So before we get started with our two train ride POVs, Here are the tribute profiles for district seven, which I somehow left out of the last chapter. Sorry SecretChamp!

Nicola Brad is up one minute and down the next. In one word, she's bipolar. It's been a struggle to live with her entire life, but Nicola is not one to go down without a fight. But now that she's been reaped for the games, Nicola knows it'll be even harder to keep up a faced of a normal mood all the time. Can she win the audience over with her good side, or will she lose control?

Keaton Xavier has been the man of the house since age seven. His father died, leaving Keaton to take care of his mother. Luckily he doesn't have any siblings as an extra load, but even so Keaton has certainly grown up faster than most boys his age. Now that he's been reaped however, Keaton knows that the best way for him to protect his mother is to survive the games and find a way home.

And now train rides from Olivia and Kindle!

Olivia McPherson, District 5

"If you don't keep that in mind… there's just no chance," My mentor, Jared, sing-songed as he exited the room. Jax and I waited until the clicking of his shoes disappeared down the train, and then we turned towards each other. I immediately started to cry.

Jax reached for me and then pulled me into a hug. We sat like that for awhile and then he suddenly said, "You'll make it through." I stopped. Me? He needed to make it.

"Not if I have anything to do with it." I sat up and looked into his icy blue eyes. To me, they were the saddest eyes in the world. Especially when he wasn't smiling: right now though, they shot right through me. Not sad, not happy, just furious.

"Don't be ridiculous! Why do you think I volunteered? Because I thought it might be fun to kill a couple people and then be eaten alive by mutants? The only reason I'm here is to make sure you make it. You actually have a chance in life."

I outright laughed at this point. "None of us have a chance! That's the reason the games exist in the first place. If I had a chance, we wouldn't be on this train!" After both our outburst, we sat in silence for awhile. I thought about what Jared had said. He talked a lot, and really fast too, but one phrase I don't think I'll ever forget. "You two aren't that special alone. But together, that's magic. That's sponsors."

He wanted Jax and me to perform for all of Panem. I do like Jax, a lot, but if I were to confess to the whole country I think it might somehow make it fake. It would ruin everything. "You know I'm not going to fake anything in the arena, right?" I said as I looked away from Jax. This was a moment of change. This was a moment that might just determine my life from here on out.

"…Would it be faking for you? Being… with me?" He looked shocked. I've always know that he likes me: and that I've always liked him. But that doesn't change the fact that we're both incredibly shy and too scared to admit it. "Because for me… it's completely real." There. He actually said it. For once in his life, Jax said what he felt.

"No. No. It's… real for me too. But if it's just for the show, just for sponsors, then it's fake. Do you get what I mean?" At this point he laughed. I've always loved Jax's laugh. Unlike the rest of his personality, which is shy and reserved, his laugh is booming and infectious. It makes me giggle too.

As the laughter died out, Jax turned and looked right into my eyes. I closed my eyes and bit my lip nervously. This felt important. Really important.

And then he kissed me.

It was a brief, light kiss, but a kiss none the less. I was so startled that I didn't even realize what was happening, so as he came in my eyes were wide open in shock. He pulled away and I brought my hand to my mouth, wanting to grab onto the kiss and never let it disappear.

"If we're not going to show Panem… if I'm going to make sure you make it through this… then I wanted to get that over with." With that final, solid statement, Jax stood up and left the cart.

I sat, still holding my hand to my lips. Now I'll never be able to let go.

Kindle Vitman, District 11

God I hate her laugh. It's so high pitched and girly, like a tweeting little bird flapping and singing around a room. But you know, one of those birds you just want to punch in the face.

Hope Rivers sat across the cart from me, her shiny black hair pulled into a sloppy bun on top of her head. You know, she isn't even that pretty. She's just rich and mean, and for some reason people find that attractive. I certainly don't.

For as long as I can remember, I've been that kid no one likes. In Primary school everyone would be drawing picture of rainbows and their happy little families, and I'd be scribbling with red and black. Even now, I wear those colors almost exclusively.

"So, do you two darlings have a strategy for the arena?" Our escort, a capitol socialite named Dylanette Murphen, sat at the head of the cart, fluffy her curly silver hair. Our mentor sat next to her, mumbling to himself quietly.

Hope perked up immediately at this point. "I mean, obviously I'll get lots of sponsors." Shut-up. "But I have to make sure no one associates me too much with Kindle." Shut-up. "It would totes ruin my image.

"SHUT-UP!" Dylanette dropped her compact mirror and our mentor suddenly stopped talking. Hope sat up and stared at me, eyes wide.

"And that is exactly why." With that, she stood up and stormed out of the cart. Dylanette glared at me, and then followed. Looks like we know whose side she's on.

Now I was all alone with the mentor, some victor from so long ago I can't even remember his name. He turned towards me, a smile slowly spreading across his lips. "You know Hope might actually be onto something."

"Like the fact that I'm a total loser who won't get any sponsors?"

"No. That maybe you shouldn't associate with her. In the end… people like her get what they deserve. I don't think you would want to be around when that happens." He started chuckling here, and the laugh slowly spread until he filled up the whole cart with his infectious roar. Sometimes I'm a little wacky, but this guy's just creepy.

"Whatever you say man. Right now I've got to go… get some sleep," I lied as I stood up and slipped out of the cabin.

I made my way down the hall, and when I came to Hope's sleeping car I heard sobbing. Naturally, I stopped to listen.

"… And they all said they would volunteer. All of them! Carlin, Norah, everybody! They loved me. And then when I was called, they just sat there. No one even came to say goodbye!"

Dylanette's voice quavered as she responded. "Maybe they thought you were up to the challenge. Or maybe they all got amnesia and don't remember how much they love you!"

"Or maybe they all HATE me!" Hope's quiet sobs then burst into outright cries of despair. I softly chuckled to myself.

If she thinks this is hell, wait until she sees what I have in store for the arena.

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-Zinky