Hey, guys, it's me again! I just want to say that I was planning on updating yesterday, but then math got in the way... :( But here it is now! Thank you for those who have stayed with me and read this story, I just want to say that even if it takes me months, I will never give up on this story and I really hope you never give up on me. :) Anyway, enjoy! :D (Also, some of the POVs will be longer and shorter than the others, so I just want to apologize in advance for this...)

D1F18 Lavender Silk

For the first few minutes of the train ride, Totyonna has left us to 'talk'. But we just end up walking awkwardly around the train car, occasionally eating some chocolate or fruit laid out for us. During that time, I end up studying Dash closer. If I'm going into the arena with this guy, I have to know what I'm going up against.

"So, uh, how old are you?" I ask, trying to make my voice high-pitched, but not as bad as the Capitol.

"Eighteen… Aren't you?" I grin and nod. I can tell by expression that he believes my ditzy, dumb blond act.

"Did you have a job back in the district?" I ask. He shakes his head. "Do you have any siblings?" He shakes his head. "I have a sister. Her name is Mercedes," I say. He forces a smile.

"Yeah, I've seen her around," he says. I'm about ready to give up on this conversation. Finding a particularly good-looking brownie, I give no one in particular a ditzy grin and pick it up with my fingers, then take a slow bite, like they do in commercials.

I feel my forehead get a bit clammy. I don't know whether I'm acting well. I sort of wish I could tell Dash my plan. Then I'd have someone to back me up, and then I wouldn't be so nervous all the time. I open my mouth to speak, but then think better of it. Maybe later, when we're in the Capitol or something.

"Well, what do you think our mentors are going to be like?" I ask, deciding to still go with the act in case I change my mind.

"Um, they're the Victors of District One, shouldn't you know them?" Okay, Lavender, maybe a bit too dumb.

"Oh. Right." I giggle right on cue. "Silly me!" There's another period of silence and I plop myself down a fluffy white couch in front of the T.V. "Oh my God, aren't you just so excited for the Games?!" I ask. I turn and flash a white smile at him and he comes to sit down beside me. He throws an arm around my shoulders and I stiffen up, but then instantly relax. Really, Lavendar! You know how to act! You have to be natural. But it's too late anyway. Dash already noticed this and has retracted his arm.

He hasn't moved though. "Well, I mean, I'm excited to start killing the other tributes, I guess. It's what we were bred for, baby!" The way he calls me 'baby' makes chills run down my spine, but I ignore the feeling. I'm doing it for the victory, I tell myself.

D2M18 Gin Fairbane

Ah can't believe ah'm already on my way to the Capitol. Almost there. But first, ah I get to watch the recaps. See if there even are younger kids. What if my volunteering was just a waste! Ah wouldn't be able to live with that.

"So, uh, you look fit enough to make it pretty far in the Games," my district partner, Eris, says.

"So do you," I answer. We're both sitting on a velvet red couch in front of the T.V., waiting for the reaping recaps. Ah can tell this train ride is going to be pretty long.

"Hey, so, our alliance is going to pretty strong, right? I mean, unless the District Two or Four tributes are useless," she says dryly.

I scrunch my eyebrows together in mock confusion. "Four and Two… Oh, no, you've got it all wrong! Ah'm not a Career! I'm here to be an underdog," ah tell her.

It takes her a minute to process this, but then I can clearly see the rage in her eyes. "Not a Career?! You're kidding me! But you could be such a good al-" she stops herself before she can compliment me fully. Her nose wrinkles and she stomps away in frustration before she or ah can say anything else.

She ends up ungracefully crashing into her own mentor, Olympia Mouro. She narrows her eyes, quickly apologizes, and then continues on her path. Olympia glances at me and then turns and follows her tribute, possibly to reassure her or something. Ah have a feeling ah'm going to be on the bad side of a lot of people when ah get into the Games…

D3F18 Svetlana Crimson

I'm so happy right now. My district partner turns out to also be as vicious as I am. Lucious Volte is his name, and he has killed three people so far. I told him my stories and he told me his and we ended up talking about the best ways to kill people, and then eventually the different types of tributes, and now we are talking about alliances.

I had initially wanted to ally with the Careers, but after talking to this dude and getting to know him(which is something I wish I didn't do), I've realized that the Careers might not be a good choice. And anyway, paired with Lucious, we'll be unstoppable! But… still, I don't know. The Careers have less of a chance of backstabbing me. It really depends on the reaping recaps. I'll have to see how worthless the Careers are, and then I'll be able to decide.

I tell Lucious this and he agrees, then continues to talk about his life back in District Three, something I pretend to be interested in. "...and I really used to not like people. Like, I would always be mean and stuff to people 'cause, I mean, they are obviously not worth my time! You understand right?" I nod, although I'm not paying attention. "Yeah, but now that I've met you, I realize that there are other people in the District like me, or maybe there's just you. But no matter! I think…" I zone out and turn my head to look out the window. The view is spectacular, really, but I'm unsure what I'll think of the Capitol, and frankly(even though I hate to admit it), I am a little bit nervous. For what, I am not sure. It might be meeting the other tributes, seeing the Capitol, maybe even simply the Games.

"Hey! Svet!" Lucious's words snap me out of my trance and I jerk my head up, realizing I was falling asleep. I glance up at Lucious and realize I've set him off. Just a bit it seems, but you can never be sure. If he's anything like me, any little thing - like someone dozing off in the middle of a conversation - will make him pissed. He opens his mouth to say something, but then our escort, Frostine, parades in, wearing a new wig and outfit. She gives us a spectacularly white grin that actually, truly makes my eyes hurt.

Then she remembers which type of tributes Lucious and I are, and her smile ebbs away and her face seems to pale just the slightest. "Well, um, hello there, my lovely volunteers!" I wrinkle my nose.

"Stop speaking to us like we're little kids," I snarl. She snaps her mouth closed and rushes over to sit on a chair near us. I grin wickedly. I'm in full control over her, I realize, as she quickly tunes the T.V. to the reaping recaps with a shaky hand.

D4M16 Timothy Porter

I miss Alek. I miss Joe. I miss so many people from back home like my mother and my father. I glance at my district partner, Aqua. She seems like an okay tribute, but she hasn't spoken a word since we got on this train to the Capitol. I would think she would be a mute if she hadn't volunteered. She is actually quite pretty. She has long black hair and brown eyes, uncommon in District Four, and tan skin with freckles. She looks down at the ground, and the way the sun reflects off her eyes through the windows, they looks almost amber in contrast to her dark hair.

"The recaps are about to start!" Crocodilia squeals, interrupting my thoughts with her high-pitched, affected voice. She sits down next to Aqua and me and grins at both of us then turns on the T.V.

We're just in time to see the anthem end and the reapings begin. From District One, another ditzy-looking blond steps up to the stage after volunteering, and so does a muscular boy with the same hair color, but curlier and shorter. District Two looks okay, but there's something off about the male, like he's planning something. I don't expect much from District Three, but they surprise me by both being volunteers. And then we get to District Four, our home. Aqua glances up to see herself volunteer and then I watch as Alek is called and I rush up to the stage, looking desperate. Hopefully the Careers will see that as desperate to kill someone. Then the screen switches to District Five and both tributes are reaped, although the boy smiles like he wanted to be in the Games. I doubt it. District Six doesn't seem too different, and both the girl and boy tributes are reaped.

I decide to get myself off the couch and get a brownie while the District Seven tributes are going. I can't bring myself to ally with the Careers. But I have to, or I'll become a target.

D5F16 Mystic Rarity

We turned on the T.V. too late, but managed to catch the last of the District Two reapings, which was alright. I guess I'll just see District One later. District Three scares me, but both tributes remind me of my own district partner, Waldron Clarke, who hasn't said a word the whole train ride, except to occasionally glare my way. The screen cuts to District Four and reveals - not surprisingly - two volunteers. And then there's my district. I watch as I am reaped and my escort makes a little whining sound.

"Oh, my complexion! That wasn't how it looked in real life, right?" Neither I nor Waldron answer Heather, instead looking intently to the screen. I shrivel up inside as Waldron is called to the stage. Now that the camera is zoomed up on him and I am not trying not to cry like I was on stage, I can see that he looks like he was planning on being reaped. He even gestures to a boy not to volunteer for him. I make a note to stay away from him. District Six seems about the same as any other district, both reaped, but both muscular-looking. They look capable to at least get far in the Games. I make a note to try to talk to at least one of them. District Seven is also different. The girl is reaped, but the boy volunteers for another younger guy in a wheelchair with the same last name as him. Volunteering for his brother probably, which is particularly rare in the outer districts. District Seven counts.

District Eight doesn't seem to shabby, and the boy is a little more muscular than a normal tribute from Eight. But he doesn't seem like the type who'd want to ally with me. Ally?! I'm thinking of allies?! But they'll just backstab me! I remind myself. No, no, I can't think of that. I won't be able to get by without help from allies. Alright then. So far only the two from Six and maybe the boy from Seven. He seems nice.

District Nine is something different. The girl is reaped, like most other tributes, but the boy volunteers. What's weird is that the person he volunteered didn't even seem related to him. Some girl in the front started screaming like crazy, and he just blurted out that he volunteered. I make the decision not to trust him. He doesn't look like he's out for blood, but… who volunteers for a stranger?!

"Almost done, don't worry," Heather, our escort, says cheerily. I roll my eyes, but make sure she doesn't see it.

District Ten reaps two regular teens, nervous-looking, but still regular. They don't stick out much, but could be powerful allies. District Eleven surprises me. The girl is reaped, but screams and cries about it, begging for someone to volunteer for her. For God's sake, you're 16! I scream at her from inside my head. Woman up already! Finally, she passes out and some Peacekeepers drag her to the stage. The escort quickly moves onto the boys, and - surprise! - another volunteer. I shiver a little. All these volunteers are putting me on edge. But this boy volunteers for a younger kid with the same last name as him. Probably his younger brother. Yeah, seems legit.

The door swings open suddenly, and all three of us - Waldron, Heather, and I - whip around to see our mentor, Blake Anderson. I quickly turn around. I can't miss Twelve, I tell myself, No matter how crappy they always turn out. And it turns out that my efforts don't go to waste. The female tribute is incredibly athletic, and flips off the cameras, although they blurred it out. The male tribute isn't as spectacular, but hey, what was I expecting? A natural born killer? Yeah, right.

D6M17 Alex Sheathes

After watching the recaps, Duffy leaves, muttering about how 'disappointing' the tributes are this year. I could hardly call them disappointing. If anything, I'm utterly terrified of them this year! There were five volunteers, not including the Careers. I try to swallow my fears and tell myself what I've learned by watching past Games.

Don't let yourself get distracted. When the Games start, don't hang around the Cornucopia for too long. The Careers tend to hunt at night. Allies usually stab you in the back. Don't trust anyone, not even your district partner. Stay hidden. Only kill if necessary. Don't become a target. I rack my mind for something else. There was another thing, but I've forgotten it now. I curse myself silently.

"What's your name again?" I snap my head towards my District Partner, Fawn, or something like that. She makes a little whimpering sound, and I realize that she's one of those shy girls that rarely speaks. That's okay. I'm one of those closed off guys that doesn't get close to anyone. Except Lena… I lose myself in trying to remember her beautiful long hair and almost seaweed colored eyes. I allow myself a small smile.

Only then do I remember that Fawn asked me a question. "Oh, um, I'm Alex," I say awkwardly. My voice is tight and quiet, if that makes any sense. Fawn allows a small smile and then turns back to the T.V.

After a while, she talks again. "So, uh, planning on having any allies?" she asks. I shrug.

"Maybe one," I answer. "I'll have to see how the other tributes do in training…" Only then do I realize that she probably wants to be allies with me. She just seems like the type of person who immediately allies with their district partner. I decide maybe I should get to know her some more. I don't even know if Fawn is even her name! But just as I start to ask if she has any siblings or whatever, I hear muffled footsteps and some low voices in the hall. Then the door swishes open and two middle-aged people trot in. I immediately recognize them as Ellie Henderson and James Duke, although they introduce themselves seconds after I remember them.

"I'm your mentor, Fawn," Ellie says. So, her name is Fawn. "We just thought it would be better if James mentored the boy and I mentored the girl, just because we would be able to-" she coughs awkwardly, narrowing her eyes at James, probably trying to remind him of a conversation they had earlier, and then continues, "-understand their unavoidable weaknesses better. Without much discomfort." I glance at Fawn and am surprised when I see she's cracked a small smile. I do the same when I see my new mentor's grin and Ellie's scowl.

D7F14 Sarrie Jayman

"So, sweetheart, do you have any, um, special skills we should know about?" my mentor Xavier asks me. It's one of his first years of mentoring, and he's not completely used to it. Not to mention hasn't gotten over the trauma of winning the Games.

"Um, I guess I can sneak around a little bit. I like sneaking up on my friends." That you're never going to see again, I remind myself, harshly.

"Alright. Well, um, are you fast?" I shrug.

I'm in a bad mood. First off, I was reaped for the friggin Hunger Games! Second, most of the tributes are volunteers this year. Third, my district partner is already a favorite. And not just of the escort. I can tell that my mentor and his mentor, Veri, both think he'll get farther than me. Sure, he's muscular. And it doesn't hurt that he's one of the best-looking kids in school. Plus, he volunteered for his little, crippled brother, and he's so sweet. I've Goddamn had enough of it. He's eighteen, and I'm fourteen, but can he run fast? Probably not! I scream inside my head.

"Hmm…" Xavier murmurs. "I think you and your district partner should team up." Right. Always my district partner. Yeah. I'm jealous. So what? I have a right to be.

"I don't think so," Xavier and I turn to see my district partner. "I'm not allying. At all." Xavier widens his eyes and I can't help but smile a bit. But that gets me thinking about which tributes I should ally with. I am definitely allying with someone, I just don't know who. And frankly, most of the tributes this year are scaring me.

"Wh-what do you mean?" Xavier asks.

"He means that just because we're district partners doesn't mean we're allies. I'm not the type of person to ally with a genderbender Katniss who will just backstab me to get back to his family. In fact, I've already decided on my allies. I'm going to team up with Mystic and Rani, and maybe even Fawn." At that, I storm out of the room to my quarters. I have no idea who I just named, but I'm pretty sure they aren't the ruthless ones.

I wonder if Xavier will bother training me after that outburst. Of course he will! That wasn't even your worst! I assure myself. And then I realize that the tributes I said I'd ally with might not be a good choice. I plop onto the couch and turn on the T.V. to the reruns, which Amilia pre-recorded in case we wanted to re-watch the reapings for any tributes we were interested in. I hate to admit it, but she is actually semi-helpful.

D8M16 James Smolder

I don't know what to think about my district partner, Rani. She seems okay, and I have this urge to ally with her, but I don't know if I can trust her. Sometimes there are these tributes that seem weak and innocent, but then they surprise you in the arena and stab you in the back. It pays for watching the Hunger Games every year.

"So, you're strong and you're smart, and I know you are good with medicine, right?" our mentor, Ursula asks me. I nod. "And I know you are, um… smart and capable," She says to Rani. Ursula is truly a nice woman, she just doesn't know how to handle Rani. I can tell she is trying to make Rani feel like she has a chance at actually winning the Games, but it's all useless. Rani knows it, I can see it in her eyes.

"Yeah, I guess. I think… I think I could, um, buy a little more time for myself if I had an ally or two," Rani murmurs quietly.

"I could ally with you," I say, surprising myself. Rani gives Ursula a hopeful smile, as if she holds all the power of deciding if we're allowed to ally or not.

"Well, I don't know," Ursula smiles nervously at me. "James, I think we should talk…" I follow her into a different car with a clear window to the car I was just in, where Rani is now walking over to the different platters of food.

"Listen, I don't think you and Rani should team up," Ursula says. "She's going to bring you down, and nobody will want to team up with you guys! It'd be like carrying around dead weight." I don't answer immediately.

"Who do you suggest I ally with?" Ursula shifts to put her weight on the other foot and looks out the window to the world flashing by.

"I don't know. I'd recommend allying with the pair from Seven or going it alone. You seem capable enough."

"Capable? Like what you said about Rani? You can't tell us not to ally. When we're in the arena, there are no rules. I'm allying with Rani, whether you want us to or not." At that, I go to the car that Rani is in and smile at her.

"Looks like we're going to be allies," I say.

D9F15 Wisp Thorn

"Well, I think that's it for now. Go ahead, get a nap in, explore your quarters, you only have a few hours until dinner," Gala Rome, our escort tells us. I exchange a look with my district partner Elkay and give him a little smile. In the past hour, we've gone over plenty of strategies. We haven't decided on allies or whether we should ally together. Gala has gone over many options, but Elkay turned most of them down. However, I've been saying yes to almost everyone, except the crazy girl from Three, who I think Gala only questioned to see if I'd say no. In the end, Gala said she'd narrow down the options later. So for the rest of that time, we talked about potential sponsors and threatening tributes and weak tributes, and how to act when we get to the Capitol. It's all been very overwhelming, and I'm uber happy to finally be done with it.

"Well, I'm going to go sleep for a bit and then probably see the rest of the train… You want to come, Elkay?" He shakes his head.

"I think I need to just power down," he murmurs. My mouth forms an 'O' shape, and then I smile and stand up to leave.

"Wait, sweets, if you're going to explore the train, I should probably tell you which cars are off limit," Gala says. Oh goody, rules! I think. "Well, you can't go in the control room, my room, um… I think that's it, but I'd ask Merman Keltrow if you're unsure." She smiles at me and I give her a fake smile back. Don't get me wrong, I'm usually a very happy, bubbly person, but this lady ticks me off. She's won the Games, and she acts like it hasn't changed her one bit. She's brought home a winner, yeah, but he turned into a morphling addict. In other words, I think she might be able to help, but I really… don't know if I want to win.

But I can't think about that now. I've only managed to get through the reapings. I still have the rest of this ride, the parade, the training, the private training, the interviews, and the friggin Games! As you can tell, I'm on the brink of panicking.

But instead, I calmly walk through a nicely decorated hallway with deep purple carpet and stop in front of a door marked:

District Nine Female

Deciding that means me, I push it open and step inside, then close it behind me. It's nice and cool in here, with curtains pulled over the windows. I walk over and push them open, but it doesn't make much difference. The light outside is dimming, so I flop onto my bed and close my eyes. It feels so different from the bed I have at home. This one is much more comfy. Much… easier to sleep in. But yet, I cannot manage to fall asleep.

D10M17 Brent Hyde

I wake up with my stomach growling. The room is still dark, but I haven't pulled open my curtains yet, so it would be possible that I slept through dinner and all the way into tomorrow. But, nevertheless, I swing my legs off my bed and groggily walk to what I hope is the bathroom. Thankfully it is.

After just standing there for a few minutes, I remember what I wanted to do. I quickly find the shower, and although I expected one(seeing as this is the Capitol and everything), it's still surprising that there is in fact a shower on a train. After about five hopeless attempts at figuring out how to turn it on, I decide to call up an Avox to help me. I wrap a towel around my naked body and then step to one side of the room as the Avox comes in. I've only ever seen one Avox in my life, and that was about two hours ago, in the food car. She was older, about twenty or thirty. But this one looks only about fourteen or so. She has almost amber eyes that glint gold when light peeks in through the curtains, and the same goes for her long wavy hair. It's a darker brown, though, and also glints gold in the light, but not only that. She also has some natural, unnoticeable red streaks through her hair.

She smiles at me and then moves gracefully to the shower. The rushing water snaps me out of my trance, and I smile at the Avox as she leaves, shutting the door. I lock it and then gingerly step into the shower. The water is so warm, and it beats down on my back like a massage. I close my eyes and just stand there for about a minute until I remember that either dinner is in a few minutes, or we're leaving the train in a few minutes. I peek outside the shower curtains and see a digital clock beside the sink, reading 7:37pm. I quickly shampoo and conditioner my hair and then soap myself down. Then I press almost every button trying to turn the shower off. Eventually, I succeed, and step out of the shower. The minute both my feet are on the ground, a rush of hot air greets me, and immediately combs through my hair and dries me off. I smile a little. There is a plus to staying in the Capitol for a week.

Suddenly, there's a knock on the door, and Missy's shrill voice cuts through the air. "Dinner in five!" she squeals. I rush to put on my clothes, and then glance in the mirror and fix my hair and whatnot. I've never really been one for appearances, but I want to look nice for myself. After all, I doubt I'll be able to get home in one piece. I might get far, but I won't get home.

I push open the door and then throw all my clothes onto the bed. I won't need them in the Capitol, I remind myself. I hurriedly get out into the hallway and rush down to the food car. I peek inside and realize that nobody is even there yet. I catch my breath and sit down at one side of the table. There are four other chairs and I go through who might be sitting with us. Definitely Bebe, our mentors, and Missy. Yeah, that seems about right. And I just sit there, thinking about the Avox, and about Bebe, and about the Hunger Games, and about killing.

D11F16 Harmony Kingsley

I watch as my district partner - I haven't bothered to learn his name - chows down on his dinner. I wrinkle my nose in disgust. Doesn't this guy know manners?! I glance over at Pepper and see that she has the same expression that I must have on my face. But our mentor, Mike, looks like he's enjoying this. He allows a small smile to crease his face.

Eventually, I pick up my fork and delicately stab my pasta noodles. My district partner notices what I'm doing, and tries to mimic it poorly. I honestly hate this guy. He volunteered for this crap! Never has there ever been a volunteer from District Eleven in all 200 years of the Games. I mean, I've never seen a volunteer in all my life. And I've lived pretty long. No you haven't! And your life will be cut off and you will never be able to grow up and- I feel a sob coming up and I try to steady my voice as I excuse myself to the go to the restroom.

I actually don't make it all the way there. My eyes start watering and then fat teardrops fall from my cheeks. Good thing I wiped all my makeup off. Eventually my tears stop coming. You can do this, Harmony. You can win. You always win. I smile to myself. All I have to do is manipulate them. Like I always do. I'm not an evil person, I just always get what I want, no matter the cost.

A tap on my shoulder shocks me out of my thoughts. "Harmony? You okay?" I narrow my eyes at James.

"Not like you could help," I say. But then my eyes go wide. I know what I have to do. I have to use James in order for me to win. I'm sure he'll be a Bloodbath, but our 'romance' will be a hit for the sponsors. And if I know what I'm doing, I definitely will not be a Bloodbath.

"I'm sorry," I give a sigh, as if I've been holding in tension for a while. "I'm just all wound up about these Games." I give him a cheeky grin. "Do you want to start over?" He smiles.

D12M14 Jackson Addams

The train has so far been absolutely amazing. I've gotten time to explore almost every inch of it. Or at least every inch of District Twelve's cars. I didn't know this, but it turns out that all the twelve districts share one train. We each have the food car and the sleeping quarters for mentors, escorts, and tributes. The train is actually quite spectacular, even though it comes from such a horrible place.

I've been trying to go to sleep for what feels like an hour. It hasn't really worked. I'm nervous for tomorrow. I don't know if the Capitol will actually look like it does on the T.V. I've watched so many tribute interviews saying how beautiful the Capitol is, but I get the feeling they've been forced to. If they say something bad about the Capitol, they'll be killed in the arena.

Just think about… think about District Twelve, Jackson. Then you'll be able to go to sleep. But instead, that makes me think of what I'm leaving behind. Never will I ever see my family or my friends again. I try not to let a sob out. America Walles is right across the corridor, and these walls are pretty thin. If she heard me crying, I… I don't know. Point is, I'm not going to cry.

I'm going to sleep.


It feels like I just closed my eyes, but here I am, nestled in my bed the light seeping through my eyelids. I groan and tumble out of bed. I stay there for a while, but then a muffled knock makes me remember where I am. I am not in my bed, I am in a bed provided by the Capitol. I am not in District Twelve, I am on a train, probably already arrived at the Capitol. Back home I had a tendency to sleep in. I doubt it left me the moment I stepped onto that stage.

"Jackson!" Sabina's squeal reaches my ears. I groan again in response. "Oh, well, we're almost at the Capitol, I'd recommend looking nice for us Capitolites! After all, they just might be future sponsors!" I don't fully comprehend what she says, but then my head jerks up and I stumble over to the closet. I grab a pair of jeans, a brown leather jacket that looks tough, a comfy-looking T, and converse. I pull on the clothes without much difficulty, but when I put my shoes on, I trip backwards and bang my head on the dresser.

I grit my teeth and rub the back of my head. At least it's not bleeding, I tell myself. But it still hurts. Whatever. I shake it off and hurriedly stumble towards where America and I first entered. "Hey kid," America says from her perch by the window.

"I'm only a year younger than you," I mutter, frustrated.

"Yeah, whatever. Look at this view." I walk over, and the minute I step up next to her, everything goes dark. I yelp and stumble backwards. America laughs. "Relax! We're only going under the mountains." Ah, the mountains. These mountains are like the Capitol's defense system. Without these, Katniss's rebellion and the very first rebellion would have succeeded. These mountains played a big part in the Hunger Games and the defeat of the districts.

Suddenly, a burst of bright light hits my eyes and I squint. But then America gasps and I leap up to see what she sees. And I see the Capitol. By looks, the tributes have definitely understated it. But I still don't know whether the inside is… spectacular.

"Ooh! Look, here come the sponsors!" Sabina says. She starts to stand up, but then thinks better. "No, it won't look good if I'm always hanging out around you. It'd give them the wrong opinion about me. I ignore her comment and just stare out the window. Thousands upon thousands of Capitolites are rushing to the window, screaming. I glance over to see America grinning, but then she realizes I'm staring and steps away, glaring at me, as if daring me to say anything about it.

I cough awkwardly, and then am lurched backward as the train comes to a stop. Hitting my head in the same place on the wall. Damn you, Capitol people, I say in my head, where there are no consequences.

"This is it, guys! Make sure to be on your best behavior, and… America… please do not be rude to the Capitolites," Sabina tells us.

America rolls her eyes. "Whatever." And then the doors slide open, and bright light greets me.

So that's it! Chariot rides will be up next, and they will consist of all the POVs of the tributes not in this chapter. :) Anyway, reviews are much appreciated! :) Oh, and I've been reading a lot of SYOTs lately, and I think I'm going to start making those questions, like other authors do. :D Let's start now.


1) What did you think of this chapter?

2) Which POV was your favorite?

3) Which pair of tributes is your favorite(they don't necessarily have to have a good relationship together)?

4) Will you vote on the poll? *Hopeful Smile*


See you next time! ;D