"All three of us in one room?" Joy's mother said, eyes wide.

The uniformed men found this hilarious, but they nodded after about two minutes of laughter.

Their room was dark and small. Two twin-sized beds were positioned across from each other. It reminded Joy of a prison cell.

"How long are we going to stay here?" Castone asked.

"Until it's safe enough to live in the Capitol again." Their mother said.

Joy unfolded the note on one of the beds.

The bathrooms are down the hall

"I'm going to the bathroom." Joy informed her family.

As soon as Joy got out of the door, she ran until she found a closet. The floor was stained and hard. Joy sat down and listed in her head the bad things happening.

1) I lost my house.

2) My dad's probably dead.

4) My mother's life was threatened this morning

5) My family was humiliated

6) Safety isn't guaranteed until… I don't know.

Then Joy tried to think of the good things.

1) I'm alive, so are my brother and mother.

2) I have food and shelter

3) I'm-

A horrible scream pierced the air. It belonged to Joy's mother. Joy rushed to her mother, who was sitting on the edge of her chair with a look of despair on her face.

"Mom? What's wrong?"

She didn't answer, and instead ran out of the room, her curly orange wig falling off. Everyone could hear her sobs. In the gathering room, a large, simple space, people wore sympathetic faces.

"Well?"

Castone turned on the TV. There she was. The "Mocking jay". Joy narrowed her eyes. Once a symbol of hope and love. Joy didn't want to think about what she represented now. Katniss spoke mechanically. "I repeat, we will be having a Hunger Games this year. Capitol children descending from Capitol figures who had important power will be taken into account for The Capitol Hunger Games."

Shock overtook Joy.

"Come on Castone, let's go find Mom..." Joy said slowly.

Joy's mother knelt in front of them. A tear slid down her cheek. "Now, I know you-"

"Mom. We're not little kids." Castone said

Their mother sighed. "Why don't you try to get some rest? It's been a long day."

Joy and Castone knew rest was hopeless. Their father was the ever-important Seneca Crane.