heyyy. i had 30 minutes, so i wrote a little. Yes i know it is short, and i am soooooo sorry. This was all i had time to write.

it is short but it is very important! (kinda, i dont know.)

This is train ride number 2! yayyyyy.

I will try to update again this week, hopefully. depending on my homework.

thank you all again soooooo much for all your support and love.

You mean the world to me.

Please review!

I WOULD ALSO LIKE TO DEDICATE THIS CHAPTER TO THE SANDY HOOK CHILDREN AND ADULTS WHO LOST THEIR LIVES ON FRIDAY DECEMBER 14, 2012.

REST IN PEACE EVERYONE. YOU WILL ALWAYS BE LOVED AND REMEMBERED.

PLEASE KEEP EVERYONE IN YOUR HEARTS AND PRAYERS IN THIS TERRIBLE TIME.

Parker Szerio

District 2- female

Age 17

I board the train with all my confidence on my sleeve, wanting everyone to know that I am ready for these games. I have been waiting for these games all my life. I trained my but off, 7 days a week to be able to volunteer, everyday of the year I had hard core training. Between the throwing axes at the targets and my running for agility and my hand and hand combat skills, I am a deadly weapon for anyone who stands in my way.

The train district 2 was assigned was mediocre and it wasn't anything like my house. My father is the mayor of our district, so we were never short of any money and I was given anything I wanted. I was honestly spoiled and I know it, my mother was not approving of my father spoiling me, but she doesn't have a say because my father is the mayor and has all the power in their relationship.

I walk through the tedious dining cart and look at all the food. The food is amazing, even for me, who has as much food as I want and have tried all different types of food. The food that entices me the most is this thing called an éclair, with its chocolate frosting draped elegantly over its delicious sponge-like cake. My mouth waters just looking at it and I lift the glass lid off of the platinum plate. My fingers find the creamy heaven and it dissolves in my mouth with only a couple bites. I only get to eat éclairs on my birthday once a year, so eating one not on my birthday is a real treat for me.

I find the entertainment cart next and see they have a small flat screen. For a poor person in district 2 it would be huge, but once again, I just find it mediocre. I grab the remote control from the coffee table and I scroll through the channels. After a few moments I find the re-airing of the reapings.

I see district 1's tributes, both the male and female look deadly and would kill anyone one the site with their look of determination. District 2, well that's me, I see me walk up on the stage with my head held high and the look of proud determination painted all over my face. The other male tribute for my district looks strong-minded as well. I hear a cough behind me and I turn around to see him.

"You're watching the reapings?" his voice was deep and demanding. He was wearing a tight grey tee shirt that cuts off right at his muscular shoulder, so all his arm was exposed. His muscles were so big and I knew he was going to be hard to kill; so the only other option was that we would have a truce and not kill each other. But how I am going to do that? I have no idea how I would be able to manage it.

"Yeah, I'm on district 3 now." I say back to him in response; then he sits down next to me.

I start to think about how I could manipulate him to get viewers. I could flirt with him and have the support of the viewers. He could have a girl friend too, but I don't care as long as I get to live. At this thought I move closer to him, close enough where our legs and arms were touching. He looks at me and I stare deep into his eyes. His eyes were the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen, the intense blue of his iris is almost blinding. I lean in like I was about to kiss him and whisper to him "We could make a good team; you and me together could be unstoppable."

I get up and walk away quick enough so he doesn't have time to respond to my statement. After I am out of the room, I look back in just for a second and I see him looking down on the couch as if he was thinking. 'Good. Now he is going to think about me, but next time I am going to have try harder if I want my plan to work.' I think to myself as I walk back to my room.

ONCE AGAIN PLEASE KEEP THE SANDY HOOK VICTIMS IN YOU HEARTS AND PRAYERS.

If you put a coin in an empty bottle and insert a cork into the neck of the bottle, how could you remove the coin without taking the cork out or breaking the bottle? - 15 points