Hey guys! So to anyone that reads my parody, i am in total writers lock! But I will put one up veerrryyy soon! Like I'm talking i less then 24 hours. But in the mean while, enjoy chapter 22! PLEASE REVIEW! :D

-iLoveTheMellarks

We broke apart and I gave him a subtle smile. He took my hand.

"Wanna eat?" I ask him. He nods.

"Yes! I'm so hungry." He says. He walks over to the food and buys 3 cheese burgers. I make my way back to Haymitch.

"I guess he did wanna see you." Says Haymitch making me blush. Colby walks over to our table and sits next to me. He has no food compared to what I'm eating.

"I feel fat." I say holding my stomach. Haymitch and Colby look at eachother an laugh.

"Sweetheart, you can see your ribs through your shirt. You could gain a couple of pounds." Haymitch tells me circling his own belly. I smile and take another bite of my pizza. Haymitch hasn't cleaned up the soda yet (no surprise there) so he's going to get it from Effie later.

"Haymitch, why are you sober?" ask Colby and Haymitch smirks.

"Because apparently I can get in big trouble for being drunk in a hospital, which is why I'm going to leave soon." He says in whisper. I nod my head. That's typical Haymitch.

"Which is when?" I ask, sounding somewhat anxious. He raises his eyebrows.

"I don't know. Whenever your mom says I can. She's the boss." I laugh knowing that it's true that he can only leave when my mom says he can. Or things can go bad.

"I can tell her you didn't feel good?" I suggest. He ponders this.

"Eh, no she will probably think it was because I was drinking."

"But you weren't. I'll tell her that too."

"Why are you so eager to get rid of me, sweetheart?" He asks with a innocent look. I was implying that I want alone time with Colby. " Ah-ha. I get it. Okay, well I'm just going to go 'not feel good' at home." He says with a wink. I mouth the words 'thank you.'

Finally, Haymitch leaves and it's just me and Colby at the table. "So, how's your leg?" I ask.

"Better. They said I'll only have the cast for about 2 months." He tells me. That is not bad for a stab wound.

"Really? That's great!"

"I know right? I hope it comes out okay. The surgery hurt a lot." He says. I frown and then change the conversation.

"Well, my dad said we can possibly go home tomorrow." I say with a smile. But not to excitedly because we both know what going back to twelve means. School.

He lets a out a small smile. "I really don't wanna go back to school." He tells me. "We are going to be bombarded with questions that we don't the answer too. And people will start questioning about us." He says.

"Yeah, it's going to be hard, but we will do it together. If we can get through the hunger games together we can get through school." I say with a smile. He smiles back and throws away his burger wrappers.

"Yeah…I bet you didn't notice but I'm in," he thinks for a few moments, "four of your classes."

"I did too notice!" I tell him. I didn't really. I just didn't want to make him feel bad.

"Yeah, sure." He says sarcastically. "I was also in your, kindergarten, 2nd, 3rd, and 5th grade class." I'm sure I knew at some point in my life, I just don't remember. But I did remember one thing!

"I vividly remember that in 5th grade, I dropped my lunch in the middle of the cafeteria, and you were the only one to help me pick it up. And then, you gave me half of yours so I wouldn't have to pay again." I tell him with a big smile. He smiles back and then flips his hair and messes it up with his hand. I've noticed that that's what he does when he blushes or gets nervous. I think it's adorable.

"Can I ask you a personal question?" I ask.

"Sure, shoot."

"How did your friend die?" I ask. I remember him telling me in the games that his best friend died and that's why he was sort of anti-social. The look on his face goes straight and I noticed that that may been a little too personal. But he shares anyway.

"He um…when they were rebuilding district twelve, you remember when that building crashed down?" he asks. I nod. "And you remember how on the news they were saying how 3 unlucky kids were caught under it?" I didn't respond for a while. I didn't need to here anymore. I wanted to ask him what happened to his family, but it didn't seem like the right moment.

"I'm so sorry." I tell him. He lets out a deep breath.

"It okay. I miss him a lot. But there was nothing anyone could've done to stop it." He says looking at me. I change the subject.

"Okay, well I'm done. I'm going to call my dad and ask if we can go home tomorrow." I say standing up from my chair. He nods his head. I go outside the cafeteria so it is quieter. Then I call Dad and the phone begins to ring.

"Dad?"

"Hey Capri! Good news, we can leave tonight!" He tells me. I smile at the thought of going home.

"Really? Awesome! Colby too?" I ask.

"Yeah. His uncle is here with us right now."

"Okay, but when's my trial?" I ask in a whisper.

"Next Monday." So, that's in exactly one week.

"Okay…well me and Colby will head back up to our rooms in a little bit." I say softly. "Love you."

"Love you too, sweetie. Meet you back at room." Then the call ended. I head back to tell Colby the good news.

"Colby, guess what? We can go home tonight!" I tell him anxiously. He smiles.

"Great!" He says. He hugs me. Even though we know we will have to face the torture that a waits us in school.

That night…

"Ready to go?" asks Mom.

"Yeah." I say. We meet up with Colby and his uncle. His uncle doesn't look to loving but he shakes my hand. He told me to call him Mr. Anderson .

We hop on the train and we are off to district twelve. The place where I grew up. The place where I call home. The place that caused my parents pain. The place that I love anyway. And that is all about to change. Because the privacy and joy I got from my district is now gone. Along with the girl I used to be. Shy, vulnerable, and scared of the world. But the Hunger Games has taught me I am much more then that. I am simply terrified.

"Okay! So, let us all get settled in our rooms!" says Effie. Haymitch looks at her and I smirk. "Alright, so The Mellarks are in 2B. The Anderson's are in 5B. And The Monroe's are in 9B." says Effie. Monroes? Who are th- oh. Is that Alessias family?

"Who are the Monroes?" I whisper to Mom.

"Alessias family." She tells me. Why would she be coming to district 12? I'll ask Alessia later if she isn't in the mood to kill me.

We walk to our rooms and I plop on a bed and try to rest my eyes. But I was sleeping for a while in the hospital so I am wide awake now. I decide to go to the common room.

"I'll be in the common room." I tell my Dad because my mom is in the shower. I walk out and immediately sense someone is watching me. I look behind me and nothing is there. So I continue. I get that awkward feeling again. But I shake it off and walk on forward.

My steps make light sounds against the wood hallway. But then I hear a creek behind me. I turn back but before I can make any defense, Alessia corners me.

"Hey, Capri. Long time, no see. Way to go, by the way. The capitol officially hates all of us now." She says sarcastically.

"No. They hate me."

"If only that were true. Once one of us screws up, the Capitol gets angry. SO they need more then one person to take it out on. So they take it out on anyone in the scene."

"You weren't even there. They can't possibly get mad at you." I say trying to get her not to kill me. She ponders this.

"I guess you're right. Whatever, that just means they will take it twice as much on Colby." She says walking away.

"Wait! What do you mean?" SH eturns around.

"There first step for punishment is to get rid of everyone…close to you." She says implying Colby.

"That's a lie." I said swallowing.

"Okay. Think what you want. But since I was a career, I was told this stuff day and night. Even ask matt- oh wait. You can't." she says with a creepy smile.

"Why are you here? On this train?" I ask angrily.

"Oh, you didn't hear? I'm moving to district twelve." She says. My insides turn making me want to vomit all over her pretty little evil face.

"Why?" I ask in a shaky voice.

"My mom got a job transfer in her entrepreneur business." This can't be happening. She will ruin my life. "I just want you to know Capri, that the games aren't actually over between us."

These words send shrivels down my spine. "What do mean? It's not like you can kill me."

"Ah-ha. Now that's where you wrong. Since we will be going to the same school, I plan to make your life a living hell. Destroying every bit of you."

"Who says I can't do the same? You will be the new girl so it should be easy to mess with you." I tell her. She laughs.

"Yes. But I am a victor." She says. She's right. Young victors are praised in school. We are not officially considered 'victors'. But to other people we are. "And I am not going to mess with you. I am going ruin you." She says

"How exactly do you plan to do that?" I ask in still a shaky voice.

"I have something in mind. I know of something that if you didn't have it…you'd suffer. Or someone." I am officially terrified.