"She's the girl from District 7."

At that moment a thousand questions swirled my mind.

"Do you know why she looks like that?" I immediately asked. His face turned red. "Erm... well, she did ask me not to tell anyone, so... Sorry," he replied.

"No, it's OK," I said, mentally killing myself for asking such a question. "I understand." The atmosphere was kind of tense.

"Well... I'm going to bed now. Bye." He ran out of the room and I sighed.

"He's gone now, Amy," the voice laughed. I stood still. Not that I had a choice anyway. I could feel him behind me, pressing into my back. I bit my lip to stop the tears so hard it drew blood. "Aww, come on Amy, when are you going to break?" A soft sob escaped my lips. I knew he was smiling. "I knew you would. Oh well, time to play another game."

I woke up, drenched in cold sweat. The last bits of my dream escaped my clutches, and I was left clueless as to why I was crying. My clock showed that I had two hours until I the first challenge, so I went to the living room to watch something on an object called a TV. When I walked in there was and old man, surrounded by bottles of alcohol. "Hey sweetie," he slurred, giving me wave. "How's it going?"

"Who are you?" I asked, backing away. He laughed. "Relax, I'm a friend of your parents. They invited me here." Suddenly my mum walked in.

"Haymitch! I told you you needed to control your drinks before you got here!"

"Sorry," he said, putting his drink down. Suddenly he threw up all over the floor. I turned away from the sick sight.

"Er, Amy, could you call your father? And after that go to sleep. You need as much rest as you can. Ugh, Haymitch, stop drinking already!"

Rory and I followed the man to a giant room. There all the other tributes stood, huddled up in a group as if it were cold. Rory walked over to Lucy, and I found Venice and George.

"Are you nervous?" I asked.

"Hell yeah I am!" they both cried in unison.

"But don't worry. Apparently it's easy, although someone is bound to die."

"And who told you that?"

"My friend Ian. Let me call him over. Hey Ian, IAN!"

"What, George?" a boy asked as he came over.

"Amy wants to thank you for the information."

"No I don't!" I protested.

"Shut up, everyone, it's about to start!" Venice exclaimed, her voice filled with dread.

"STAND IN A LINE!" a monotone voice yelled through a number of speaker. Rory and I quickly ran to the end, grasping each others hands when we got there.

"FIVE. FOUR. THREE. TWO. ONE." A loud siren rang through the room. The doors opened, revealing an impossible large room. We all marched into it, shuddering as the large doors behind us shut.

"Your task is to memorise the sequence. Each time, the sequence will get harder. Get it wrong and you will get shot. This challenge will only stop once someone is shot." The task was quite easy for most people, but the girl from District 10 made a mistake and got killed. It was horrible, seeing the bullet penetrate her eleven-year-old skull. I've seen older people get shot, but not young girls. Something happened to the bullet though, and instead of killing her instantly, she was given a slow and painful death. She was still alive to watch us leave. Her cries will never leave me.

Sorry for the short chapter. I just need a little inspiration.