Next Chapter! This one is in Everbloom's POV. I hope you like it, and please review! Thanks!

The cold glass presses against my face as I look out the window. Trees and hills are rolling past, a blur of greens and browns. My reapings dress, a little, strapless ice blue thing, is crumpled under me. I hadn't bothered to take it off when I borded the train, even though the dresser was full of tons of pretty clothes. I reach up and touch the cheetah on my necklace Emily had given to me right before I borded the train. We'd had a tearful goodbye, filled with pointless promises and wishings of luck. I didn't have to be here now. I didn't have to volunteer, but at the same time I did. Emily is so much smaller and daintier than me. She wouldn't have stood much of a chance. I had at least a little better of a chance to make it. My mom had cried, and so had my sisters and brother. They begged me not to go, but they didn't understand. You can't get out of the Hunger Games. It's just starting to turn dark when district five's escort, Lander Silvia comes to take me to dinner. Adrian Martinez, the boy tribute of district five is already seated at the table. Ravia Joelena, our menter, is sitting next to him. I make my way shyly to the table and sit on the other side of Adrian. He gives me a small smile and I try to smile back, but my nerves are acting up again. I don't like to be around people. I've been shy my whole life, but I'm trying to shake that habbit. He studies me for a moment, but then looks back down at the table. Food arives shortly: Roast beef and a creamy cheese soup. The soup melts on my tongue, and the roast beef is perfectly cooked. It's been a while since I've had a meal like this. Skratch that. I've never had a meal like this. For the moment I forget my manners, and just eat away until I'm so full I can't eat another bite.

"My, my!" Lander Silvia laughs. "You're real hungry, aren't you?" Ravia rolls her eyes and gives him a look that clearly says "Of course she is, idiot. Not all the districts have it just as good as the Capital does." I admire her for her annoyance. Lander doesn't seem to notice her death glare. He keeps on eating and making jokes.

"So," says Ravia after a while. "What can you two do?" I have to think for a moment about this one, but Adrian speaks right up.

"I'm smart," he says. "And a good observer. I'm pretty good with a kife, too." She nods and then turns her gaze on me.

"What about you?" she asks. I look down at my plate.

"I'm good with animals," I say softly. "And I can run really fast." I sneak a glance at Radia.

"What about weapons?" she asks. " Are you good with anything?"

"I'm good with a shotgun and bow and arrow,' I reply. She studies me curiously.

"Interesting," she mutters. "And how does a girl like you know how to use a shotgun and bow and arrow?"

"The animals," I say. "At our district. I use a shotgun or bow and arrow to keep predators away. If I didn't they would all be dead." Ravia nods. She knows about the animals distrcit five is herding for the Capital. There's all sorts of animals, including cheetahs, my favorite. A small, blond haired girl comes in and serves us desert. The chocolate cake looks so good I eat it, even though I'm stuffed.

"Thank you," I tell the girl. She looks scared and leaves quickly. I frown and look to Radia, who sat back down.

"She doesn't mean anything by it," she says. "She's just not supposed to interact with the tributes, unless they're giving her a command. "

"But who is she?" I ask. Radia gets a grim look on her face.

"She's an avox," she says. "A traiter to the Capital. She can't talk, because they cut out her tongue. That's what they do to avoxes." I feel sick. That poor girl. Radia seems to sense my distress and gives me a sad smile. We eat our desert in silence for the rest of dinner, and then we're dismissed to our rooms. As I'm about to open the door of my room, a hand grabs my shoulder. I jump and turn to whoever is behind me. It's Adrian.

"Sorry if I scared you," he says. "Hey, are you alright? You seemed kind of upset back there."

"I'm fine," I say. "I mean, besides the fact that I just became a tribute for the Hunger Games and found out what they do to innocent people who they think betray the Capital." His face turns grim.

"I'm sorry," he says.

"You don't have to be sorry," I say. "I volunteered. For my friend." I pull away from him and enter my room, closing the door behind me. His footsteps echo down the hall as he heads to his room. I feel kind of bad. Leaving like that was rude. I colapse onto the bed, not even bothering to take off my dress. I miss my home, with the rolling hills and beautiful pens filled with animals. I miss my mom, and siblings, Emily, and most of all, I miss my life. Why am I here? I ask myself. What have I gotten myself into? And as I drift off into sleep, I think I know the answer.

Ok, here you go! I hope you enjoyd it. I really liked writing it, but I might not have gotten Everbloom's personality right. I try. Please review and let me know what you think! : D