A/N :) Happy late turkey day!

I dedicate this chapter to my cousins.

Chapter4

Ellie Farrow,15 y.o, District 6

I wake with a feeling of dread. The air feels heavy and deadly. Today is the last day before I enter into the arena, the last day before the Games.

Slowly, I sit up and stretch my tired muscles. My body feels week and slow -like it use to after I would take my younger siblings for a walk around town - and it takes every bit of strength not to shut out the world and crawl back into my warm bed. Well, it isn't my bed.

At training yesterday, I discovered I have incredible aim, whether it's with an axe, bow, spear, it doesn't matter. With a weapon in my hands, I could kill every last one of my competitors. Their blood could stain my hands. It's not like my goal is to kill everyone I meet, but if it comes down to that then yes, I will kill. I would do anything to give money to my siblings. It's not like I'm the only one that would kill though, I bet half of us will be dead by tomorrow. Well isn't that a pleasant thought.

I honestly don't think the Capitol people get it. We don't just get 'eliminated' or something, we get killed. Suddenly I wish all them dead. What's wrong with me?

Before I can fill my head with anymore morbid thoughts, I get up put on a plain shirt, a pair of pants, and some shoes. After that, I take out one of the many combs available to me and comb through my stick straight black hair. I love my hair, my mom helped me add blue accents to it. My stomach churns. I can't even remember the last time I saw my mom. She died giving birth to Brooke, my youngest sister.

"All tributes' presence are requested in the gathering room," a voice blares from above me. I sigh and look at my reflection in the mirror. My normally warm brown eyes don't look so warm anymore, they look confused, tired, sad. Oh well, here we go.

I leave my room and head to the elevator. The hallway is lit dimly and it has an eerie quality to it that I don't like. Practically every kid that has walked down this hallways has been murdered, murdered for people's entertainment.

I'm going to be one of those murders.

The elevator ride brings out my inner child and I feel like I have switched places with one of my younger siblings. It feels like I am flying. I wonder what it would be like to be a bird, be able to flap my wings and fly into the air, soaring high above everything and everyone. My thoughts are interrupted as the elevator door dings.

I'm not the only one down in the gathering room so far, there are probably at least fifteen other tributes down there and they all look as confused as I feel.

We all wait for five minutes, ten, thirty, one hour, and nothing happens. Some of the others try to take the elevators back, but they won't budge. They probably want us to talk to each other. Fine.

I look around and lock eyes with a girl. She doesn't look away so I decide to walk over and introduce myself.

"Ellie, District 6."

"Kalla, District 1." Kalla has feathery white blond hair, sparkly green eyes, and skin that resembles milk. We both say nothing and we awkwardly look around. "I shouldn't be here," she says finally, "my sister should be. She deserves it." I look at her in shock. What?

"What?"

"I don't trust her. She is perfect. Perfect boyfriend, perfect grades, perfect everything. She says I'm pretty and she says this and that but she is lying, she doesn't care about me. She should be dead." I stare at her in disbelief.

"Kalla, you need to find someone to trust, someone to care about." She laughs.

"Leave District 6, you don't know anything." So I do. I go back to my seat and try to wipe my face from any emotion.

"Ben," someone says from behind me. I spin around and see Ben Kaller, a boy 3 years older than me. I don't really know him, he just went to my school.

"Hi."

"You're Ellie."

"Yeah." Neither of us talk and eventually I get up and walk over to a girl who is sitting alone. I don't know why I am talking to so many different people, but I guess I can't help it. I can't stand being alone.

"I like your necklace," I say. She looks up, smiles, and looks down to her token.

"The heart is from my mom, she placed it in my hands before the Capitol people took her and killed her," she says.

"My god," I whisper.

"Yeah well that's what you get when you had a parent that worked for the rebellion."

"My mom died when I was little and I almost never see my dad."

"I live in an orphanage. The boy from my district, Jason, he lived next to my best friend Zia. She's the one that gave me this." She points to a silver music note on her necklace and then smiles.

"I'm Alaina."

"Ellie."

I can't sleep a wink, I know nothing about what is going to happen tomorrow except for the fact that Alaina has agreed to ally with me. That's good, I need an ally.

The morning comes before I know it and a nurse comes in my room.

"Ellie, I need you to stay still," she says slowly. Wait, what? Before I can say anything, she grabs my arm, jams something into it, and I black out.

I awake to the sharp bite of the wind on my nose. Quickly, I stand up and look around. Where am I? I look down and see that I am dressed in a pair of black running shoes, brown pants, and a blue tank. No wonder I am freezing. Suddenly I realise I am standing on a medal plate.

"Ladies and gentlemen, let the 76th Hunger Games begin!"

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~Sophia