Hey, so yah i know its a little confusing, but next chapter things will get cleared up.

I dont own the hunger games (sadly)

The minute I looked over the crowd of people, I knew I had no volunteers. The look of hate on the other children's faces told me that. But I didn't mind, I wanted this. I had nothing left to lose but my life, and odds were I might not even lose that, if I stuck with the right people.

The man with the third eye called for volunteers, as I predicted no one did. Sighing, he called the name of the male tribute. I young boy of thirteen walked onto the stage. I didn't even look at him; I watched the group of Eighteen-year olds, seeing who was ready to volunteer.

"Any v-"The man didn't even get to finish before a voice rose up.

"I volunteer." It yelled, and the person pushed past the crowd. As soon as I saw his face, I knew exactly who it was. Contrim Everlas, my 'brother.'

"Contrim walked onto the stage, his stance proud, he shook hands with the boy beside me and took his place. We stood silently as the mayor read the Treaty of Treason, then walked off to the justice building.

I sat alone in the visiting room, knowing no one was coming.

"So, it has been a long time since I have been in the justice building." I said to the peacemaker. He looked about 20, armed but uncertain. He raised his eyebrows at me.

"Hi I'm Kiyoshia, but everyone calls me Kiyo. What's your name" I said, after a pause I continued. "You know, no one's coming and I don't think it's a crime to talk to me because if it is, well then a lot of people would probably be arrested, but then again you know the law better than I do." I paused again, and he didn't answer but looked very afraid. "You know it's really annoying not knowing your name so I'll go with Bobbo, because it's fun to say. So what's with your life there Bobbo, enjoy keeping peace, or is not keeping peace, I can never tell. Oh now don't pull that face on me, I'm gonna die anyways, plus this room isn't bugged... Oh it his, HEY JUSTICE BUILDING HEAR THIS WHY DON"T YOU GO TO HE-"

"Shut up" snapped Bobbo. I turned my eyes and looked him up and down. He shrunk back into the wall.

"Pardon me" I said in my most lethal voice.

"I said, please be quiet." Bobbo said in a weak voice. I nodded my head got up and stretched my legs.

"Hey Bobbo, you mind if I lay on the floor like I'm dead, see how many people we can fool. We can even get fake blood, just give them a scare." I asked lightly, pulling a bottle of red dye out of my pocket.

Just as Bobbo shook his head, the door opened.

"Time to go Sweetheart" said a peacekeeper; he looked at Bobbo, who had manned up in front of his comrades. "Coming there Robert." I took one look at Bobbo, opened my mouth and howled with laughter, every peacekeeper looking at me like I was insane.

Maybe I am, I thought, following the men to the train.

Once aboard, I immediately turned it into my mission to find out TEG (third-eyed guy)'s name. I couldn't keep calling him TEG, it would look suspicious. I asked the servants who showed me the room, I asked the cooks, my mentors, Hell, and I even asked Contrim, no luck. Finally at dinner I sat in the room with Kiely, a sly, cunning women who would serve as my mentor, Bush, I really muscular 20-yearold who was working with Contrim, Contrim and TEG, who I still had no idea what his name was.

"So what kind of weapon do you prefer?" Kiely asked me, "Knife, axe, maces?"

I laughed nervously, "Umm, Knives I guess. I've gotten pretty good at throwing them around the kitchen."

Contrim, hearing this, pulled out of his conversation and looked at me amazed.

"That's where those holes came from?" he asked, stunned. I smiled mischievously at him.

"Now, let's not throw knives here alright Kiyoshia" TEG said in a very uptight voice.

"Call me Kiyo" I said sweetly.

"Kiyo" bush said in a deep grumbling voice, "what kind of name is that"

"I don't know Bush, it's been passed down through centuries in my family, and now if I die in these games, I'll never get to have my own daughter named Kiyo, and the line will end. Kiyo's have been around forever, and you chose to insult my heritage. What if I told you that Bush was stupid, or better yet, all you live for is stupid?" I broke off in tears. I ducked my head to hide my smile, as Bush seemed lost for words.

"I'm sorry Miss; I didn't know how much a name meant." Bush stammered, confused. I count hold it any longer I burst out laughing.

"You. People. Are .too. Easy. To. Fool.' I said stammered between breaths. Then I caught my composure and sat up.

"Now wasn't that pleasant" TEG smiled, let's go watch the reapings. I smiled, grabbed and apple and sat down in the adjacent coach. The reapings started with us. I walked onto the stage, completely confident, Contrim looking the same. The two people from two looked a lot like Bush. Three were thin and scrawny, for were buff. When it got to ten, I concentrate on the sea of faces, like always, trying to find my friends. Then the names were called. I gasped in surprise as I saw who they were. My best friends would be in the hunger games along side of me.

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