I AM SORRY FOR THE WAIT! I have not had any motivation for continuing for a long, long time. It is sad xD. I will set this up. Just to see if people care still at all. Most likely not. lol.

Andre Sanchez- 15- District 12

I am going to die first! No! No!

A lot of commotion comes out after me.

Mica Parker- 12- District 12

I stumble around a bit. I can see a tiny bit better. That is all the game makers would give me. Honestly, seeing the world a bit is so... nice! I guess it is weird, since I know I am going to die anyway. I just sigh and sit down. I don't even bother to train. If my death is pretty much certain, why would I bother even trying? Exactly.

Rachael Smith- 18- District 8

I try to ignore everyone around me. It does not matter who it is. The careers, the young ones, Terry. I just focus on the gleaming knife, the sun shining through the windows. I feel like knives will help me a lot in the long run. They appear the most out of every weapon, so for an outlier, like me, it would be foolish to not try and use knives. I look over at Artemis at the snares station, and Cindra at the fire station, and I sigh. If they focus on useless skills like this, they will surely die! Not that I will tell them this, because I will be going home, not them.

I feel like I am more skilled than a lot of the other tributes so far. Especially the young people like the boy from 4. Most notably for me, Terry. He is such an idiot. He is way too "hippy". It bothers me to no end. He seems fake in a way with his attitude. Speaking of him, he is just sitting down, painting himself. That will help so much.

His camouflage will not work.

I feel a girl tugging on my leg, and I look down to see helpless old Mica.

"What do you want?' I sigh.

"An alliance... as a last resort." Wait... how did she know I said that? Is this a plothole?

"No." All she could have been good for was being a meat shield.

I shove her off of me, and I continue to throw knives. I wonder who it will symbolize? Mica, the careers, Terry...

Why does it even matter to me. I see Milo and Artemis walk up to me, and I roll my eyes. So much for the focus part. "Hello, Rachael, is it?" Milo asks, slightly shaking. Weakness right there... am I judging too harshly?

"Yes." I say dryly. Let me guess, an alliance offer?

"Want to join up with us and form an alliance?" Artemis asks.

"No." I say. They glance at each other, bother on their faces, and just walk off silently. Why does everyone want to ally with me anyway? I don't really want to, but whatever. I just throw knives until I hear a loud scream.

Wyatt Laysen- 17- District 5

"BE MY ALLY, FRIENDS!" I scream. WHY WON'T THEY LISTEN! AHHHH. I WILL SCREAM FOREVER!

I hear some bitch muttering under her about how dumb I am. BUT I AM NOT DUMB OMG.

I run over to slap District 2 Female. She shoves me over. AAAAAHH.

I get up, and I feel a tap on my shoulder. GERMS. AHHHHHHHH.

I see poop boy- District 11 Male- Glare at me. I instantly get uneasy.

"Your districts male killers my brother last year. You will pay. Enjoy your last days little brat."

AHHHHH. YAY DISTRICT 10!

"HI HORE!" I yell. "WANNA BE ALLIES?".

"YES!" she yells back.

Artemis Grace- 14- District 9 Female

Milo and I got advice from Ceres. Try to make alliance. She did last year, and it worked out well for her. Well, that is what she said. I don't really agree with that. Her alliance broke before single digits, and 11 chick nearly beat her. It is sad to be rude about it, but whatever.

"So, what now?" Milo asks me. "We need to expand our alliance."

"Yes, I know that. We need to find a trustworthy partner..." I mutter at the end. I have trained in more of the "survival" types of stuff. I lived on the streets, those things are what is going to save me. Sure, I am good with a bow and knife, but a bow is unlikely to appear, and knives are better for others... I am outclassed. I am a 14-year-old random girl from 9.

But... Ceres was a random girl from nine as well.

I glance over and see the pair from seven. Dakota and Holley. "Milo. Should we ask them?" They seem like nice enough people.

"Sure." Milo says. We walk over to them, and they turn around. "Need anything?" Dakota asks.

"Yes." I reply. "How would you like to ally with us."

"...ok!" They both say in unison.

Now, we have an alliance!

Emilio Succor- 18- District 2 Male

I watch the actual career pack. Juno and Othello are competing against each other on who can kill the most dummies. Juno wins by 3. She pumps her fists and cheers, while Othello groans, mentioning how little honor that had... shut the hell up about honor!

Kendall growls at me, points at the dummy, and throws the trident her chest. Oh dear, so scary. I roll my eyes. I hate my father. He is the reason I am here to die. I smile happily when I remind myself of the time where he got shot in the chest. I sink back a little where I sit, and I question my sanity... would any other kid be happy their father got shot by a peacekeeper? I groan, and Juno growls at me. Athena just rolls her eyes at Juno.

"You should have stayed with us, in the career pack." Juno spits out at me.

"Tsk, Tsk, Tsk. No honor at all." Othello has, knocking a dummies head straight off, and it falls beside my feet. "You will never be as good as us. Six girl is better than you. That is why she is with our pack!"

"Poor her." I say, flicking Othello. This gets results. He yells at me, and the peacekeepers separate us. So rude, making me get out of my damn chair.

"Lunch break!" an employee says, and we all trudge along to lunch. I go and sit down to a table without many people, and the young boy from four sits next to me. "Are you in the career pack?" he asks me.

"No." I say with a tone. "Why would I? I shouldn't even be here right now... urgh!"

"I know, me too." he says. "But... I'm not scared to fight, even if it kills me." He gives off the impression of being a rebel, and I chuckle. "What is your name?"

"Sailor." he replies.

"Slightly generic." I comment. He frowns slightly, and then rolls his eyes.

"Who cares." he says.

"I don't really, it was just an observation." I say to Sailor. "Want to be in an alliance?"

"I don't see why not."

Dayta Anode- 15- District 3 Female

I eat lunch with the girl from five, and Tesla. I get that five girl's name is Cindra. Nice. I feel like the odd one out here, because Tesla and Cindra are talking to each other. I know Tesla has a high level of intelligence, and Cindra seems to also have that. I just eat. This bacon is really good.

I think about my training... I don't stand much of a chance, do I? I just hope to last longer that last time's District 3 Female. 24th place... that must suck.

I just walk away, while Cindra follows me.

"What are you doing next?" she asks in her intelligent voice.

"I guess I will look at poisonous bugs and insects." I say.

"Oh, I was going there as well." she says.

"Oh cool, no way I will die to poison."

Wheel Jammer- 16- District 6 Male

Lunch is dismissed, and we all run over to the station we want. Some faster than others. I look sadly at my district partner... she is dead. She is a member of the careers. She is the bottom rung of the group. It is something I cannot control. I repeat this until I stop thinking about it.

I see the pair from 7 work with axes, and they do well.

I notice the girl from 11, shooting a bow by herself. I walk up to her.

"Hi... Elesa, was it?" I ask.

"Yes..." was her timid reply.

"You are good with a bow and arrow." I note. She looks up to me and weakly smiles.

"Thank you." she says. She may not be used to praise. "Can you show me?"

We then spend the rest of the day training on the bow together. She seems to be shy, but we had a nice conversation. It is time for dismissal.

I finally did it everyone. This damn chapter is out after a year! YAY!

Questions:

1- Did you forget about this.

2- Will you kill me

3- Are you READY TO RUMMMMMMBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!