Disclaimer: I do not own the hunger games. I only own Alexis, Roland, her family and the twins. Nothing else.

I know I should be feelings miserable and scared but I can't help but feel angry.

Angry with myself and also angry with Baxtin for picking out my name out of everyone in this place.

How could I even think for one second, I could not be picked. It's like I jinxed myself into this, telling myself that it's almost impossible for my name to be picked.

I don't try to hide my anger when I walk up to the stage. Baxtin is obviously too happy and oblivious to notice the anger on my face when he almost guides me next to the microphone.

"Everyone give a great round of applause to our newest tribute!" He says into the microphone. You could hear cheers from the betting group. Who were waving around their betting slips; Guess who just made it on the list of people I want to butcher and hang. While everyone else was as silent as a snail.

"And now for the boys!" Baxtin continues, moving over to the other glass bowl, that has the boy names in it.

He shuffles through the bowl before taking one piece out.

So who am I going to have to see get murdered.

"Roland Friedgo"

Oh.

Well that's not bad.

I hate him.

Well not him, but his family. He's a boy of seventeen. Exactly eight years old when his family asked my mother to tame that damn horse.

I glare at him when he made his way to the stage. His face had obvious shock written all over it but he also looked miserable. Completely the opposite of me.

He stood by the microphone as Baxtin congratulated him and then asked for volunteers. I look into the crowd when he talks. Looking for my sister. When I found her, she was crying, sobbing hard into the girl next to hers shoulder. My face saddens, I begin to stop being angry at the whole thing and start to realise what the hell I'm getting put in.

The Hunger Games, the games where twenty-three children die and one comes out. The games where most victors come out crazy and out of their minds. The games where you kill to win. Where you kill other kids, your age, older and younger. The games that I'm getting forced into, where I will die and scar my family forever.

No one volunteers, I can see Mollie, she looks like she was going to volunteer but judging from the looks Tyler is sending her from his section. He convinced her otherwise. He was smart for doing that, it was better me than her, she's too soft and caring to kill anyone.

The Mayor steps up to take the microphone again to begin the tradition of the Treaty of Treason, once he's done. He asks us to shake hands. My mood shifted when I step up to shake Roland's hand, I glare at him but he sends me a almost guilty look when he looked at me, like he finally realised who I was and he was sorry for her.

My mood swings again into almost surprise when he gives me a squeeze from his hand. I felt stupid then, it's not his fault. I judged him based on what his family did. I told myself never to do that, but I did. I always glared at him when I saw him in school and I've even convinced my sister to trip his little brother before.

All these emotions are overwelming, I've always just been angry, happy, prideful and sometimes I don't think I have any emotions, but now I'm feeling sad that I'm going to die and I'm feeling sorry for a guy I've always hated on. It's pretty sudden and weird how I realise now but I've always done this. Logical thoughts pass through my brain instantly when I feel like I'm in danger, this happened a lot after my mother died but it passed over quickly once my father started to get back into living and surviving.

Now, I just know I'm going to die and my senses are increasing because of it.

I stand in a room in the justice building after being 'escorted' gently into it. I know any moment now, I'll see my family walk into here to say their last goodbyes to me.

I sat down on a obviously very expensive sofa when they come in. My father has red puffy eyes, he probably broke down, when he realised that he'll lose another family member. My brother looked sad as well but he had not cried, he most likely wants to look strong for the sister, he's going to lose. My sister who is still crying ran up and hugged me. I lift her up and spin her around for probably the last time, she's very small and light and even though she's thirteen, she has not gotten her growth spurt; so she's easy to pick up.

I place her back down and give her a sad smile before being hugged by the males of the family.

"Oh, my little Lexi" my father murmurs "I'm sorry"

"It's not your fault, dad" I say as I lean into their hug, trying to burrow my way into my fathers chest like I did when I was younger.

My brother sniffs, his eyes were clearly watery "At least, you didn't get paired up with someone you like, right?" He says clearly referring to Roland.

My dad glares at him, he's never liked blaming the Friedgo's like we did.

I gently laugh but frown "it's not his fault," referencing to the incident "and I think it would be better if I was paired with someone I didn't know"

My brother looked a little surprised and look like he wanted to argue but he nodded, not wanting to fight his sister before leaving.

Dandelion sobs loudly again "I don't want to lose you" she states before ramming into me for another hug. I could feel a tear leaving my eyes but I wiped it away.

I know it's not the truth but I said it anyway "Don't worry, you won't lose me"

The guards come in then, telling them their time was up. My father and brother both take Dandelion from me "We'll be waiting for you" my brother says. Like he believes I could win, and my dad nods sadly.

I smile at them, genuinely, wanting them to see me smile before I most likely die in the arena.

Just as the door slammed. My smile sagged, my eyes start to tear up. My family. I'll never see them again. I'll never see their smiles and I'll never hear their laughs again. I feel my legs go weak but before it did, two pairs of arms lift me up and I see the familiar two pairs of green eyes. "Mollie, Tyler" I hug them. My tears flowed and my tears dripped onto their shirts.

"Lexi, stop crying!" Tyler shouts. I jump, taken by his serious tone of voice he never uses "You have to win" I stare at both of them. Mollie looks sad but she had a hint of determination in her eyes, while Tyler looked serious and he looked at me like he really wanted me to believe.

But believe what? That I could win?

"What?" Suddenly I'm angry "I can't win! No one ever wins from our district!"

"Yes, you can! You're smart and you know how to use a knife!" He responds.

It was like we were arguing like normal but this was more serious than the playfulness in our other arguments.

"I'm not strong!"

Mollie intervenes "You are! You can kill a cow and not care a bit!"

"But this isn't the games for killing cows! It's the games for killing people!" I yell. Hoping they would just believe I can't win.

"The games are either you kill or be killed! And I know you'll survive!" Tyler says, taking my shoulders. Looking into my eyes with a emotion I couldn't decipher. "We don't want to lose you!"

"You've seen your mother die." Mollie says. I look at her as the image of my mothers smile came to my mind but then faded into oblivion. "You shouldn't let your family go through that again" I think of the tears of my family and the way my father screamed at night before I came in and calmed him down. The way he dreamt of my mother dying in his hands over and over again. I don't want that to happen again. Especially now that it could happen to my brother and sister.

"You really think I could win?"

They nod enthusiastically, relieved I'm starting to believe them.

"I'll try" I say before they were dragged out with the last bit of information "We'll look after Katniss!"

I'm not entirely convinced but I know if I try, I'll have a chance.

I will win.

For my family and for my friends.

Okay, I know I didn't get far but I'm planning to get to the tribute parade next chapter.

Don't judge for any grammar mistakes or missing words. I do that a lot.

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