"God, she's not waking up," I muttered. Arada gave me a glare, and continued shaking Jean.

"Come on Jean," she crooned, "Wake up. Rise and shine!" I heard Jean mutter, and Arada, with renewed confidence, began to shake her more. "Yes Jean! It's Arada and Miley! You remember me, don't you?"

"Us," I corrected, "You remember us, don't you?"

Arada shrugged me off, and then Jean woke up. "Thank god!" Arada yelled.

"W-what happened?" Jean asked, rubbing her eyes.

"Well, some stuff, but the point is, you are okay and-"

"Oh for pete's sake! Give it UP!" I went over to Jean's side and sat down, "Okay, so you barged into an electric force field, the Peacekeepers caught up with us-"

"Miley!"

I ignored Arada, "and now she's negotiating with them downstairs." I went back to the trap door and crossed my arms, we are at Jean's house and since Jean's mom wanted Jeffrey to have the luxury of his own room, Jean was forced to live in the attic so Jean's mom could look over Jeffrey and Jeffrey had his privacy. When Jean told me of this, I couldn't decipher if she was happy or not.

"I'm sorry for-" Jean began.

"There's nothing to be sorry about!" Arada crooned again.

"No, it's my fault-"

"It's okay, Jean." I said.

"Well, in either way-"

"Everything's all right." Arada and I said at the same time.

"Would you guys stop?! I need to tell you something!" She yelled. "I feel bad that we didn't get to eat the bird."

It was quiet for a while, but then Arada began laughing. Not the haha, but the crazy type. "That's all you care?!" She cried, "Jean, we were spotted!"

Jean tilted her head, "What do you mean?"

"Do you know what district comes after our district?"

"12, why?"

"Well, when you collided into the force field, a few meters to your left, there was a girl. Staring at us!" Then she began laughing again, "So that means...that we have been spied on all our meetings!"

"Arada, calm down! Jean, your mother is here." I moved to the left to show that her mother, just finished climbing, was fuming and mad.

"JEAN! YOU BETTER EXPLAIN FOR YOURSELF, YOUNG LADY!" I saw Jean wince and, her mom, out of breath, begin in a tiny bit softer voice. "I had to negotiate my butt off down there! Nothing could convince them, so I had you and your friends-" she pointed wildly at us, "-to be in the Hunger Games! And you are never returning to that clearing ever again! Oh the pain of losing so much food! You won't have a breakfast or a dinner then! Since I can not stand the sight of you, the Reaping shall be tomorrow!" She stomped down the staircase with that, and slamming the trap door.

"So we're in the Hunger Games." I said evenly.

"See, I told you guys we could be in it!" Arada sniffed.

"We could die," Jean started to stand, "We could so die, and my mom wouldn't care."

I gave her a look of sympathy as her life seemed so hard. I only had a mom for as long as I could remember, since my mom would break in tears when I mention my dad. I never had the problem of not getting enough food though, since I was the only child and there was only my mom, there was nobody to share it with.

Where there was a sad Jean, a new Jean took its place. Anger.

"We have to make a strategy, we have to win." She said.

Arada looked up, "I doubt it. Thirty-six people is a lot."

"It doesn't matter! I need to show my mom I'm not useless! Miley! What is your weakness?!"

The question caught me so off-guard that I didn't have time to lie. "Being smart. I can't decipher between poison ivy or ivy."

"Great, Arada?"

"Speed. That's why I ride a horse."

"That's wonderful! My weakness if strength! And my best point is speed! Arada?"

"Deciphering plants and animals! Duh! That's why I live in a healer family!"

"And mine is strength...God, we all fit together!"

"That's why we need to win!" Jean whined.

Arada nodded, but I had to ask, "But how are we going to win? We need a strategy!"

"Let's ask Gwan!" Arada and I stared at her. Because of how he treated his family, Jean never talked to him, but the fact that she wants to talk to him now means that she's really serious.

"Well, if you want to..."

"If it's alright with you..."

"Then it's settled! Let's go!" Jean took our hands and led us down the stairs.

I saw Jean's mom in the kitchen, and saw her glaring at Jean. What type of mother does that? I didn't have time to think about it because we were out the door and entering the Victors' Village.