Okay. I know this is SUPER short and I appologize for that. But if you all haven't noticed, I'm HORRIBLE at updating. I'm just so freaking busy all the time!Which really shouldn't be my excuse... but it is.

When was the last time I updated... Uh. It was Feb 10th. So let's see if I can catch you up to speed with my life... Um. I danced with my crush at cotillion :D (btw that's edicut/ballroom dancing class)! Um, I painted 7 2ft, by 5ft Harry Potter books for my cousin's 10th birthday, I went to Disciple Now (AMAZING Christian Youth Weekend Retreat), I went to my Piano Recitle/Competition and made Superior (that's the highest ranking :D), we had our cotillion ball, and I think that's it. So my life should be calming down for a while, so fingers crossed, maybe I will get a chance to update.

Rachel: Phantomfur's Froststorm doesn't own the Hunger Games, though she wish she did because her celebrity crush is Josh Hutcherson!

Froststorm: HEY! There's no need to tell the whole world that!

Rachel: Actually all she does own is the characters, most of which don't have name because she's too lazy to come up with them...

Froststorm: =.= Thank you for that Rachel...

Rachel: :3 You're welcome... Now on with the story!

Chapter 2

"Okay, Miss Rachel," my stylist smiled at me, turning me to face the mirror. "You are ready for the interviews." I bit my lip nervously. My hair was tied into a loose side ponytail and had leaves and blossoms weaved into it. I also had been dressed in a brown sleeveless dress that came to my knees. Apparently, since I'm from the agriculture district, I'm supposed to look like a tree.

I walked to the waiting area and stood with Jacob, who was in a brown shirt and jeans with similar leaves wound into a wreath on his head.

"Hey." I whispered hugging my brother. He smiled back nervously at me. "You ready?"

"No."

"Me neither." I grinned pulling my dress further down. "I wish they had gotten me a dress that comes down lower!" I laughed trying to calm him down. He grinned at me and glanced nervously at the stage. The tribute female from district 8 was on stage. Four more people until Jake: Five more until me. We both bit our lips then laughed at our nervous habit.

Time seemed to fly by, and soon Jake was on stage stuttering with stage fright. "I… uh.. am a… er… harvester… in district… um…el-eleven."

'Oh Jakey...' I sighed mentally. 'Just close your eyes. The sun is going down. You'll be alright. No one can hurt you now. Come morning light, you and I'll be safe and sound.' I kept humming our lullaby until Jake calmed down. Then my name was called and I nervously walked on stage, smiling brightly.

"Hi!" I said brightly. Unlike my poor, shy brother. I am a people person. So this is right up my alley. "I'm Rachel Dodd, a harvester from District 11!"

I think my interview went well. I giggled and talked about my wonderful brother. According to our host, people are interested to see how twins fare in the arena. I nearly went to tears at that point, and came, once again, to the thought. 'Oh yeah… Even if I, by some miracle, survive the Hunger Games, I will never see my brother again.' I probably won some points with our sponsors, as sick as that is. No child should ever die for another human's entertainment.

Eventually our interviews ended and we went back to our rooms. In less than a week, the Hunger Games begins. Life's not fair.