A/N: HELLOOOO!

So I had a really crazy idea.

I want to write a crossover between Hunger Games and Mean Girls. Katniss and the gang meet the Plastics and Cady and stuff. LOL I don't even know where that idea came from but it sounds funny. Should I do it?

Anyhow, here's missing chapter one: the trainride. Dun dun dun.

Tori POV

I sat silently next to my fellow tribute on the train. We were headed for the Capitol, where our last few weeks before the Hunger Games would begin.

We had just eaten breakfast, and Marvel and I were sitting in the chairs in the main car of the train. And he would. Not. Shut. Up.

"I can't wait for this, man! We've been working all our lives for this…I am so gonna win. I am so gonna win," Marvel kept saying.

Unlike him, I was not out for blood. Though I was a Career, technically, I cared more about my family and making it home to my sister than I cared about killing people. But Marvel, the thick airhead that I am ashamed to call my fellow tribute, wanted nothing more than to kill people and couldn't WAIT to get in the arena.

So as he kept talking about how "he was the man" and that "he would beat everyone else to pulp" with that ridiculous smile on his face, I was starting to get a little annoyed.

Finally, after about a literal hour of listening to him brag, I couldn't hold it in anymore.

"Marvel, would you please SHUT YOUR MOUTH! DO YOU REALLY THINK I CARE?" I screamed at him, and he stopped dead in his tracks.

He stared at me for a moment and I sat down, still fuming inside.

"Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning," he said under his breath.

Without remembering that it was illegal, I turned and punched him square in the jaw. Then, without even looking to see if he was alright, I ran back to my room.

As I shook with a tightened throat, I thought to myself.

Cold as steel Tori. Cold as steel. Tough as steel and concrete mixed together. Emotionless. Come on Tori, man UP! I yelled at myself.

In the midst of my doing so, sleepiness overcame me and I let sleep swallow me whole as I tried to get over my rage.

Jade POV

I stared down at the food on my plate. I wasn't hungry at all, even though I haven't eaten since last night. In fact, the food was making me feel sick.

Cato must have noticed that something wasn't right. He set his fork down and looked over at me with worried eyes as he swallowed.

"You ok?" he asked quietly. No one but our mentor was supposed to know that he had a softer side to him.

I looked up at him and sighed. I shook my head.

Cato outstretched his hand to me. I looked up at him, confused.

"Come on," he said. Cautiously, I took his hand, and he led me into his room and had me sit down on the bed. He took a seat next to me.

"Alright. What's going on in your head?" he asked me. His usually piercing eyes had somehow softened so that gazing into them was almost relaxing. (A/N: Ok, I officially ship Jato.)

I sighed again but was able to find the words to say.

"At first when I was called, I thought this would be ok. But now…I'm starting to get a little iffy on that," I said.

Cato just listened.

"I already miss Clove," I said quietly. Cato sighed.

He took my hand again and set it on his thigh. With his free hand, he put a finger under my chin and lifted up my head gently so he could look me in the eye.

"Do you know how proud she is of you?" he asked me. That caught me off guard. I knew Clove was my best friend and all but…what was there to be proud of in me?

I cocked my eyebrow, and Cato continued.

"She came to say goodbye to me. She said that I better well take care of you, to quote her," he said, which brought out a laugh in me. Of course Clove would get all protective like that.

Cato smiled too, but then returned to seriousness.

"But she also said to tell you that she is proud of you. For going into this without hesitation for your brother. Without being scared or weak," Cato said.

My heart ached badly as I pictured Clove saying that. But nonetheless, I couldn't help but smile.

Cat POV

I lay in the bed of my car on the train. My heart was pounding a thousand miles an hour. My stomach was very woozy and uncomfortable. My throat was bone dry. I was sweating buckets.

I had literally made myself sick from worrying.

There was a knock at my door, which made me jump.

"Cat?"

I recognized the voice as my fellow tribute, Graham. The one who was going to kill me in a few weeks. Wonderful.

"What do you want?" I said, my voice raspy.

"Our mentors wants to talk to us," said Graham.

I sighed and decided that they would probably at least have something good to say to us that might help.

I climbed out of bed, fighting to keep down my breakfast due to my rocky stomach.

I followed Graham out into the main car. Our mentors, who both looked to be about 50 or so years old, sat in the chairs across from us.

We sat down and faced them, and just waited for them to talk.

"Hello. My name is Beetee," said the male mentor. Beetee. Interesting name.

"I'm Wiress," said the female mentor. We all shook hands, and then Graham jumped right in on asking questions.

"What's the first thing we need to do?" he asked hurriedly. He was literally almost bouncing in his seat.

"Calm down there Tiger," Beetee said with a slight chuckle. "We do have a few weeks, you know."

"But the more you can tell us the better we will do," I said.

Wiress and Beetee exchanged glances. They sort of nodded to each other and then turned back to us.

"There's going to be a lot of good supplies in the mouth of the Cornucopia. My advice is to grab what you can as you go towards the Cornucopia, but do NOT get yourselves into the bloodbath that usually occurs. Neither of you are built for that," said Beetee.

We both nodded.

"Make allies. Or try to…" Wiress said, trailing off.

"Try to in the Training Center. That's the best time to do it," finished Beetee.

We both nodded. I remembered the girl from District 12 who volunteered for her sister. Maybe I would be lucky enough to be her ally.

"And when you're actually in the arena…first thing is shelter," said Wiress.

Again we nodded.

For nearly the rest of the train ride, we listened to Beetee and Wiress tell us how to survive in the arena.

Beck POV

I sighed as I stared out the window of the train. Most tributes are probably begging their mentors to help them and give them advice right now. But for some reason, I don't even have the energy to do that. I can barely get up and walk as it is.

I look to my right and see my fellow tribute, a redhead with a sly demeanor, doing the exact same thing. Suddenly, a young man, who I recognized immediately as Finnick Odair, a previous victor in the Hunger Games, walked into the train car and sat down in front of us.

Neither of us acknowledged him except for a glance his way.

Finnick sighed.

"Let me tell you a story," he said.

That's not something you usually hear from a mentor. Therefore, it catches both Redhead and I off guard. We turn to Finnick to see what he has to say.

"I know how emotionally difficult this is. Trust me, I really do. I've been there. I've been there twice," he said. I cocked an eyebrow, since he was only in the Games once.

"Thus, my story," Finnick said with a sigh.

"It was only five years after I was crowned victor that the love of my life, Annie Cresta, was reaped for the Hunger Games. And it was all my fault. I defied the Capitol, and that was how they punished me. By taking her," said Finnick. Our attention was focused solely on him. (A/N: Basing this on MainstayPro's (YouTube) "Finnick and Annie Web Series".)

"She made it out of there alive. But she will never ever be the same. For years after she was crowned victor, she never spoke a word. She was mentally disoriented. Wasn't all there. The arena did it to her," Finnick said. Well that is encouraging.

"Every day we would sit at the shore where I first met her, and I would bring a flower to put in her hair and a bunch of rope that I tied into a fishing net. And for a long time, that's all we did," Finnick continued.

"And then one day, she spoke. She said 'Hey Finnick'. That's all she said. But it was more than enough. It was a sign of hope. I wasn't going to give up after that," Finnick concluded.

Both of us just stared at him, waiting for him to keep talking.

"The main point I am trying to get across is that I have been in your shoes. I know what it feels like. But don't give up hope, ok?" he said.

I swallowed hard and nodded.

There was silence for a while, but then Redhead spoke up.

"So…help us. How do we find shelter?" she asked.

With a deep breath, Finnick began to tell us everything he knew.

Robbie POV

I paced the train car that was my room anxiously. How on earth was I going to survive this? Oh yeah, there's no way I was. Might as well consider myself dead here and now.

A knock at the door makes me jump and almost scream.

"Can I come in?" asked the girl tribute who came with me to this place. Unfortunately for me, she was someone I knew.

I turned to the door.

"Yeah…yeah go ahead," I said nervously.

She opened the door and closed it behind her quietly.

"Did you want any breakfast?" she asked me kindly.

I sighed.

"Couldn't eat any if I tried," I said. She nodded, seeming to understand.

There was a rather awkward moment of silence, and then the girl sat down on my bed.

"Are you alright?" she asked me.

I sighed.

"No of course not," I answered honestly. I never lied to her, no matter how bad the situation was.

There was more silence as I tried to think of something to say.

"Why did it have to be me and you? I wish it were another girl…not that I don't enjoy your company. I just don't want you to have to go through this...you don't deserve it," I said, burying my head in my hands.

Allison sighed.

We weren't total best friends or anything. We just shared something in common. We were both parentless. We had talked a couple of times in school, and for some reason I felt a sort of closeness.

"Maybe this is for the better. I mean, I don't have anyone left who I love. So…this might not be that big of a deal," said Allison.

She was right in her case. She really had no one left. She sort of wandered from place to place in town; no one ever really looked out for her since she had no siblings or parents.

After another moment's silence, she spoke up again.

"Robbie…I really don't think we should be allies in the arena. It would hurt too much to see you get killed," said Allison.

I nodded…I knew where she was coming from.

"Then let's have some quality time now," I suggested. Allison nodded.

And so we did. The next few hours were nothing but talking between us two. We ignored every knock at the door and just talked.

Andre POV

My sister and I sat in her room on the train. She was shaking and crying, and I was holding her as tight as I could.

"I don't wanna do this. I'm not ready," she said through her tears.

I closed my eyes as I held on tighter.

"I know Amelia, I know. None of us are ready. Well, except for the Careers maybe," I said at a failed attempt to comfort her.

"What if you die?" she asked me. The thought of having to leave her hurts too much for me to sit here and contemplate.

"Then you win those Games and go home to Mom and Dad. They'll be proud of you," I said, answering with the first thing that came to mind.

"What if I die?" she squeaked.

That thought hurts even more than the previous one.

"Let's not worry about the what ifs. Let's just think about the here and now. Right now, we are on the train to the Capitol, and we have a few hours to do what we want. So let's spend them wisely," I said.

Amelia looked up at me, no longer crying, but confused.

"What do you mean?" she asked me.

"Remember that math test that you're supposed to have on Wednesday?" I asked her. She looked at me like I was crazy.

"I'm going to help you study, ok?" I said.

"But why…? I'm not going to take it anyhow," she said.

"Because like I said. We have the here and now to worry about. And right now we have free time. Peace. So let's get our minds off of this whole Games thing, ok?" I said.

Amelia half smiled. "Ok."

I smiled. My plan was working. She was calmed down for the moment.

"Alright…what is the formula for the area of a triangle?" I asked her.

"Half the base times height," she answered.

I gave her a high five. "Good job."

And so we studied for the math test that she wouldn't even have to take for next few hours, just to get our minds off of the horrible things that were bound to come.

A/N: TADA! :D

Hope this was good. by the way, I wrote a Hunger Games one-shot called "Dear Katniss Love Rue". Please go check it out! Reviews (on either one) are appreciated greatly! :D