A/N: Ayye! Thanks for reviewing, glittergirl20!

My Response: I also thought of that when my friend first told me the name, hahaha. I'll try not to follow the cliches, either, lmao. And, the Hunger Games is just the same as it is in the books. It's technically the Capital's way of showing the dark days once more to each District. And, the age changed because I decided to make my own little rules. In my opinion, I don't really think a 25 year old is able to beat up a little kid. It depends which District you are in, really. The 25 year old could have no experience in killing, while these little kids do. And, yeah, most defineately going into the drama later. You'll see in future stories.

Thank you so much for reviewing, again!

Disclaimer: I do not own the Hunger Games. I only own all the tributes, and their mentors. Most of the capital people are mine.

Rated M for future chapters.

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Chapter 2. Goodbye.

Aka's P.O.V.

I can't believe this is happening. Why? I shudder as Fifa continues talking, glancing over. I guess I did expect Katniss and Peeta, but they are not there. I tilt my head, realizing they have died so long ago. I ruffle my hair quietly.

Sokka glances over at me, abusing his bottom lip with his teeth. He glances back at the crowd, straightening slightly.

Finally, Fifa looks up at the crowd. "So, applause for our new victors for District 12!" It's almost like a command. Despite that, there is no applause to be heard. I think this is because they don't accept it.

I stare at my mother, for once wanting to wrap my skinny arms around her waist, being careful of the baby, of course.

"Alright, then. Well, let's go!" With those words still ringing and echoing throughout everyone's ears, we turn slightly. Then, we see one thing. One single person, three fingers pressed to their lips, raised high up in the air. It is very old, back when Katniss and Peeta were still alive. That was at least 25 years ago.

I never paid attention to who was our President now. All I know, or come to notice, is that Katniss, Peeta, and President Snow are dead.

I'm not paying attention to wear I'm walking, I realize. I notice this when I feel Sokka squeezing my hand gently..

When did we get here?

I'm glancing around the room, eyebrows raised slightly. I hold onto my twin's hand, sighing softly as Fifa led us to another room, babbling about how exciting this Hunger Games will be.

She leads Sokka to another room, and I'm left alone. We didn't want to be separated. My breath comes in short pants as I glance around. What happens now? What's happening? More questions are running through my mind before I see my mother step through the doors.

Ah.

We're saying .. Goodbye.

As this dawns on me, I realize I'm huddled under my mom's arm, since that was the only area my small body could fit. I curl into her side, letting me cry out.

"Oh, sweetheart," she whispers, kneeling down in front of me. She strokes my cheek in the most gentle way, I can't help but to stare at her. I sniffle.

"I-I'm sorry," I blubber out. She simply wipes my tears away, shaking her head.

"Don't apologize," she says, "I should be the one apologizing."

A Peacekeeper enters the room, stating that we have less than a minute left.

"I love you, Aka," my mother rushes out.

"I-I love you too," I whispers, trembling. She gets up with slight difficulty, giving me a gentle kiss on the head before she's pulled away, and out of the room.

Great. Now, I'll just have to stain the velvet pillows with my tears. Now, I'm regretting everything I've ever said to her. Well, it was her fault. I shake my head, glancing around.

Oh, yeah. No one else was supposed to see me. No one else knows me. I sigh softly, trembling.

"Miss Jared, get up." It's anothe Peacekeeper, demanding me to go. I listen to him, keeping my head down. He rests his hand on my small back, guiding me. I'm led to a car train thing, glancing around.

Fifa is waiting for me. She smiles brightly. "Sokka should be here shortly! I believe he has quite a few people saying goodbye to."

I shrug in response, sighing. Of course. I already know he has more friends than me. I sigh softly, ruffling my hair once more. "Okay," I murmur when she stares at me.

I'm waiting for Sokka at the table, wrinkling my nose at the food. It all looks too rich, too fluffy, too .. fake. Just then, I spot my twin walking in. He seems to be fighting tears, but I can only see it, I think.

"Hey," I say. My eyes must be rimmed with red. He strokes my cheek, offering me a small smile. He strokes my hair, sighing.

"Hi, sweetheart," he finally replies, pressing a kiss to my temple. "You been crying?" he asks.

I roll my eyes, cuddling into his side. "Hahaha, no, you're kidding, right?" I reply, furrowing my eyebrows slightly as I glance up.

This brings to him chuckling, which leads me into a small giggle. His laugh, his smile.. My twin just makes me smile.

Our mentor comes in. It's a girl, with a shaved head. She blinks at us, frowning slightly as she sits down across from us. It looks like she's been drinking, maybe getting high in her bedroom. She sure smells like it.

I sit up, wrinkling my nose once more. But, not from the fake foods. From the scent her body was giving off.

"So, uh.." Sokka pauses, biting his lip slightly.

She squints at him. "How do you survive?" she asks for him, tilting her head. Her dark skin contrasted well with her eye color, I notice.

Sokka nods in response. She glances over at me for a moment, raising her eyebrows. ".. Ulch. Twins." She swiftly takes a cinnamon roll from the table, popping the whole thing in her mouth.

It makes me sick just thinking of the sweet, fluffy texture.

"So, first things first." She stares at us with her caramel colored eyes. "You survive."

I can't help but to scoff. She looks at me, eyes narrowed. I narrow my eyes right back at her. "Yeah, we know that we have to survive."

Sokka squeezes my shoulder a little too hard, obviously saying I needed to tone it down. "What dear Aka," he squinted at me briefly, "is.. Well, how?"

I flinch, sighing. Really, it was more like a huff. I tried to make up for being all emotional earlier, okay?

"Water is your new best friend," she says simply, shrugging. "Ya need to learn how to hunt as well," she adds, her hand hovering over another cinnamon bun. It lingers in the air as she glances around, her fingers twitching slightly before she plops this treat in her mouth as well.

Sokka is staring at the treats, reaching out and grabbing one for himself. He offers me some, but I wave it off. I don't want to get attatched to the food, only to want it in the Arena. I sit up a bit straighter now, staring at our mentor. What was her name? I try to think, but my mind isn't working well enough.

Her Hunger Games must've been when I was watching them with Sokka's father. I tried to block out most of my memories with that cruel man. I huff once more, in frustration.

"I am Kiara Johnson, by the way," she states, as if she were to be reading my mind. I nod in response, biting my lip. I don't want anything to eat, and this is just making me sick.

"How come you've never heard of me?" she suddenly questions, squinting at me and tilting her head. My head snaps back up to look at her.

Sokka jumps in to save me. "Oh, she's always forgetfu-"

Kiara waves him off. "I want the girl to tell me."

I hesitate. "I can't remember things well."

She sends me a smirk. "Or, you don't want to remember things?" she questions, tilting her head and smirking wider.

I flinch. It's almost as if I'm an open book. I move some of my white hair from my eyes, looking down. It's what Kiara's sudden intake of breath that makes me look back up at her.

"Wait, is that natural?" she questions, reaching out to grab a handful of my curls. I move away just out of her reach so she can't. She drops her hand, and stares. "Those aren't contacts, either."

My twin smirks slightly. "Yeah, it's natural."

Our mentor squints at our skin, blinking a couple of times. "Wow."

Before the conversation dies, Sokka asks, "So, is there anything else we need to know?"

Kiara smirks, shrugging. "You have a week before you go into the Arena. I suggest you pick up some moves if you don't know some already."

I nod, sitting up slightly in confidence. "When do we start training?"

She pauses, "Tomorrow, maybe the day after."

"We will be introduced to our 'crew' tomorrow?" my twin asks. Actually, it's more of a demmand, to tell him.

Kiara raises an eyebrow before nodding. "Yes."

Fifa walks in, her bright red wig still standing upright. Agh. I do not understand how and why they do it. They ruin their skin, adding 100 pounds of makeup just on their face. Putting on ridiculous clothing, wearing ridiculous wigs.

I shudder as I hear her begin to talk. "Dinner will be in a bit, Sokka and Aka. I suggest you two, hm, well, freshen up a bit and get used to your new rooms!"

Memorizing this, I know that these rooms aren't new. This car train subway thing certainly isn't new. It's the same one that carried tributes to their brutal death, some to their victory. The room I will be in, I know, could be the room of Katniss Everdeen. Where she first sat down, thought about life. Where she first was, where she last was.

I think of her death. It was absolutely brutal. Not to mention Peeta's face when he saw her.

She was in a tree. It was down to the final 8. I shudder, wondering how I remember this. It's probably because she was the Mockingjay. The girl on fire.

I shudder once more, thinking of how many kids die. Many die from starvation, from brutal work, from whippings and punishments. But, there's that 23 that die because of the Games.

I'm getting distracted, and find myself in my room. What? How did this happen?

Huh.

Must've zoned out while Sokka took me here, I guess.

Anyways, back to my thoughts ..

Lying down in my bed, head delicately placed on the soft pillows, I breathe in a gulp of air, releasing it shortly after. I wonder how old these kids will be.

I dread to see a little boy or girl, at the age of 10, walking through the woods in the Arena. Or, huddling in a tree, trying to hide from the blizzard. I bite my lip.

Then, there will be Distrct 1, 2, and 3. Career packs, with the occasional extra fighters.

I wonder how Peeta got into it in the 74th Hunger Games. I ponder this. Probably some reason tied to Katniss.

Why am I thinking about dead people? It's just making me upset. I sigh, ruffling my already messy hair.

What have I gotten into.

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