Confusion spreads through me like wildfire. I stare at the screen and the M written on the paper. I turn back to Pricilla.

"I can explain." She says, panic in her own voice. This is when the rage takes over me.

"You said his name even though he wasn't picked! You set him up to get a more exciting reaping! You want better reviews so you don't lose your job to Fenalia next year!" I scream at her. She's speechless. I step up close to her, right up in her face.

"You've made a mistake Capitol girl. You fucked with the wrong sister." I narrow my eyes at her and see tears roll down her cheek. I spit on her, right between the eyes and step back.

"You think these are games? You think our lives are just a way for you to get a higher pay? Well if you don't play by the rules, neither do we. So watch your back Pricilla. I need to practice killing before the games." She falls back onto the couch, her head in her hands, sobs escaping from her mouth.

"Cry little Bitch. Your life isn't on the line, mine is! And so is my brother. Because of you! Fuck you!" I'm about to lunge at her, and get my first kill of the games, when Troy hurls into me, nearly knocking me over.

"Get the fuck off me! The bitch deserves it!" I swing a punch at Troy but only hit his forearm. By now the trains security have realized what's going on and two guards take me by the arms and pin me against the wall. I scream obscenities at them and Pricilla as she cries on the couch. Rye is just sitting there, his expression blank. When I look at him everything catches up at me and my anger and hatred are replaced by sadness. My only job in life is to take care of him and I risk failing that by making the Capitol hate me before we even get there. My legs collapse beneath me and the guards are all that keep me upright, as I sob myself.

There's a pain in my arm as I see a needle be inserted and within seconds, the world as well as Pricilla's sobs face into oblivion.

I wake in my compartment with a throbbing in my head. I blink a few times to wake up and place myself. Suddenly all of last night's events flood back into me. Pricilla's lie, my attempted attack and then being sedated. Its odd how only 24 hours can change so much.

I sit upright and press my fingers against my temples, trying to relieve the pain of a headache. After a few minutes of noting, I slowly stand and make my way to the closed window. The scenery flashes by and I see we're passing fields in the dim pre-dawn light. The sun has yet to rise, but I see the glow from the east telling me its nearly dawn. I close the blinds and select an outfit for the day. We'll be reaching the Capitol soon, my parents told me it was a little under a day's journey by train. I gather the clothes in my arms and enter the bathroom in the compartment. I place the clothes on the counter and turn on the water to heat up. I strip down and brush out my hair, removing the knots created in my slumber.

The water falls softly from the faucet and warms my body. I find a shampoo dispenser in the wall and clean. I simply stand under the stream of water for what feels like forever before I dry off. I dress in the new clothes and dry my hair, pulling it into a ponytail before I leave.

I open my compartment door and see the hallway is empty. Not even the Avoxes are awake yet. I shrug it off and find the set of couches and the television we were at last night. I sit down on the couch and turn on the television using the pad the Avox used last night. The screen glows white for a moment before changing to the arrivals of the tributes at the Capitol train station. I see the district three tributes disembark from their train and the crowd cheer as they wave. The girl is short, maybe 5' 3" at most. The boy looks around fifteen and wears thick-framed glasses. After a few minutes they cut to the broadcasters, Kosmos and Deion who are discussing this years' tributes.

"I think we've got quite the interesting group this year, especially both the children of Katniss and Peeta Mellark, they'll be quite the pair to be reckoned with. I've got high hopes for them." Kosmos is wearing a sparkly white suit this year. He's been working as the host of the games for as long as I can remember, he must be at least fifty by now, but you couldn't tell from all the plastic surgery he's had done.

"Very true, but that could serve as their downfall, they could possibly want to protect the other and throw themselves into needlessly dangerous situations." Deion comments.

"Hmm, valid point. Now what about this years' careers?" I tune out for a while. What is my strategy? Do I expose Pricilla's lie or would that only hurt Rye and I? Should I act like my mother and hopefully gather her fan base?

Suddenly, I hear a door close softly behind me and look up to see Rye walking over to me. I smile weakly and pat the cushion next to me. He returns my smile and sits down where I patted.

"Are we on the TV?" He asks, nodding to the screen that currently shows headshots of the District two brunettes and his partner. I nod my head.

"We were, they were talking about how we'll probably be stupid." I say, pulling my knees up to my chest, hugging them close to my body, as if I could dissolve into the cushions of the orange couch.

"Like mom and dad." Rye says dryly. My eyes open wide and I sit, gaping at my brother. He simply looks back at me, confused, trying to understand my shock.

"What?" He asks, giving up on his sleuthing.

"You said you thought mom and dad were stupid!" I whisper-yell, not wanting to wake anyone. This is probably one of our last chances to talk alone, without cameras and whatnot.

Rye simply shrugs.
"They thought the Capitol would ignore them and us. That was pretty dumb." I now narrow my eyes, trying to understand what he said.

"You haven't heard, have you?" He asks. I furrow my eyebrows in confusion and shake my head.

'What are you talking about?" Rye bites his lip. He looks around us and stares at the door connecting the train cars on either end of the car. He quickly stands and locks each one from our end. He sits back down and sighs.

"You can't tell anyone that you know, alright?" I nod slowly and a thought crosses my mind. It sounds like my brother is protecting me, not the other way around like its supposed to be.

"before we were in the reapings, there was the vote to re-instate the games. The vote was almost unanimous, but they voted against it. The Capitol wasn't happy and told the districts they voted in favor of it. Eventually word got out and the Districts almost rebelled again, they were tamed, but I doubt they will be for much longer." His words take a minute to sink in. I sit dumbfounded, trying to dissect what I've heard.

"How do you know all this?" I ask him.

"Cliff told me. The miners have been talking." I shake my head.

"Why didn't he tell me? When did he tell you?" Rye looks at my left hand, the hand that carries his ring. He raises his eyes back up to mine.

"He told me at the Justice building. He told me to tell you before you did anything stupid. He also asked me if I was ok with that." He nods in the direction of the ring.

I smile slightly and pull Rye into a hug. His word still linger in my mind.

'The Districts almost rebelled again, they were tamed, but I doubt they will be for much longer'

There will be another rebellion.