I'm sorry. it's a little slow again :/ and I didn't like writing this one, but next is the opening ceremonies: ). Hope you like the chapter anyway. And please review!

This Is Our Mentor?

This room is like nothing I have seen before. Velvet and marble from ceiling to floor. Everything in this room must cost more that I can ever make. Even the small lamps on the side table, would take me a years to afford something like that. I am sitting on the plush light purple couch when Rane rushes in the room.

"Mato.." she says with tears running down her face. We hug and stay there for what seems like 10 minutes before she breaks us apart. "you can come back, both of you. You have to Mato."

"I will make sure she comes back."

"Mato both of you can make it out. 2 tributes can win."

"I.. I just don't know, 22 of us will have to die."

"Try! For me. For Immy. For your mom, you know thats what she would want Mato."

"I will, I promise you," then the peace keeper comes in and tells us time is up.

Rane hugs me a final time and leaves a box in my hands. "take this, it was your mom's," then she left with the peace keeper. I untie the string from the box and what was inside shocks me. It was my mom's silver ring the has been passed down through our family. Its old so the it doesn't shine that much anymore, but at least I have something from home. It more then I could have asked Rane to bring me. It takes me minute to calm myself from crying, but I do. All I do is I put it onto my index finger and play with it to keep my mind off of what is going on and wait.

15-20 minutes pass before I am called out of the room and taken to a car. It takes us 5 minutes before we get to the train station. There are cameras everywhere and Immy hasn't stopped crying since we left the Justice building. So I rub her back and tell her everything was going to be ok and that calms her a bit. As We get out of the car and start making our way to the train, I put a protective arm around Immy to show the them I am not here to play a game, I am here to get my sister to win.

Flashes going off, cameras rolling, and news reporters asking 20 different questions that Immy and I just ignore. Everyone is trying to get our attention, but I am not even going to glance at them. The only thing in my head right now is to look strong. We get onto the train and the doors close behind us. Janer takes us and shows us to our rooms. Once we get to mine he tells me to put on whatever I like and that we will have dinner in about an hour.

I go into the bathroom to take a shower and there is a panel of a hundred different buttons that control everything you can think of. I choose a nice hot shower with a spring scent and a wallpaper image of a nice green forest that transformed the bathroom. I can get use to this shower thing, I feel super clean. When I step out, and air current from all directions dries me. I walk to the dresser in my room and find some underwear, a lose white shirt, and lose black shorts. I also put my mom's ring back on so I don't lose it.

I make my way to the dinning room where Immy and I am suppose to meet Janer and probably someone who will mentor us. With all the victors dead from the last uprising how are we suppose to be mentored? Knowing the capital they will send some capital shmuck that tells Immy and I to go out into blood bath because it would be entertaining. Anyway, I am the first in the dinning room so I ask the avox if it would be fine if I serve myself and he nods.

I grab a plate of some lamb with a red sauce around it, a soup with some potatoes, tomatoes, and some fish, and an assortment of the different district breads. This all taste so amazing. Janer and Immy arive at the same time and after Immy grabs some food we all finally sit down.

"So.." I begin. "How does this mentoring thing work for us?"

"Oh right. So before I or any of the other escorts could get this job, we had to go through a class on hunger game mentors. You see, its so we can help our tributes throughout the games. Isn't it lovely? I'll be your escort and your mentor!" Immy and I just stare at him, "So.." he opens a small note book. "lets begin with.. Strategies! That it. Do either of you have any special skills I should know of?"

".. Well I use to work in the butchery and got handy with a knife. And Imma and I would run 5 miles every day back at home."

Imma speaks up, "Don't forget about some of the knots you learned at the butchery."

"Oh yeah, they shown me a couple basic know to hand different sizes of meat."

Janer taking notes in the notebook, "ok nice! Now for how you will represent yourselves. Imma you were scared during the reaping, weren't you?" she nods, "So we will play you off as the scared innocent girl and you Mato, will be the brave-protective brother. I saw that as soon as you volunteered. Sound good to the both you?" we nod. "Excellent darlings! Lets go watch the other reaping," he says as he finishes his notes.

We gather on the couch to watch the reaping from today. District 1 was first. They both volunteers and were vary muscular, the girl Vix stuck out with her red-gold eyes. Then District 2, both, again volunteered and were even more muscular then District 1. Looks like the careers are the same. Then there is us. Me volunteering to bring Immy back home. Then District 4, the only thing that stood out to me; other then they were volunteers too, was that the boy, Delvin look oddly calm going onto the stage. Then in District 7 the boy there volunteered for his little brother. Then in district 10, there was a 12 year old boy that was reaped. Other then that none of the others stood out to me.

"Alright my darlings time for bed, we'll be in the Capital at 6 and I want you to have a good nights rest." Janer says genuinely. Maybe he won't be so bad after all. I take Immy to her room and tuck her in like I usually would.

"Sleep tight, I'll be right down the hall if you need me," she nods. "Did your friends come and say goodbye today?"

"Mhm," she lifts her arm. There's a blue and pink hand made bracelet on her wrist. " my friend Aria gave me this today. She said she made it a while ago and was waiting for my birthday," a tear falls from her face.

"That's pretty! She did a good job on it," I rub the ear from her face.

"Yeah, can you tell me a story about mom again?"

"Of course," I tell her about the time when I was 7 and mom bought us a new kitten. Then over the next year it got really fat and mom thought it was what we were feeding it, but it ended up being pregnant. The cat gave birth on my bed and we had to throw it away. Then me, mom and baby Immy all had to share mom's bed. Mom didn't want something like that to happen again so she sold all the kittens and our cat.

By the time I am finished, Immy is asleep. I kiss her forehead and head out of her room. Before I go into my room there is someone I need to talk to first. Janer. I find him in the dinning room still watching recaps and the hosts talk about the different tributes and taking more notes. "Janer?"

"Oh, Mato. I thought you went to bed."

"No, I just put Immy to bed. There's something I want to talk to you about."

"Yes, what is it?" by his tone maybe he does care somewhat about me and Immy.

"Its about Immy. I want you to focus on getting her out of the arena alive. I mean ill stay alive as long as I can to protect her, but just in case something happens I need you to focus on getter her out."

He thinks about this for a minute, "Of course I will do that for you! I'm not worried though, with both of you I bet I could get even more sponsors, but if I came down to it, I wouldn't give up."

"Thanks, Janer."

"Your welcome darling. Now off to bed, you have a big day tomorrow."

I get to my room and stare the bed. Everything from the day hits me. Anger from the reaping, sadness of my mother's ring, anxiety from the whole day, but mostly hatred. I take the closes thing to me and throw it against the wall and watch it smash into a million pieces. I'm yelling, throwing objects, and punching walls until I am tired out. I lay on my back, hands throbbing, just staring at the ceiling till I finally fall asleep.

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