AN~ So I decided to change the chapter's length so sorry it's so short! Please Review! Disclaimer: We do not own anything from the Hunger Games; we only own our characters!
Chapter 2:
The national anthem of Panem plays and as soon as it finishes we're being led away from the stage and from the crowd. We are going through the Justice Building and I'm taken into a room by myself. It's furbished like the Victor's Village House, with the fine velvet couches and deep red throws. I know what this means. I've watched tributes go through this; for the next hour, I'm to say goodbye to my loved ones.
Within a few minutes, my father and Lark come in. They're arguing. "You're a horrible father!"
"Shut up, you don't know what you're talking about!"
"You've made her do something that she can die for! All because of your damn gambling!"
"You don't-"
I can't take this anymore, them fighting. "Stop!" I yell, getting their attention.
"I wanted to volunteer!" I direct this at Lark. "And you're not a horrible father!"
They look at each other before, Lark says, "So how are you taking it, jailbird?" I hear the shakiness in his voice. Although we don't see each other much, we are very close. This is really hard on both of us.
"Fine," I say flatly. "Sorry I didn't tell you about before."
Lark ruffles my hair. "It's fine," he says dejected. I can tell he's very hurt.
I get up and hug him.
"Five minutes!" a Peacekeeper yells from outside.
Lark sobs into my shoulder. I even find myself with a few tears rolling down my cheeks. This is the last time I get to hug him- NO! I'm getting out of that arena alive! I hug Dad too, and I see Lark stiffen up. I give him a reassuring smile and they are both led away by the Peacemakers.
Yeah, I know what you're thinking. Shouldn't my Dad be mentoring me in my Games? Nope. There's a pair of shiny new Victors mentoring us. Oh joy.
I'm taken out of the room and put into a car. I'm told I'm going to a train station. Lachlan comes in after me, eyes red, just like mine.
We don't speak to each other as the car drives through the district.
Lachlan and I sniffle a lot. The driver is going crazy, and this would have been funny if we weren't going into a bloody battle.