A/N: Hi, i'm back! It's been about a week since the upload of the first chapter, so I think I'll update weekly.. I've only got one review so far, but i'm not complaining! Keep them coming! Instead of the poll, just review what you want to happen with the tributes. Should I make them up, keep originals or a mix?

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After being swarmed by cameras and reporters, Peeta and I were loaded into the back of a car. I'd never ridden in a car, but I was too devastated to really enjoy the experience. As we pulled up to the station, I coudln't help but release more tears. I didn't want to be shown as weak, but in the end, I couldn't hide the truth. More cameras were shoved in our faces as we tried to make our way on the sleek train. Another experience I was not able to enjoy.

I looked over at Peeta. He had obviously been crying as he wiped away at his puffy eyes. I knew how he felt, I knew why he would cry. But I wanted him to console me, like my sister would.

The train doors closed and the immediate speed made me stumble into Ms Pink Hair. She gently steadied me and motioned for us to follow her. She gave us a small tour of the immaculate train. It was definitely no coal-train and according to Ms Pink Hair, could travel 250 miles per hour. She said that we would be arriving in the Capitol in just under a day.

In the small amount of school that I attended, our teachers told us a lot about the history of the Capitol. They told us how we all owed the Capitol and what happened during the rebellion. I didn't want to think about it too much though, because it always came back to the games and in less than 4 weeks, I'd be dead.

I, along with Peeta, were given our own chambers with an extravagant bed, dressing room and a private bathroom. It even had hot and cold running water. The chest of drawers in my dressing room were filled with rich quality clothing and delicate shoes all in my small size. Ms Pink Hair told me that I could wear anything I wanted and to be down for dinner in one hour. The shower was an experience ; it felt like warm rain continually running over my skin. I knew Katniss would love to have one.

I pulled out a pink knee-length skirt, a white blouse and some dainty flats. I dressed before brushing through my long waves and plaiting them down my back. I remembered to secure my pin onto my shirt just as Ms Pink Hair collected me for dinner.

I was seated in a mahogany dining chair across from Peeta. He wore a simple grey long-sleeved shirt and trousers. His puffy eyes had long dried and gone down and his lip no longer quivered with each word.

"Where's Haymitch?" Ms Pink Hair asked him."

"He should be down soon, Effie" Peeta nodded, sure of himself.

Effie, so that was her name. I think I preferred Ms Pink Hair. It suited better. A tall man was suddenly beside me. His gloved hand layed a napkin in my lap and filled my glass full of water.

"Thankyou," I said with a smile.

Just because I was from district 12, didn't mean I lacked manners. Our mother had ingrained them into us. The man looked taken aback from my words and smile. He returned the smile and quickly nodded.

"Away!" Ms Pi- Effie said loudly and directed at the man.

I was beyond confused now.

The tall man did not return but six woman, who were dressed in the same attire swiftly laid plates out and filled up glasses.

After the first course of carrot soup, which was more than satisfying, came our main meal. Effie told Peeta and I not to stuff ourselves but it was impossible with the gourmet food continually being placed in front of us. After dessert, which consisted of ice-cream and chocolate cake, I felt beyond sick. Maybe I should have listened to Effie. Although I guess it wouldn't be a bad thing to gain a few pounds before the games.

I was fighting to keep the rich food down when the sliding door was thrown open. A medium built man staggered through, a flask in his hand. His shaggy blonde hair was plastered to his forehead with sweat and even a senseless man could smell his breath. Haymitch Abernathy, our mentor.

During the past 74 years, district 12 had had only 2 victors, and Haymitch was the only one still alive. He had done this before, he had won the games. Somehow. Maybe seeing all of those children that he mentored be slaughtered finally got to him and turned him into a raging alcoholic.

His squinted eyes brushed past Peeta and Effie and widened when they reached me. I was a little scared now. He continue to stagger into things as he approached me. I quickly go up from my chair and ran over to wear Effie stood.

"So young!" Haymitch yelled and threw his flask at the panelled walls.

"Haymitch, calm down," Effie said, her hands up in surrender.

Haymitch continued "There is no chance for you!"

His eyes were locked on my face as he advanced. I hadn't even noticed that Peeta had come to stand near me until he pulled me behind him and out of Haymitch's line of fire. I gripped the back of his shirt with my hands and cowered into him.

"Haymitch, stop!" Peeta yelled.

"No, she's too young!" I sneaked a look from behind Peeta's back. He looked straight at me again. "You are going to die, you have no chance, you will die!"

Two of the non-speaking men suddenly came out of nowhere and restrained Haymitch. They dragged him back off towards his room, despite the cursing, name calling and thrashing.

I hadn't even realised that I'd started crying. One-by-one, the layers of my exterior crumbled into nothing. Peeta kneeled in front of me and wiped my falling tears away with his thumb.

"Take her to her room please, Peeta," Effie said softly.
He nodded, stood up and took my hand. I was hesitant to move, but with a reassuring squeeze of my hand, Peeta guided me down the corridor and to my room.

I couldn't sleep that night. Partly because of the constant flow of tears and the nagging feeling in the back of my mind. Haymitch's words hurt. They hurt because I knew deep down that it was true. It was all true.

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