Jorsie helps me get in to a simple green shirt with black sweat pants. "Jorsie, thank you for being so nice to me. It means a lot," I tell him. He smiles. "No problem. Remember, I'm rooting for you." Next thing I know, the tube has closed around me and I'm taken up. I see that the setting is a forest. It's pretty. I see the Cornucopia. It has a bow and arrows. I want it, but I won't go for it. Then, the glass opens. Jay runs to the Cornucopia, and it seems that everything happens in slow motion. Jay dives for a sword. The tribute from District Four throws a sword at his back. I jump in front of him, blocking us both with a shield. I grab the bow and arrows and run. My arms get cut by thorns and branches, but I don't care. I have to get away. After running for an hour, I realize I don't have Jay. I freak out. He can't be gone. He's all that was holding me together. I whistle the four-note tune that my mother taught me. The Mockingjays pick it up and start to sing it. I wait. No answer. I walk around aimlessly, whistling the note. Suddenly, I see the District Two girl. She sees me and turns around, her bow pointed strait at me. I walk backwards and suddenly, my foot slips. I almost fall in to a big creek. The girl walks up to me. I have my bow aimed at her too. "Well, well, well, looks like we're both in a deadly position," she says. I nod. "On three, we put our bows down. One, two, three!" I say. We both point our bows down. She sticks her hand out to me. "Emma Smith, District Two," she says. I shake her hand. "Willow Mellark, District Twelve." She has short black hair with small red highlights. She has amazing olive green eyes. "I guess this means that we're allies," Emma says. "I guess you're right," I agree. We walk down in to the creek and start to follow it. We talk about our lives. She's very pampered and her family makes dresses for a living. Once it gets dark, she asks if we can make camp and I nod. We start to argue about where to sleep. "Fine! I'll leave then! We'll have to kill each other eventually, so the sooner you get killed off, the better!" she yells. With that, she storms off. "Stupid prissy," I mutter. I make camp and fall asleep. The next morning, I keep whistling for Jay. I stumble in to Emma again. "I found Jake Hawthorne, the boy from my district. We're allies now," she tells me. I gasp. "Hawthorne?" I mutter. "Yeah, even if he is a Peacekeeper in training, you can't blame me for teaming up with him," she says. At that moment, I feel a deep hate for Jake Hawthorne. My mother used to be in love with his father, Gale. I don't know why I hated it, I just did. I felt betrayed by him. Suddenly, Jake comes out of the bushes, holding a boy by the arm in a tight grip. "Look who I found," he says. I gasp. "Jay!"
