A/N: Sorry it has been awhile! I have been really busey, but updates will come quicker now! Thank you to all my faithful readers, reviewers, favouriters, followers, and my lovely beta xKatharosx!

For the sake of this story, these are the Districts jobs.

District 1- Luxury

District 2- Masonry/Stonework

District 3- Electronics

District 4- Fishing

District 5- Power

District 6- Transportation

District 7- Lumber

District 8- Textiles

District 9- Grain

District 10- Livestock

District 11- Agriculture

District 12- Coal Mining

"It's time!" Effie shrieks from the cart I presume to be the T.V. room.

"I don't get it, you know," Peeta says as we follow Effie's voice.

"What do you mean?" I ask, confused.

"I don't get how the Capitol people are so happy about the Hunger Games. They are so oblivious to the fact that 24 human beings are going into an Arena to fight to the death. It's like they don't even realize how we feel, they think it's ok to kill children, and that we should be happy about it." I never thought of it that way before.

"I agree with you Peeta, but what can we do? It gets me angry when they think that the worst thing ever happens to them is when they break a nail, and meanwhile we are going off to our deaths and they think they deserve the entertainment. However, they don't know the error of their ways, that they are… monsters. We can't get mad at them for something they don't know they are doing." I think back to when Effie wouldn't help me stop Peeta from killing Haymitch. It's mind boggling to think that a nail means more then someone's life.

He sighs, "I know. But I just wish that they would get a turn to be in our shoes for a change."

I let out a humorless laugh, "What do you mean? That they will be put in the Hunger Games? Come on Peeta, let's be realistic…."

He abruptly stops, and his usual cheerful tone changes into something desperate and serious, "mark my words Prim, even if I am not here to see it, one day, justice will be served. The tables will turn Prim, just you wait."

"There you two are!" Effie's voice breaks through our conversation, "you are going to miss the Reapings!" She hands us a package that is glued shut, I open it, and look inside.

"A note book," she says, "along with a pen and a video recorder. It's so that you can keep track of who you want as an ally."

"Welcome Panem to the recaps of the Reapings of the 74th annual Hunger Games!" A voice echoes from the T.V.

"It's starting!" Effie squeals while dragging me and Peeta into the room where the T.V. is held.

She takes a pink one person chair, and Haymitch and Peeta claim the orange couch. Not seeing another option, I take a seat on the floor. Opening up the package, I take out the hard cover note book, and place it on my lap. Absentmindedly, I swirl the blue gel pen over the first page, and wait for the Reapings to start.

Suddenly, there is an alarm echoing in the room. My head snaps up to see "IMPORTANT MESSAGE" in bright red font consuming the screen.

"Hello Panem," the hoarse voice sends chills up my spine. It's President Snow. "I have a very important announcement for you concerning the games."

Everyone, even Haymitch goes silent, anticipating what could be so important that the Reapings would be interrupted. My hand stops swirling the pen and I remain as frozen as a stone.

"There has been a delay in the building of this years Arena," he continues. A delay in the Arena? This has never happened before. "Our beloved Head Gamemaker, Seneca Crane, seemed to of forgot a vital part in the construction of this years Arena, do not worry though, we are working hard to fix his mistake." His voice is full of resentment; it is obvious that he is furious. "However, this will take at least a week, and as a result, the Tributes will have 5 training days, and the rest of the time will be used any way they wish, which will be televised for your entertainment. Now that Seneca Crane has been relieved of his duty, and I am proud to present to you, the new Head Gamemaker!"

The crowd erupts into a deafening cheer as a middle aged man walks up to the stage.

"Hello," he says, silencing the crowd, "my name is Plutarch Heavensbee, and I am honored to be your Head Gamemaker. I won't let you down!" He walks off the stage as the crowed cheers him on.

"This is fantastic!" Effie says from her chair, "Now you will get two more training days, and at least another five days to work on strategy and such!"

Excitement rushes through me; another two days of training could mean life and death. Never mind the fact that now I will have at least 5 more days to find allies.

"What does President Snow mean when he says Seneca was relieved of his position?" I ask confused, "did they fire him?"

"Oh no," Effie says, "you cant make a mistake like that in the games and just get fired. Seneca was executed; I read it in the news." I'm shocked at her lack of emotion. It seems like we are just talking about the weather, and not someone's death.

Dropping the subject, I quietly wait for the Reapings to begin.

When they do, I'm not really shocked about what they show. I try to make as many notes as I can, and see that Peeta is also writing like a maniac. I close my eyes and plug my ears when the District 12 Reaping is shown, I don't want to relive that moment.

"Well, you two are very lucky, because this years Tributes will ensure tons of excitement!" Effie claps her hands in glee while exciting the room.

"I need a drink," Haymitch sighs, and he leaves too.

I get up from my place on the floor, and take a seat in Effie's soft pink chair. I look over to ask Peeta about what he thinks of the competition, but I am only greeted by the orange couch. Sighing, I open my note book to read over what I managed to record from the Reapings. Turning to the second page, I get ready to try and decipher my awful penmanship.

Reapings:

District 1 male: Marvel, typical Career. Volunteer.

District 1 female: Glimmer, pretty. Probably a Career, and will get lots of sponsors. Volunteer.

District 2 male: Cato, volunteered in place of a 16 year old, obviously a Career. Tall, muscular, but seems cocky. Glint in his eyes signals he has a plan in place.

District 2 female: Some name that starts with a C. Reaped, but obviously a Career, seems to have some sort of relationship with Cato. Maybe good friends? Small, but looks ready to kill.

District 3 male: Glitch, about 13, scrawny, and unfit. Seems smart though, maybe will be able to help with strategy, or traps. Possible Ally.

District 3 female: Skinny, cried on the stage.

District 4 male: Tide, about 14. Reaped. Fit, looks like a Fisher.Possible Ally, but be careful, looks like Career.

District 4 female: Career.

District 5 male: Fidgety, about 17.

District 5 female: Bright red hair seems clever, sneaky.

District 6 male: Heavy build. Older, maybe 18.

District 6 female: Small, maybe 16? Possible ally.

District 7 male: About 14, strong. Looks like a lumberjack. Can possibly wield an axe. Ally.

District 7 female: Tall, muscular and scary looking.

District 8 male: Maybe 17?

District 8 female: Skinny, maybe 14? Seams to be thinking about something. Possible ally.

District 9 male: Scard hands, tough. 18.

District 9: female. 16. Crying.

District 10 male: Limping. Won't last long.

District 10 female: Arm in a sling. Seems to be defeated.

District 11 male: Huge, 18. Seems intimidating, worked hard all his life.

District 11 female: Rue. Tiny, 12. Seems wise. No one would volunteer, possibly good at climbing trees? Light foot steps. Good at concealing her emotions. Definite ally.

Closing the book, I wonder back to my cabin, collapse into my bed and let sleep over take me. I have possible allies, now I just need a plan…

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