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Day 1

CHYNA

I woke up bright and early the next morning. I looked out the window and closed my eyes.

Today.

Yes, Chyna. Today.

I flew out my room and over to the dining table, where Fletcher and Olive sat, eating breakfast. Olive was reading. Rocky was nowhere to be found.

I sat down next to Fletcher and across from Olive. I pecked Fletcher's cheek as I grabbed a cup.

"Morning," I said.

"Morning," Fletcher said.

"Morning," Olive said.

I grabbed a pitcher and poured some juice into my cup. Then I tapped my plate with my fork and some bacon, eggs, and - a bagel, I think? - flew onto my plate.

I bit into the bacon as I addressed Olive. "Any tips for us today?"

Olive looked up from her book. "I want you to memorize this," she said, gesturing to the book.

I snorted. "Yep, cuz I have an eidetic memory."

Olive shook her head and then closed her eyes.

I felt like my brain had just expanded. But maybe it was just me.

"There," Olive said, turning back to the book. "Now you have it."

Fletcher put down his spoon that he had used for the oatmeal-like substance he was eating and then got up. He pushed his chair in and then stretched. "C'mon, Chyna," he said, "Time to go to the train station."

I nodded and then turned to Olive. "I'm going to miss you so much, Olive." I gave her a tight hug. She was crying. "I know, Chyna. You'll always be the sister I never had." She knew of my plan to bring Fletcher back.

Olive let go of me and turned to Fletcher. "I know we've had rough times, but I love you. Don't ever forget that." She put a little emphasis on the 'I love you' part, but I'm sure that she meant it in a totally platonic way.

Fletcher and I flew over to the door.

As we left, my mind went back to Olive.

See you in the arena?

In the arena.

FLETCHER

Chyna and I got on the train right before it pulled out of the station.

Everyone was quiet. We were all thinking the same thing. Trust me, I read their minds. I'm going to my doom.

When the train stopped, everyone was ushered out by the escorts that were in a different car. We were in some kind of underground stop. Rocky pushed me and Chyna in rooms next to each other.

Portia was in mine, waiting for me.

"Portia!" I said, running up to her.

"Fletcher," she whispered, with tears in her eyes. Portia and I had a special bond.

She picked something up from behind her. "Here," she said, "Put this on."

After putting it on, I looked in the mirror. I was wearing green, loose, cargo pants. There was a brown shirt, and a black jacket to go over it. I was also wearing a mentor watch. Portia said it would help me keep in contact with Olive and other helpful stuff.

"1 minute," a voice said above us.

Portia dug into her pocket and then took something out. She held it out to me.

"What's this?" I asked.

She opened her hand. In the middle of her palm was a pure gold pin, with a bird in the center. The bird had a single arrow in it's mouth.

"It's a mockingjay. The one bird Melody hates."

I grinned and pinned the mockingjay onto my shirt.

"10 seconds," the voice said.

"Time to go," Portia said. Her voice cracked a bit.

I climbed into a tube in the center of the room. Then the platform I was standing on started to rise. I waved to Portia, who was trying very hard not to cry.

The platform stopped when it reached the surface.

I looked around me.

There were 24 platforms, with the tributes standing on them, surrounding a cornucopia. The cornucopia had weapons, food, and other supplies in and around it.

I looked at the scenery. Green. Green. And more green.

I looked next to me. There was Chyna, wearing the same exact thing I was, except for she had no mockingjay pin.

A timer near the cornucopia started to count down.

"60, 59, 58, 57, 56," a voice said.

I looked down. The platform was bombed. If I stepped off before the countdown, I would literally be toast.

I looked back at Chyna.

There are 2 backpacks near each other. Grab one and then fly into the trees.

Gotcha.

"21, 20, 19, 18, 17, 16," it continued.

I looked across from me. Cameron and Lexi were next to each other. They seemed to be using telepathy, too. I shut my eyes, trying to hear what they were saying.

It was way too hard.

"10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5," said the voice.

I got ready to fly.

"4, 3, 2. 1."

I started flying towards a backpack. People were everywhere, trying to get what they could. Someone reached the backpack before me. I tried to pry it off his hands when he dropped down, dead. Someone had thrown a rock at him. I looked behind me. The person was trying to throw a rock at me, too.

I saw Chyna already heading for the trees, so I grabbed the backpack and flew as high as I could.

I met up with Chyna along the way. People seemed to be having the same idea as us, so we flew away from them.

We heard the sound of several cannons. Dead. Dead. Yes, dead.

Chyna and I flew for what seemed like forever. We were thirsty, our backs hurt, and our wings were starting to become drastically slow.

Let's rest on this tree.

OK.

Chyna and I flew up to a big tree branch. We sat down and leaned against the tree.

I grabbed the backpack and unzipped it, wanting to see what was inside.

Water. Food. A flute. A paintbrush. A tent. An extra bottle. An empty case.

I looked at Chyna. She had the same thing.

I looked at my watch. Maybe Olive could help us a bit. I pressed a button on the watch, and a hologram came up of Olive.

"Olive," I croaked.

"Fletcher! You guys survived the bloodbath!"

I had no idea what she meant. Chyna spoke up.

"Where's the water, Olive?" she asked, her voice hoarse.

"There's a river near where you are," she said. "You guys can camp out there. It's a good spot, because other's will be there too."

"How is that a good spot?"

"Trust me. I'm your mentor."

I pressed the button to close the hologram and flew off the tree, the backpack rest against my back.

Chyna and I continued flying. We had decided to save the water for when we really needed it.

I looked up at the sun. It seemed like we had been flying for most of the day.

At some point, I found a familiar plant growing on a bush.

I gestured to Chyna. She looked where I was pointing.

Envy.

Let's take some.

Chyna and I stopped for a while, and then took out the empty cases from our backpacks. We filled them with as much Envy as we could. Before long, the bush was stripped. We kept going on our way.

Finally, we reached the river. Luckily, no one had found it yet.

Chyna and I decided to set up camp in the trees. It was getting dark, and no one would be likely to see us.

We took out her tent and then waved our hands over it, setting it up instantly. She went inside and threw our backpack's in, while I used some magic to conceal our tent. It was totally invisible to other people.

Chyna and I decided to get some sleep. It would come in handy.

CHYNA

I woke up to the sound of voices. I pushed off my blanket, and then woke Fletcher up.

We have visitors.

Really?

I pointed to the window, and Fletcher unzipped it.

Sure enough, there was the 'career' pack - Clove and Jack, Lexi and Cameron, and Paisley. They were huddled around a fire, cooking and eating.

I turned to Fletcher. He dug around in his pack and then brought out a flute. I shook my head.

They would notice it.

I have an idea.

Fletcher waved his hands over the flute, and musical notes flew out the end, without making a single sound.

What'd you do?

Silenced it.

He handed the flute to me. I hesitated before going over to the window. We needed Cameron with us. It was the only way.

I started playing the flute. No sound came out, but a bunch of musical notes did. The careers noticed the notes and withdrew their weapons. The notes surrounded them, and they were put in some kind of trance. I stopped playing. The trance wouldn't last long, so we needed to act quickly.

Fletcher and I got our stuff out of the tent and then took it down, stuffing it in our backpacks. We flew down the tree and over to Cameron, who was immediately taken out of the trance.

Follow us.

Chyna? Fletcher? Oh, thank GOD you're still alive.

Before we flew away, Fletcher grabbed a bow and quiver of arrows that was placed near Lexi. He waved his hands over it, making it smaller, and then put it in his backpack.


I just wanted to let everyone know that unfortunately , as of September 7th, 2012, I will be updating less often :( So, please enjoy while you can. I'll probably be updating once a week, and that would most likely be Sundays. I've got to be serious this year. My uncle really wants me to get all As, and I don't want to disappoint him.

Challenge: Next chapter (Day 2) when I get...let's see...47 reviews?

Sorry, I just need time to write the next chapter without keeping you guys waiting for no reason.

Highlights: Cameron, Chyna, and Fletcher head to a different water source, but when Lexi finds them, who will take the hate?

Try answering that! Thanks for reading, everyone!

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