Chapter Four is coming up! I'm really loving making this and thanks to all who are helping me with compliments and constructive criticism! Now on to the Chapter...

Scenes.

Flashing by.

The train window was squeaky clean, like everything else in this doomed paradise. I was in my room, large and still surprised by the fact. Mr. Salamaner kept coming on to check me, but what made me even more mad is that Jordyn kept coming in without knocking. Sighing, I went to the closet. There were many different dresses and such. I eyes a green skirt that reached my knees along with a green shirt with a crimson heart. It looked homemade, something unusual for this closet. I put it on and looked in the mirror, much bigger than my shard of glass. Twirling, and twirling. I felt like I was in a wonderland.

"You look beautiful!" I heard Jordyn's voice and growled.

"Go away, Jordyn," I snarled, still facing the mirror.

"Who said I was Jordyn?" he asked. What? I'm confused... Then I saw Marc in my mirror. What?

"What are you doing here? Your going to get killed!" I almost shrieked the words, but I knew almost everybody would hear me. "I don't want to loose you."

"Look at me," Marc instructed. I did as he told me to and turned around. As always, my soul was sucked right out of me and I stared at his beautiful eyes. "I couldn't let you be tortured to death by some game! I can't loose you, right after I got you!" He looked away and I finally knew what was going on.

"You can't just break out of here!"

"Yes I can!"

"You'll be caught and killed!"

"You'll be killed too!"

I sighed, there was no way I could deal with him. He'll be killed if he exits, he'll be killed if takes me away. "Marc, you need to go before you get caught," I whispered. I kissed him lightly on the lips and then looked away. A strong arm caught me by the hand. I turned to him once more and whispered again, "You need to go before you get caught."

"I want you to come with me."

"Fine I'll go," I said, though it was all part of my plan...

I led Marc through the train until we got to a window, big as ever. I quickly threw a vase and the window shattered. I smiled at my satisfaction and grabbed Marc's hand lightly. "Ready?" I asked Marc, he nodded. Looking at me, he dove in for a kiss. Slowly rotating while kissing, I advanced to where my back was too the wall. I came for air and quickly said, "I'm sorry, Marc, I don't want you to be killed." He looked at me in confusion, but before he could speak, I pushed him out the train.

Tears trailing down my face rapidly, I watched him quickly get up and stare at the train. Why did I do that, he could of hid somewhere. No! I must be strong, I reminded myself. Soon Marc's body was a speck in the woods. I prayed that he would stay where he was and go home. I prayed that, he wouldn't get beaten by those peacekeepers. More like Peace-enders.

"Dinner!" Denise appeared and smiled at me. She looked oblivious to my tears, smiling and waving. Stupid, idiotic mentor, probably the worst you could get. "Come on dear, don't want food to get cold." Cold? Food? I ate cold food every day, or stale in a bread's case. Following her, interested, she lead me into a huge dining hall with one long wooden table with every food you could imagine. Jordyn already there, acting quiet, though talkative.

"Well, hello Crimson, we thought you would never come!" Mr. Salamander, acting unenthusiastic as usual. His mouth was full of food with much his appearance even more rancid.

"I came, didn't I?" I asked, sitting down. Jordyn eyed me and once again, his electric yellow eyes burned in my skin. "Stop looking at me like that!"

Jordyn chuckled and replied with a small, "No." The guy is unbelievable, smiling like we're in some fairy land with rainbow sweets and rivers of chocolate. "So, Denise, what should we start on?"

It took her a moment to reply, because of the food. "What are your strengths?"

"Longsword," I replied instantly. I lightly blushed and continued to pile my plate with food. I carefully lifted the glass full of dark red liquid, grape juice maybe? Nope, definitely not grape juice, I thought as I sputtered wine. "I'm only fourteen!" Eying the 'grape juice' and carefully setting it down. I took a small bite of some type of meat with cranberry sauce oozing over it. "Yum," I couldn't escape it from my lips.

"You like the food?" Denise asked, I nodded. Try to get on her good side. "I remember when I first came to the games..."

"Which one did you win?"

"The 19th, she winked at me.

"I'm good with my hands, from threading so much cloth. Maybe traps? I've never tried them, but I'm sure I could learn them easily," Jordyn's voice suddenly entered the room. Denise looked over at him and nodded in agreement.

"I've seen you around town!" Denise laughed at her rhyme then shrugged it off. "Anyways, trained separately?"

"Yes," I said quickly. No way was I going to let greedy boy here ruin my training. I scarfed another filling of the stew. Everything felt so good, so nice.

"Oh, look at the time! We'll be eating our desert by the TV!" Denise squealed.

"Why?" Then realization hit me, the Reapings! "Oh, okay." I looked at Denise, she sure was a happy camper. We followed her as she almost skipped into the living room. To the side a huge TV stood. I grabbed a chocolate mousse and sat down next to her. Jordyn sat on the other side and quickly turned on the TV. Smiling Denise flipped it to the Reapings.

I couldn't believe my eyes.

HAHA! Cliffhanger, I bet you all hate me right now... Well, it's okay. Just wait for the next chapter...
Also, I saw The General today and it's amazing. The one staring Buster Keaton! IT'S AMAZING!
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-The Last Sketch

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