A/N Sorry that I haven't posted anything in a few days; I've been busy rewriting All I Can Do, because I was really unhappy with some parts. The entire things will be overhauled, and some details will be changed or added. I haven't posted the new version, though. Anyway the poll is closing exactly 24 hours after this chapter is posted, so this is your last chance to vote.

Please review! It really encourages me to keep going.

Coil Ampar (17), District Five

I sit in a overly-soft couch across from my mentor, Aaran. He, deep in thought, rubs his chin. I've been here too long; I want to look at the clock on the wall behind me, but I can't bring myself to. Aaran keeps looking at me, and it's making me nervous. It almost feels as if he'll put a knife to my throat the moment I'm not looking. Now that I think about it, I think he did that to his own ally on Day Two of his games. Man, I'm going to have to be careful with allies.

"What are you doing?" I ask impatiently.

"Watching you," he replies.

"Um, okay?"

"Yeah."

"Can you stop watching me and give me some advice?"

He gives off an exasperated sigh. "How on earth am I supposed to give you advice if I don't know what you're like? Advice that doesn't fit you is better than no advice at all!"

"So are you done watching me?"

"Fine. Then I'll ask questions and you answer. Okay?"

"Okay."

"So let's say you're in a cave with two entrances, each on opposite sides of the cave, and a Career is coming through the big entrance. The other one is only large enough for one person at a time and you're with Aerial, your district partner. You only have enough time for one person to get out before the Career is upon you. What do you do?"

"What kind of a question is that?" I ask.

"A question. Just answer it."

"Um, which Career is chasing me? Do I have a weapon?"

"Let's say you don't know which one is coming."

"Then I'd dash out, pull my supplies out behind me, and run like heck."

"But what about Aerial?" he asks.

"If I can't save her too, then I'll just let her die. I don't really have much of a choice."

He looks at me in shock, and for a second, I'm afraid I said something wrong. But then, a big smile spreads across his face.

"I was just testing ya," he says, "I can work with you. Let's start."

I let out a sigh of relief. Now we're finally getting somewhere.

Durian Flowers (13), District Eleven

Take a shower, she said. Poor district kids, she said. You should feel privileged, she said. Oh whatever. I'll take a shower, just so I can eat dinner. I guess I could be pitied, but I will not feel privileged to go die. Then again, death doesn't feel too bad. I just hope I die quickly and painlessly. I pick out some clothes and go in the bathroom. I see a note with the words "How to use the shower." Okay, this shouldn't be too hard.

"Step 1: Undress."

Okay...

"Step 2: Turn the metal knob until the water is the correct temperature."

They have more than one temperature? Why not give it a try, I guess. I step in and turn the knob as far as it will go. Really hot water comes out, and I jump out of the tub. Okay, I didn't expect that. I fiddle with it until the water feels okay.

"Step 3: Push the little button beside the knob."

I push it, and water starts coming down from above. It's like rain, but warmer and more comfortable! I sigh happily and ignore the rest of the list. Not like I'd understand what all those fancy words are.

Where was I? Oh yeah, dinner. I quickly put on my clothes and find the dining car. Sunnoria gets here minutes after I do, and piles and piles of food are brought to the table! I've never seen or even dreamed about this much food! Without hesitation, we dig in.

Ellery Hollis (14), District Seven

I sit at the table, not hungry. All I can think about is how Allon probably sat here two years ago. Yvonne, one of the mentors, looks at me.

"Are you okay?" she says.

"I'm fine," I mumble.

"Eat some food," Maximilian says, "Gaining some weight before the arena won't hurt."

I cringe, remembering how Allon said something about gaining weight in his interview.

"Are you sure you're fine?" Yvone prods.

"Yes."

Even Magnolia, sitting beside me, tries to put some food on my plate, but I wave her away. I can't stand everyone watching me. Eventually, it gets too much, and I get out of !my chair and run out of the room. Need. Somewhere. Secluded.

I find myself in a little storage room, and I look out the window at the dark landscape. Why am I here? How unlucky can I get? Will I destroy everyone around me? Alone, I let out all my confusion and pain in my tears. I sob for the first time since Allon's death. I just can't keep it together anymore. I've spent too much time locking away this pain, and now it's spilling out. I sob and sob, knowing that no one hears me. Slowly, I begin to feel better, and it's almost as if a huge burden was taken off.

"Ellery? Ellery!" I hear Yvone call. The door opens and the lights go on.

"There you are!" she says, sitting down beside me, "What's wrong? I've been all over looking for you. You know I'm always here for you."

"My last names is Hollis. Got it now?"

"Hollis? Wait, oh..."

She sits beside me, and spontaneously, she puts her arm around my shoulders.

"Look, Ellery, I'm here for you. If you need anything, tell me. I know what it feels to lose my loved ones too."

I look up into her kind face.

"Really?"

"Really."

I stand up, feeling much better, and I realize how hungry I am. Time to go back to dinner.