Amber and I walk to school in silence. When we get there, we split up.

I walk in and my schoolmates part, letting me through. I hear echoes of people saying things like "I'm sorry." A few people pat me on the back.

I nod politely but keep my eyes on the floor.

I sit down in my first class.

"Hello, everyone." Mrs. Kilos says cheerily. "Hope you had a great weekend."

How can she say that?

Anger boils inside me but I turn away.

I don't pay attention.

I go to my next class, my annoyance gone. Sadness replaces it.

I sit down. Jake sits next to me. Another of my schoolmates. He's not really a friend.

Instead of participating, I think about Kailey. How long will she last?

It doesn't matter how long she lasts if she's going to die.

That's when I realize I'm crying.

"Mrs. Brunge," Jake raises his hand. Mrs. Brunge walks over.

I'm a little embarrassed that I'm crying in front of my classmates but I couldn't care less.

"Keep under control." Mrs. Brunge tells the class, leading me out into the hall.

After I calm down, she asks, "Would you like to go home?"

I shake my head. "I'm fine."

"Your sister went home about an hour ago."

I go back to class.

At lunch they bring up a screen. They're showing the tributes in the Training Center.

I see many tributes fighting dummies or pixilated tributes in a caged-in room.

Finally I see Kailey throwing a knife at a dummy. She misses, as does the girl next to her. They both laugh and try again. The boy on Kailey's other side looks at them with a disgusted look on his face.

When the school day is over I wait for most of the students to leave before grabbing my things and walking out of the building.

"Kembrith," someone behind me calls quietly.

Mirlu.

I turn. "Oh, hi Mirlu." I say quietly.

"I'm really sorry about your sister."

Now what do I say? 'It's okay?' No I can't, because it's not.

I nod. "I guess I'd better get home."

"Where's Amber?" Mirlu asks.

"She went home early."

"I see." Mirlu nods. "See you tomorrow, Kembrith!"

I wave and climb onto a nearby roof.

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8 spaces, remember! 3 girls and 5 boys.

Please send in tributes. (Sorry, Mintysplash, but you've already sent in 9 tributes. I think that's my limit :()