to my brother snore through the open door. His "friend" Clove stayed the night even though she's about the age of me.

I hear Cato saying stuff in his dreams but nothing I can tell by his mumbles. I final catch sleep again and think about tomorrow.

NEXT DAY….

I wake up in the morning around 9:00. Shoot the reaping is at 10 and we have to be there or the Peacekeepers will be knocking at the doors. I don't really wear much as I shuffle through my pile of clothes that weren't that bunched up. I pick a grey jacket with pale blue shirt and grey shorts and headed out the door.

"Are you ready to face the 2nd reaping Sage? How many times will you out your name in? My broth gloats that he's going to win this year." Emma says as I run to her.

"I ready Emma." I respond.

I just think if she is ready to see one of her best friends in the whole of Panem is going into those games and not coming out. Not that I don't think that I'm going to die but I think it's set in stone that somehow I'll die in those pathetic Capitol TV show.

We head up the street as we see a large group of teenagers standing in a big mob sorted into our age groups. Emma and I find a spot where most of the other Quarry-kids stand in a different spot then Career tributes. Earlier we put our names

"Welcome District 2 to the Reaping for the 72nd Hunger Games" A women wearing a grey dress with stones in the skirt-part of it. Sorry but I'm not from District 8 and don't know what those things are called.

"Anyway let's start with the reason why we have these wonderful games to begin with!" The women says.

The video played of how the games started because District 13 rebelled against the Capitol blah, blah, Capitol created the Hunger Games blah, blah, blah, 24 tributes 12 male and 12 female, blah, blah, blah. I think the video is just a stupid excuse so that the Capitol don't have to explain themselves why they send us to our death. There aren't winners, there are only survivors.

"Anyway, let's start with the girls for our District 2 tribute this Games!" The lady, I think her name is Opal shrieks like a little girl who just found out that her crush likes her.

I feel a thousand eyes on me as most of the higher Career pack stares at me. Opal grabs the name from the bowl as she slowly, dramatically opens the name from the bowl and dramatically slowly reads the name out.

"Sage Hadley." Opal reads off of the tag.

At least I didn't have to volunteer as I walk up to the stage. Usually if I wasn't going to be a Sacrifice somebody else would take my place. Most of the people looked shocked that nobody stepped forward to take my place.

"Now for the boys." Opal says as an awkward silence goes over the crowd. She draws a name out and starts to say "Nathan-"

"I volunteer as tribute!" I recognize Salem's voice as he pushes people out of the way to make his way to the stage. I just look at the microphone as Salem annouces his name to the swarm of people below the stage.

"Welcome the tributes of the 72nd Hunger Games! And may the odds be ever in your favor.

May the odds be truly in my favor and let the 72nd Hunger Games began.

I hope you guys Enjoyed! Not that anyone reads my stuff but whatever. Sorry I haven't posted I had to go on vacation to Canada with a group of people from my school! But hey I will never give up and keep trying this story going! NEVER GIVE UP ON WRITING!