Define Time

Once when I was 6, I was a brat. I'll admit it, because my dad was a Victor, I was apart of the Victor's children club. That pretty much meant as a kid everyone respected me. And as a six year old, I thought I was the s***. Seriously, I thought I was walking on water or something. But then one day on my way to school, I tripped. And well I feel and got mud all over my nice dress and everyone laughed because well, we were six. And after gaining some humility I realized that having everyone's attention was overrated. There would always be someone waiting for you to trip and fall and get mud on your dress and you would be devastated when you got laughed at. And the beautifully ironic thing was, there was no one to help me up. Everyone wanted to be friends with Laci Kingsly but once I had embarrassed myself the one's who I thought were my friends were there laughing. It was really just a self-esteem roller coaster. But I never lost the attention, which was why I was here and not at home eating popcorn with my boyfriend.

I got out of the car, and it was windy. Rain was drizzling and I didn't want to get wet. My blonde, curly hair was blowing and for a second my vision was blurred. Then I saw Brendon, a little bit away staring at me with a huge grin. I smirked and shook my head at him, beginning to remember we were on camera

I gave him a look, daring him to come over to me, because I wasn't going to him. He smirked, and walked towards me. He picked me up, bridal style, and kissed me on the cheek. He carried me to the door of the capitol train, and we paused there for a few minutes. The reporters were standing there, taking a ton of pictures.

I hated this. I hated that the entire capitol was going to be talking about the two of us. I almost wished I could publicly break up with him or something, because this lovey dovey crap for the camera's was going to get really old really fast.

After our picture was taken way to many times for my liking, we got inside the train. I had been on one once before and they went fast, 250 miles an hour I think. As soon as the door was closed Brendon put me down and I faced him with a glare.

Brendon laughed, "What babe?"

I crossed my arms, he knew what.

"Look, I'm sorry I volunteered ok? I just wanted to be with you."

I said nothing and kept my arms crossed. Brendon was confused, which made me soften a bit. He was adorable when he was lost, and I knew he didn't mean any harm.

"What else am I sorry for?" He asked me.

"Well, for volunteering yes, for publicizing our relationship is another thing." I said to him, not backing down.

Brendon laughed and picked me up again, kissing my forehead. "But Lace, I want everyone to know how important you are to me."

"I don't. I don't want the stupid capitol watching us kiss like we're some sort of romance reality show."

"In defense, the Hunger Games is a reality show...and we're in a relationship right now so you can't blame them."

I hit his arm, I hated when he was right. "Shut up." I said to him, which made him chuckle and put me down.

"Come on, lets go find our mentors" he said, taking my hand and walking me to the living room. Spark and Leather were waiting for us, chatting with Daphine.

"Hey my favorite tributes" Leather said to us with a smirk, turning to face me and Brendon.

My aquamarine eyes rolled to the top of my head. "So we're stuck with you two as mentors this year?" I asked him with a fake dramatic sigh. It would be good to have mentor's who knew us, and in turn we're hard on us.

Spark chuckled, "You say that like it's bad thing"

Spark was pretty, like I said the big sister I never had. She had blonde hair like me, but it was lighter. And her eyes were an electric blue. Her name was interesting, since she was from District 1, maybe her parents wanted to make a statement, I don't know. But she was nice contort when I was watching Leather, because she hadn't been in the games yet. Her younger brother had died in the games before, and she was taking it hard. So it helped to have her there because if Leather would've died, we would've cried together.

Daphine watched us exchange looks, like we were in on an inside joke and she wasn't. Then she sighed, giving up on trying to figure out what she was missing. She stood up. "Ok I will show you your chambers for the train ride" she said clapping her hands together brightly.

Brendon gave me a smirk and I laughed, using my free hand to loop behind me and hit his butt.

Daphine looked between us again an sighed, walking in front of us and showing us where we would be staying for really, the night. We had our own bedrooms, dressing areas, and bathrooms. Brendon gave me a kiss on the cheek before he left to his own room while I went to mine to shower and look nice for dinner.

I stripped down and looked into the drawers, that already had my size and options for me to wear. I grabbed some white shorts and a plain blue t-shirt. The shirt was a bit oversized, exactly how I liked it.

I went into the bathroom, stripping down and looking at myself in the mirror how I had earlier this morning. I wanted to cry and since I was in private I did. No one would hear me because I had let the shower start warming up.

I cried, thinking about where I was and how I my time was running out. Unless I learned how to kill someone, I was as good as dead. All for a good show.