The Volturi leaders allow us a goodbye to our friends and family.

Only 30 seconds a piece.

Cause that's how they roll.

I push my Mother away and tell her to get her shit together.

Jacob promises to never put a shirt back on until this story is over.

Gale promises to continue hunting in the woods for already dead animals.

With tears in his eyes, my neighbor, Peeta, sneaks in through the door and hands me a hummingbird pin.

He's the mayor's son. He's fucked every 15 year old girl in the District. Except me.

'Cause apparently I can't lose my virginity yet. Not until I've given blue balls to every boy in this town.

It's in my contract.

"Why a hummingbird?" I ask.

He thrusts it into my hand. "I don't know. Just take the damn thing you ungrateful tease!"

So I do. Somehow, someway, I know it will be the symbol of my future.

Like a chess piece I still don't understand has to do with twilights or eclipses.

I am on a train, and Edward and I are assigned a mentor.

He stares at me. I remember him from biology class. Like that time I had my period and he kept leaning closer to me.

Our mentor is Mike, the infamous drunk.

No, not alcohol. Kool-Aid.

He drinks it by the gallons, laughing every time his tongue turns a different color.

Today its green.

"You will go through training. Show the Volturi your skills. Then I will send you to your deaths."

Edward and I glance at each other. "Sounds good."

THGTHGTHGTHGTHG

In the training center, I glance at the other tributes.

They don't have shit on me. Some are strong. Like Emmett from District 2. Or fast, like Alice, from District 3. Or hot, like Jasper, from District 10. Or beautiful, like Rosalie, from District 7.

I am scared, but willing to fight. I wonder what Edward's talent is.

He keeps glancing at me.

It's creeping me out.

We go in to show the Volturi our skills separately.

Edward goes in first. When he comes out, the center is silent. Their faces are shocked.

No one will say what it is that he does.

I go in next.

I shoot my target and miss. The Volturi are eating pig's feet and ignore me completely.

I shoot one of them in the eye.

"You see me now, motherfucker?" I shout. Fists raised in the air. Anger brewed upon my face.

I get the highest score possible.

And somewhere in the background, Eye of the Tiger plays softly…