Tried to make this chapter a little longer but my inspiration is leaving me behind :c
I wasn't exactly happy with my work but beginnings were never my best parts, don't hate me! :D I have nice ideas for later... We'll just see how she will develop. Enjoy! :)

Some people yell and some cry. Some look terrified and some just stare.
I belong to the 'just stare' group. No expression on my face, just blank. A girl, my age I guess, pulled my hand and whispered "It's you." Was she trying to be nice or mean?
Juna stood there, crying. We did everything together, seems like that ended here. I took a deep breath and told myself that I had to be strong. I had to be smart. From this moment, the Games started. Whole Panem would watch this reaping, and a crybaby won't get many sponsors.
My feet started to move on their own. With still no expression on my face I walked through the pad that the crowd made. Four peacekeepers escorted me and made sure that I wouldn't run away. Of course I wouldn't. They would kill you immediately.
I finally reached the stairs. "Come up here darling." Thessalia stood at the top of the stairs and watched every step I took. When you were this close to her it was creepy to see that her skin was actually green.
Once I got up I finally found my brother standing at the back in the boys area. Was it pain that I noticed in his stare? Sadness?
"And now for the boys!" She said. But my eyes were glued to Jake's. Wouldn't it be wonderful if he got chosen? Brother and sister fight to the dead in the Hunger Games, that would attract a big crowd.
But it wasn't him. Of course it wasn't, it could never be him.
"District 7. Meet your tributes for this year; Elena Newell and Reese Harilton."
Reese Harilton? I knew that name, but from where? "Shake hands you two." She was a little frustrated. A tall boy showed up when I forced myself to look away from my brother. Curly brown hair, dark brown eyes and definitely not weak. He didn't look scared at all, like he didn't care. A warm hand touched mine and, automatically, he looked into my eyes. If he died, it was for sure that I would never forget how the eyes of Reese Harilton would look like. Burned into my mind like a tattoo. A damn beautiful tattoo.

I've never been into the town hall before, but I never imagined the rooms so cold and old. The couches were comfortable, tough.
The first person who walked into the room was Juna. Her eyes all red from the crying and a broken voice. She hugged me. Not saying any word. Just held me. "I'm not dead yet." I laughed. But she couldn't join.
"How can you make such a terrible joke after you've been picked for that sick TV-show?" There she was again. The J I've always known. Overprotective. "We'll meet again, this is not the last time. It couldn't be." She mumbled. All I could do was hug her again, with tears running from my eyes this time. We did everything together, never apart.
That was a promise after all.

"Not that way! We're not allowed to go there! What if they catch us?"
"They wouldn't."
Her answer, short but with so much power. We were only ten, were not that useful already. They would kill us right away.
But she kept going, all the way to the Victor's village. "This one is empty…"
Wrong. This was so wrong. "Don't look at me like that, we won't get caught!" Why couldn't I just believe her? With shaking hands she opened the door. Nobody was watching.
"It's already open?" I asked. "It's not my first time here." She whispered. Two little girls ran into an empty house at night. With this action, we broke like three rules? But I trusted her and leaving was never an option.

Just when I was about to ask what she was trying to do, she clicked on the lights. It was everything a little girl could ever dream off. White walls that were decorated with golden patterns, classic brown chairs, a big eating table made out of glass and a luster. Not a regular one. It was twice my size, golden and full off little lights that looked like little diamonds. "A-And people actually get to live in this place?" I stuttered. "Yeah they do! Wouldn't it be amazing if we lived here? Our big castle!" We both knew what the requirement was, how you could get this house. When they told us it sounded so easy, so innocent.
But winning the Games is neither.
"Wait this isn't everything! Go lay down on the table, I'll show you." I did what she said. She lit six candles and placed them on the ground in the whole room. Then the big light went off and she did the same thing I did.
"It's… beautiful." That wasn't the right word, it was too gorgeous to explain it. We both lay down and watched the ceiling. The luster was made in the shape of the moon. The reflection of the candles made the diamonds shine. It was like our own private sky. "
Let's make a promise. Right here, right now. Under our own sky." The smell of blossoms in the spring penetrate into my nose. Her scent. She was so close that the tip of our noses touched each other.
"Let's make a promise. Right here, right now." I repeated. We both took each other's little finger with our pinkie.
"Everything we do, it will be together. Everything we think, we share. Everything we feel, we tell. Everything." She looked me in the eye. Juna was never this serious, I liked it. "Everything." Again I repeated her. And on that moment, we both made a promise.
A pinkie swear.

They took her out of the room and I was left alone with myself. With my thoughts. I was going to die. I was going to die and I was going to be forgotten. Nobody would ever think of me again. I could never win this thing on my own. And I was on my own, I always was.
But there he stood, in the opening of my door. "Didn't expect me here did you?" His voice was trembling.
"You didn't need to come." I answered.
"Yes I did. I did because I never came before. Because I never told you I was proud of you." He was proud of me? Of… Me? "Your my little sister… Always been, always will. And you will win this thing. I know you will. And you know why?" The only thing I could do was move my head into a 'no' direction. "Because you will show mom and dad that you're not the weak one. That you're better then me, because you are!" He hugged me. "You are."
Tears streamed down my face. He kissed my forehead and looked me in the eyes.
"I love you." I smiled.
"I love you to."
Then he walked to the door and opened it. "Be brave, be strong… Be the best." His last words. His unbelievably strong last words.
They gave me so much strength. So much determination. If I was going to die it wouldn't be without a fight. They would all notice me and recognize me. I will get my life back and live underneath my private sky. The ceiling Juna and I discovered. It would be mine. From now on my training started, and I was going to remember every little thing they tell me. I had to. Let's hope that they're ready for me.
That they're ready for the most confident girl they'll ever see.