Disclaimer: I do not own the work of Hunger Games nor am I Suzanne Collins. But I do own all rights to my work and all of my characters (excluding the mention of Katniss Everdeen) which are completely original. Greetings to all of my hopefully soon to be faithful readers this is your captain Mellody speaking and I am coming out with a new chapter. My goal at this moment is to do almost a chapter a day for you guys… hopefully this will work out! Hope you enjoy! R&R!

Running. I am running through a forest. Big trees, tall with no leaves, its winter so that's reasonable. I don't know where I am. I see a person. Maybe they can tell me where we are I'll head over there. I start to run towards the man in the black leather coat only to see him shot down… arrows. Someone is shooting arrows at us…. I turn to look at who it is and that's when I see her. Beautiful does not begin to describe this girl… exotic. That describes her. She is more than just pretty. She is perfect. Not a trace of make up on her face and yet still more beautiful than most who wear loads of it. She pulls back her bow with another arrow loaded into it. Who is she firing at? Oh crap she's about to fire at me. I take off in a sprint. I run faster than I have ever run before must be the adrenalin because I'm not this strong. Pain, surging pain, spreading through my body, I let out a scream. I wake with a start. Just a dream it was just dream. Katniss Everdeen did not kill me. I am still in the cot where Jackie left me the night before. I'm still gasping for air. Calm down Xavier. It was just a dream I am not in the Hunger Games, I am fine.

The steel door opens "Rise and shine my lovely." It's Jackie. My lovely? Was that supposed to mean something? It's nothing I convince myself. "Breakfast is in the cafeteria if you want some. Did you sleep?"

"A little."

"Didn't sound like it. I have the room next to you and it sounded like you were running a marathon in here. You kept me up half the night."

"Sorry."

"No problems kid. Any ways how old are you?"

"Twelve."

"Well then this is your big day. This is the first time your name is in the drawing."

"I know. I hope I don't go I am no good at fighting and I don't have the will to kill a person."

"Well I can teach you if worst comes to worst, but I hope I don't have to. Distance is all you need to kill someone. We all have a time where it comes down to us or them. Come on we don't want to miss the ceremony."

The reaping is awful. It's just to remind people how we are not superior, the government is, and we are helpless. One hundred years after Katniss Everdeen died and for what? We still have these games, only more brutal. We still have this government, only more savage. We still have these aristocrats, only more blood thirsty. Nothing. She died for nothing. I listen as they make us watch district one and two which is full of careers. We're district three everyone will be watching us in a matter of minutes oh joy who will be called this year? Boy. Girl. Boy. Girl. Boy. Girl. Boy. Girl. Now it's our turn boys go first. Please Lord don't be me.

There is a dead silence while the man reaches in for a card. "Jackson Petromes." He walks up probably eighteen he was so close to being out of the drawing. He's tall and gangly, but strong. He's been training in case this day came. It's not me I don't know who it is and I don't care. It is not me. Then it's a girl. Still silent except for the boy's mother who sobs in the crowd. "Zuri DeLucore." Wait wasn't that the leader. The boyish looking girl takes her place face solid no new tears in the crowd. She has no family. Nothing to lose. She's strong. Beautiful but I don't dare look at her that way she'd be able to kill me in a heartbeat. The announcer reaches back into the boys bowl. Please don't be me please don't be me please don't be me! "Xavier Quinton" Ice runs through my veins. I can't move. Jackie pushes forward to take my place. Still no new cries what must these people think of the two of us? No one left so it's ok if we die? I step up to the stage with a hollow feeling inside. Last name. Who else will be here with us? "Jacquelyn May" Jackie skips to the stage takes her place next to me and bows to the crowd like this was a play and she was the lead. She's small but I have no doubt she can kill me. I am week. I am small. I am young. I am underestimated. I am going to die.

Ok sorry for the cliff hanger! But I thought it would be suspenseful! :)

XOXO love your wonderfully untalented author Mellody