Woo! I decided to do an epilogue. My good friend writergirl64 has reviewed on this story about… 13 times, so I am dedicating my chapter, to her! Enjoy

I stood in front of the massive screen. Jenna on one side of me and Beetee on the other. Tyrone and Queenie, lord I hope they do well. Tyrone, with a score of 3, and Queenie, with a score of 4. I look down to the floor, scared if the tears came tumbling down. Isaac got a score of 4.

I visit him every day. Sit by his gravestone I made especially for him, weep for hours and leave a flower. I have been doing this ever since I arrived home from the victory tour, and now, I can't see his gravestone. It's covered in flowers, not just from me, his parents, family, friends, and residents of his neighbourhood. I lived in neighbourhood 12, but I moved to neighbourhood 1 with Piper and Freya, especially for the victors of the games. Freya's family died a burglary death, both at once. I am always suspicious, but I never say anything. I learned that Isaac lived way over the other side of district 3, in neighbourhood 25. It was one windy day in January; I walked over to neighbourhood 25, and knocked on the first door I found. It belonged to a small family who hugged me when they saw me.

"Would you please tell me directions to Isaac Ballestoes house?" I ask nicely.

"Oh of course. It is 10 houses down the left street, number 20."

"Thank you." I nod and leave the doorstep.

I found his house, and his parents opened the door. They stood their emotionless, until I spoke up.

"I am planting a gravestone to remember Isaac in neighbourhood 25, in the meadow by the edge of the fence. If you would like to come, you're very welcome."

They shut the door on me. I raised my eyebrows and just as I was about to walk, they opened it again, knitted in a coat, hat and gloves. I lead the way and people just joined us. His parents explained what we were doing and everybody loved it. I ran ahead and signalled the men to place the coffin down. The capitol kept the coffins as a horrid twist, but after much whining to Jenna, she got it delivered back to district 3. My crowd of people arrived just as they were patting down the gravestone. I signalled everyone over and they placed a flower. Now it's a tradition. They always do it, and when I can't, they understand. Every Thursday, which was the day Isaac died, they all place down his favourite flower, which was a dandelion. I couldn't understand at first, because they were weeds, but after much thinking, he loved them because even though they weren't the prettiest or actually classed as a flower, they still existed.

I look up from my daydream to see Jenna talking to a capitol woman, whom I recognise as June Pearl de Meringue. I scurry over there in a desperate bid for some sponsors. "Hello Jenna." I say sweetly. I act surprised to see June there as well. "Oh hello June! I didn't notice you there!" I smile, shaking her hand.

"Oh hello Hannalise! I'm just talking to Jenna here about sponsoring Queenie. She show's much potential!" she squeals, turning back to Jenna. I roll my eyes at her accent and walk off to the sponsor room. I walk in to the district 3 area and click on the pad on the stand. I click Queenie's account and she has 220 points. In history, the tribute with the most points was Finnick Odair, who had 400. His trident cost him 150 points, and he also had women sending in food left, right and centre. He ended up using all of it, but he was perfectly fine so it was all a waste, except the trident. I clicked the back arrow on the pad and clicked on the 100th Hunger Games, my games. Isaac and I popped up on the screen and I clicked on myself. I had 315 points, and I used 75 of them. If you don't use all of your points, and if you end up being victor, you can transfer some to your tributes. I gave 120 to Tyrone and 120 to Queenie. I shut of the pad as the countdown begins. I dash out to our area and sit down next to Jenna and Beetee. Everybody else is settling down with their eyes focused on the screen. They begin to rise up out of their tubes, and Tyrone is on the complete other side of the cornucopia to Queenie, and I see her growl in frustration. She settles her eyes on a bow and arrow, her skill which she told me. Tyrone whips his head to side to side to figure out his surroundings and then he shuffles into a running position and focuses on a pack of knives which are on a crate. Hopefully he might smash open the crate and get out some food or water too. All of the other tributes seem to get in position as the countdown edges closer to 0. The careers look at each other, nodding, and Queenie nods over to her ally from district 10. I told her to ally with her, and she didn't object. She reminds me so much of Auburn, so I had to get them to ally. The female from 10 nods to Tyrone as she is in the middle of both of them. The countdown starts to get louder. I whisper at every number

10. "Come on Tyrone"

9." Come on Queenie"

8. "Get as much as you can and go."

7. "Don't let them get you."

6. "Don't die like Isaac"

5. "Run as fast as you can".

4. "You can do it"

3. "Let's get this over with."

2. "Get ready."

1." Go."

They leg it to the cornucopia. Tyrone smashes open the crate with the knives and takes a backpack from inside and the knives and runs off, swinging his pack over his back. Queenie shortly follows with the district 10 female with her bow and arrow and another backpack.

They all escape. Maybe, just maybe, we might have another victor this year.

I'm done! :( Gosh, I feel empty. Don't worry though, more stories will be up. I hope you have enjoyed it, and I'll all see you soon with my next story!