HELLO! 40 freaking reviews! I LOVE ALL OF YOU! To 1. Celebrate only a few left till the movie and 2. Thank you guys, I'm gonna try to make this the longer chapter I've done. So brace yourself! Oh and a big thanks to trololol. I don't like when people are mean, but I DO like constrictive criticism. I want to know how to better my stories. Oh and I don't think I'm gonna get a beta, because I just write for fun and I don't really know the concept of it.

Disclaimer- I donut own The Hunger Games. Haha, donut…..

Katniss's POV

This isn't happening. First I get reaped, and next, Peeta's 12 year old brother! This is a catastrophe! I watch him make is way through the crowd, until I hear someone bellow.

"I volunteer!" The person gasps.

I become relieved, until I see the person. It's Peeta. I should have seen this coming! He'd do anything for Hayden. Even something this extravagant. But this does NOT happen often. Family devotion only goes so far. What Peeta is doing is radical.

"Lovely! Come forward!" Effie squeals. How she can remain so positive and so annoyingly perky is unknown.

Hayden screams. "No Peeta! Don't go!" He chokes out. It sounds gut wrenching. How can the Capitol be so cruel to take away an innocent boy's brother? It disgusts me.

Hayden clings onto Peeta's hand, like it's his life line. Technically, it's Peeta's.

"Let go, Hayden." He says firmly. He tries to maintain a blank expression, but I know the pain he feels.

Peeta's best friend comes up and grabs Hayden, carrying him towards his mom.

"Up you go, Peet." She says.

Peeta walks up onto the stage. Effie clears her throat, brushing off the scene Hayden has created.

"Well, how exciting! What is your name, son?" She asks Peeta.

"Peeta Mellark." He says firmly. See, this is what I admire about him. He never seems to break down.

"Lovely! Let's give a hand to district 12's tributes, Katniss Everdeen and Peeta Mellark!" But it remains silent. Which means we do not agree. We do not condone. All of this is wrong.

We are quickly escorted to the Justice Building. My whole family comes in first.

My mother runs and hugs me.

"Oh sweetie! I'm so sorry! You have to win! We all love you!" She sobs.

I close my eyes tight and try to fend off tears. Only a few mange to escape.

My two sister's join the hug as we cry together. My father stays back looking around the room.

"I really like the color of this wall. Maybe we should paint the Bakery this color." He ponders. Really? Your youngest daughter is about to die and that's what you're thinking about?

"Charles! Can we not think about that right now? Talk to your daughter!" My mother snaps.

He sighs and walks over to me. I break the hug from my mother and sisters.

He looks me straight in the eye and say:

"District 12 might finally have a victor. He's a fighter. That one." He states in monotone. Even though I have never been close to my father, the fact that he has more faith in a stranger than me, breaks my heart.

"Charles!" My mother screeches.

She pushed him out of the way and hugs me once again.

"You can win. I know it." She says fiercely. Suddenly two peacekeepers come and to the room and drag them out.

"You can do it! We love you!" My mother yelps.

"I love you too!" I say, feeling a breakdown coming.

I sit on the velvet couch and burry my face in my hands. I am truly alone now. Well, not completely because Madge comes in next. She's one of my best friends.

Her lip quivers like she's fighting off tears as well. We hug and she hands me something. It's her mockingjay pin. Mockingjays are a big screw you to the Capitol, which is why I am happy to accept her gift.

"You can wear a token into the Arena. Will you wear it?" She asks. I nod silently and she says goodbye when the Peacekeepers come in. I think that that's all the people, until one girl comes in. Delly.

She looks down at me. I offer her a seat but she brushes it off.

"Look, I don't know what your motivations were when you wanted to be friends with Peeta, but let's get one thing straight. You have to do everything to get Peeta out. He has to win. He has to come back for his little brother. His mom. Even for me. And if you happen to come back and he is dead, I'll make your life a living hell." She growls then she stalks out of the room. Could this day get any worse? My thoughts are interrupted by a Peacekeeper, leading me to the train.

First thing I notice is the elegant chandeliers hanging on every inch of the ceiling. I also see Peeta sitting in a chair, his face in his hands. This must be really hard for him. Leaving his brother and all.

I take a seat next to him. He slightly turns his head towards me. I offer a weak smile, trying to reassure him. He just turns his face back to his palms. I sigh and copy his position. We stay that way for a while until Effie Trinket comes pouncing in.

"Dinner in thirty minutes! Then we will watch the recaps of the Reaping!" She squeals. I have no clue how I'm going to deal with that voice. Peeta nods and I say thank you. We sit there in silence and I'm about to speak, but he beats me to it.

"You know why I volunteer, right? I mean you would do the same for your sisters, wouldn't you?" He turns to face me.

"I completely understand. But I don't know if I would volunteer. My family is different. I'm not as close to my sisters as you are with your brother." I say, guilt creeping up.

"I guess it is different. It just that, I'd rather suffer instead of Hayden. He's full of so much glee and innocence. I lost that a long time ago. What else do I have to lose?" He questions.

"Don't talk like that. You have Hayden to lose. What if you didn't come back? What do you think would happen to him? He could starve. He needs you to survive." He sighs taking it in.

"Plus, he loves you. He doesn't want to see his brother get killed." I try to say with strongly, but my voice cracks.

My eyes could deceive me, but I could have sworn I saw the slightest smile playing on Peeta's mouth.

"Thanks. That really helped motivate me." He says. We are called to dinner. And the food makes my mouth drool.

Peeta's POV

This day has sucked. I felt as though I should just give up and go down without a fight. But Katniss has replaced that feeling with empowerment. I need to win for Hayden. The only thing that I am hesitant about is Katniss. I can't kill her, but I can't form an alliance, either. What if it would come down to the two of us? I shudder at the thought.

When we are called to dinner, I am overwhelmed by the food. Dozens of plates filled with mouthwatering servings. I can't help but feel guilty while eating. I'm dining on food like there's no tomorrow, while my family is back at home, starving. I push the thought aside and try to remind myself that I need to beef up so that I can win.

After eating, I feel a bit green. The food is a bit too rich for my stomach to handle. I look over to Katniss and she looks a bit green as well. After the rich dinner, we walk to a room with couches and a big T.V.

I am miserable throughout the whole recap. Every person I see, reminds me I'll have to kill them to survive. There is this one 12 year old girl from 11. How am I supposed to kill someone that's the same age as my brother? I can't.

After we finish it quite silent.

"Well, we should all get to bed. Tomorrow is going to be a big, big, big day!" Effie hollers. That's gonna get old real fast.

We all saunter to our rooms, without saying a word. I try to get to sleep, but I can only seem to being thinking about Katniss, one of my newest friends, and the girl with bread. I keep in mind that I just might have to kill her.

A/N Sorry if the end is a bit rushed. BTW I finished reading The Last Olympian. I cried. The last line KILLED ME! After I read it, I was like 'Okay, I'm dead now.' Now I'm reading The Lost Hero. It's alright, but it's no Percy Jackson. Might update tomorrow, then again I might not update till Friday. No, probably not Friday cause that's the Hunger Games premiere. So I don't really know. Review please!