IMPORTANT A/N!

Um, hi there. How's it going? Enjoying life? Where have I been? Um... hiding.

But it's not my fault! It's, like... okay, yeah it is. I was going through a writing slump, where, no matter what I tried to write, I just couldn't. Fanfics? No. New novels? No. Even editing my finished novel? No! I was just sick of staring at a Word Document I guess. But, I think it's over, which is good because it is almost November.

You guys know what that means, right? It means NaNoWriMo. It means that I'm writing 30,000 words in one month (I'm not ready for 50,000 yet). It means that I'm officially going to have no time. You guys should totally do it and friend me! (I have the same username there)

So while I will appreciate your "When are you going to update" and "Update soon" messages, if it doesn't happen this week, it's probably not going to until... December. SORRY!

Ok, getting to Jabberjay... the plot is really starting to pick up now, and that was another reason this took so long. I had help from junbug24 to pick which plotline to follow, and I'm hoping I chose the right one!

Hope you guys like it!

President Coin and one of the guards led me out of the cell. I followed them blindly, wondering what kind of surgery they had had done on their eyes to allow them to see in this kind of darkness. After shuffling down a long hallway, I was brought into a room full of light, with 2 large chairs in it. Coin sat down in one, so I sat in the other. It sunk around me, almost too comfortable.

"How have your accommodations been?" she asked. She picked up a notepad and put it on her lap, but didn't write anything down. She held the pen and twirled it between her fingers.

I snorted. "Beautiful. I doubt I would have had as nice a jail cell anywhere else."

Coin acted as if my comment had been dead serious.

We sat there silently for a moment.

Finally I sighed. "Okay, what's your evidence?"

"Excuse me?" Coin asked, her thin lips turning down at the corners.

"What makes you think that we are spies?"

"This," Coin announced, turning her notebook around. In it was a detailed copy of the cover of Mockingjay. It had the large Mockingjay symbol on it, the brilliant mix of blues, the author's name. It was perfect, right down to the "New York Times Bestselling Author" label above Suzanne Collins' name.

"Ah."

They found my book.

"Have you read it?" I questioned.

"I can't answer that question. But I'm entitled to ask you the same thing."

I looked at her carefully. "No," I told her. "I haven't gotten a chance to yet."

Coin nodded, but she showed no pleasure in being right about us knowing something we shouldn't. "Care to explain?"

"We aren't from the Capitol," I assured her.

She waited for more of an explanation.

"You see, we are from a whole other world, one where all of this is… well, a book." I took a deep breath and crossed my legs. "In our world, the Hunger Games are all a big fantasy, set in the future even. I'm from North America – the United States to be exact."

Coin nodded once again.

"Do you believe me?" I asked desperately.

Coin drummed her fingers against her notebook a few times and then looked up at me. "I think I do. I just don't know how it's possible."

"Me neither."

Coin paused for a moment. "Do you know how the war is going to end?" Her voice lacked some of its usual power, and she almost sounded normal and pained.

"No. I didn't read the book yet." And I guessed that she hadn't either. She probably had people sitting in some other room speed-reading.

Coin cleared her throat. "As I said, we don't know how any of this happened. But we are going to try and figure out."

The way she said it… it scared me. I didn't know what she was talking about.

But I was definitely right to be scared.

Because the next thing I knew, there were guards around me, restraining me. One was carrying a very long needle.

"You'll be very helpful to us, Lana," President Coin said.

The needle went into my arms, but I barely even felt it.

I wanted to ask her how she knew my real name, but suddenly I felt extremely dizzy, like I had been spun around to play Pin the Tail on the Donkey. Only now, someone had set off a smoke-bomb of some sort, so when I tried to open my eyes, even when I took off the blindfold, I couldn't see anything. Everything was confusing.

After the fog started to clear up a little bit, I couldn't remember anything. I couldn't remember who I was. Where I was. Where I had come from. Who was with me.

And most importantly, what the hell was I doing here?

Confused? Do you know what's going on or are you dying from suspense? Or does it bore you. I dare you to send me a review guessing what's happening. I double dog dare you (can't refuse those)

Please tell me how I can improve and what I'm doing right!

~writergal24