Author's Note: This is an Author's Note.

Disclaimer: If you look at any of the other chapters, you will find something that says: Disclaimer:. Read the stuff after the colon. You will find the meaning of life.

The Training Center is basically a bar. Each person has one seat. It's the same here. Each district gets a seat. Literally. District 12 walks over to our seat at the end of the table. There are about 5 glass flasks there labeled: Drink me. I wipe them off and sit down. There's a noise that's either me sitting on a tiny, miniature living area that would be perfect to live in if you drank a shrinking potion, or someone farted.

"Alright, own up. Who was it," says Ffieeay (Effie. I just realized that there was an e at the end.).

Ortiapay (Portia) shakily raises her hand. Ffieeay takes a bottle, breaks it at the edge of a table, and shoves it through Ortiapay's heart. She crumples to the floor.

"Good, now that there's no need for her, she had to die. Who wants dinner?" she says.

"For some reason, watching someone die has made me sickingly hungry. So yes, I want dinner," says Peeta who has mysteriously popped out of thin air.

"I have a question," I state.

"What?" questions Peeta.

"You do realize sickingly isn't a word,"

"Yes."

"…"

"Well, dinner is served at 2:30 in the morning. If you miss it, then you don't eat. Ok?" interrupts Ffieeay.

"Ffieeay, it is 2:30 A.M."

"Yes, but I said it will be served at 2:30 in the morning. Not 2:30 A.M."

"Oh. Hey I know you!" I point at Ffieeay.

"Yes you do Katniss. Yes you do."

Peeta eyes me suspiciously. "Katniss and I are going to have a talk on the roof that will not be suspicious at all. Ok? Ok."

"But I didn't say ok!"

"It doesn't matter." Peeta hooked arms with me and dragged me to the roof.

"Why are we allowed up here? I mean, can't we just commit suicide?"

"Hmmm. Maybe there is some kind of force-field. Let's check," Peeta said. He grabbed an innocent bystander and threw him off the roof.

"AAAAARRRRGGGHHH!" The innocent bystander turned into innocent red paint.

"Maybe the Game-makers didn't think about it."

"Hmmm. What did you want to talk to me about?"

"That pin looks like Mages."

"That's cuz it is. Wanna make somthin' of it?"

"Actually, I do." Peeta raised his fists and assumed a fighting stance.

"Arrrgghh! please don't hurt me! I'm only 16 or 15 or something!"

"Oh, fine." We walk away.

Chapter 6! WOOOOO! Almost to the Hunger Games! Just 5 more chapters! That's like, double what I already did! In the mean time, you should press the button right…

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