"Take your time," Jacob says kindly as I gently bring the metal circle around the device. Suddenly the buzzer rings out and I drop my head in defeat. Every few weeks we get a go of the very popular device. Our teacher calls it a steady hand game. Recently though we have had the opportunity to have a go every day as the teachers way of being nice before one of us reaped. More like abducted. And of us will definitely be reaped. In district 9 people have been having less and less kids so they aren't forced to go into the games and everyone in the school is in one school.

I watch as Jacob attempts to take the circle all the way round but it touches the wire and he is made to pass it on to the five year old girl sitting next to him. The girl embarrassingly does better than me and I'm fourteen year old. After her and a few more people we are excused from class as our teacher knows one of us will get abducted tonight and she wants to give us some free time. I say my goodbyes to my friends and we all wish each other luck for tonight.

I begin to walk my way home. My home is in the wilderness on the end of a terrace row. All the other houses were burned in what is knows as 'the grain fire'. As punishment for not supplying enough grain our old president set fire to the houses but my house survived. To get to my house I have to walk through numerous grain fields but I always share a conversation along the way. Sometimes to myself in my head where I weight out what has happened in the day and sometimes to the farmers. Today I pass Greyl Hert.

"Miller," he says as a greeting and as a sign of respect for my elder I shake his hand. He just stares at me for a bit and I know what he is thinking. He's thinking about the abduction but chooses not to mention it to me. In stead he talks of what is on his mind.

"District 9 deserves better, doesn't it?" he says in a slow and almost moving voice.

"Yeah," I say in a voice that I don't realize is too quiet for him to hear.

"We don't even get to keep this," he says pulling a few crumbs of bread out of his pocket. I sigh and begin to walk away when he grips hold of my arm. "Good luck for tonight, I'll see you tomorrow." I walk away with a smile on my face and make it to my house with a few minutes to spare before my tea is ready. A bowl of soup is placed in front of me and I lap it up like a dog before going to see what state my brother is in.

My brother has not had an easy life. At the small age of four he fell down the stairs which broke his arms and because of doctors in the Capitol refusing to fix his arms properly his arms were forced to grow into an unnatural shape where they have remained. It still pains him now to move his arms and it pains us to have to watch him try and move his arms.

"How are you?" I ask as I walk into the room.

He opens his eyes and tilts his head towards me. "I'm fine, but worried about tonight," he says closing his eyes again. I walk into his small room and stare at the cracks in the ceiling and listen to the creaks of the floorboard as I walk over to him. I pick up the closest thing to me, which turns out to be a cube with different coloured squares, and begin to play with it. I seem to waste about half an hour of what could be my last day in district 9 playing with this stupid thing and when it drops to the floor and breaks I suddenly look to Rake who has fell asleep.

After saying goodnight I make my way out of my room and back down the stairs where the rest of my family are gathered.

"Have you heard the news?" my Dad asks sounding quite depressed which signals it can't be good.

"No," I say sounding more worried than ever.

"Peacekeepers have been seen entering the district from the Capitol," my Mam buts in and begins to cry. "What if they take you Mill?" I wrap my arms around her, I feel her warmth and I want to stay like this forever.

I have to tell myself I won't get reaped tonight though because I can't. What will my family do? They'll be nothing. My Mam and Dad will grow to an old couple trying to look after a boy with deformed arms that can hardly keep awake because of all the painkillers he takes. The embrace with my Mam ends and after watching some required Capitol TV on how you are not aloud to resist the peacekeepers if they come to your house I am sent to bed with many hugs.

Before going into bed though I walk into Rake's room for the second time and his eyes flicker open and he begins to speak like he has been preparing to say this.

"You can win you know, if you go in," he says.

"No I can't. Don't kid yourself, if I go in you won't see me again," I reply quite annoyed.

"You're strong, fast. You have a chance."

"You could say that about most kids Rake. All of us have to work so we are all strong."

"But you're stronger than the others. You make me proud to be your brother."

"Thanks. Same to you. I won't get reaped so don't worry about it."

"I won't," and with that his eyes seem to close instantly and within about ten minutes faint snores can be heard from his room. I walk into mine and get ready in my dressing gown before jumping into bed with my shorts on. When I wake up, I'll be fine. I repeat this in my head until I fall into nothingness.

The nail of someone clips my forearm and I lash out instantly. This isn't happening. The man tries to put something over my head but I just scream for my Mam and Dad. I kick the peacekeeper in the chest hard enough to make him fall back and I run. I grab hold of my Mam and Dad's wrists and drag them down the stairs after me. My Dad opens the door quickly and my heart beats at an incredibly fast rate but it stop when Is ee the other peacekeeper and my Dad takes him on while I dart past into the grain fields with just my shorts on.

I run and I run and I run and for a minute I'm thinking I've got away. I sprint through field after field and make it to the town hall where spotlights begin to shine all around me. By now people are coming out of their houses and there is gun shots everywhere. I look to a woman who walks out of her house and is treated with an elbow to the face. Have I brought that on her? I freeze on the spot and stare around me until a needle inject into me and once again I'm in nothingness.

I'm chained to a chair when I wake up. I don't open my eyes at the fear of seeing... Of seeing what? What was I scared of earlier? Who were the people who protected me so valiantly? And why? Who am I? And why am I here? I manage to open my eyes and look around at my surroundings. I'm just in a white room and a person who I vaguely understand to be a peacekeeper stands in front of me.

"You are in the Capitol," he says, "You were picked for the 76th Hunger Games, and you will be thrown into the arena when the hovercraft lands. You will immediately start the fight for survival, or die. May the odds be ever in your favor." With that the man pokes me in the face with his gun and makes his way out of the room.

As soon as I hear the room being locked shut my chains collapse around me and I fill with fear. Recognition of who I am is lost. I'm lost. Whoever I am anyway. I know my name is Miller. That's about it. The words district 9 pop into my head every now and again and I want the warmth off someone I can't remember but I need to find out.

I try to put puzzles together in my head. But fail after fail I only know one thing. I'm lost.