1 year later

Katniss and Petta are both dead. They were entered again into the arena for the 3rd quarter quell, which states that the tributes will come from the remaining pool of victors. It's all a little lucky that, this was the rules of the quarter quell just as a rebellion was about to take place. All the tributes worked hard to try to get the games stopped but it never worked.

3 days into the games, Katniss and Petta were in an alliance with Finnick and Johanna. Katniss was murdered in her sleep by Johanna, who Petta then killed, just as Finnick stabbed his trident into Petta's stomach multiple times. The rebellion died along side them, as well as a little piece of Gale.

Me and Gale would still go hunting together but it wasn't the same, he was always thinking about Katniss and I had to steer him away from alcohol many times as that would not help his family survive without him. But Gale pulled through as always and is slowly recovering over time.

Today is reaping day of the 76th annual hunger games. I get up at dawn, trying not to wake my siblings or mother who came home late from work last night. I pull on my jacket and boots, and slowly walk across town towards Gale and My woods. I slowly try to put my thoughts together both my siblings are 13 which means they are eligible to be picked. I could only volunteer to save Lilly if I needed to, so what about harry? How would they eat if I was picked?

The unanswered questions die down when I see Gale, everything makes more sense with him around. Just his presence makes everything better, but he's a bit edgy today with it being the games and all.

"Hey Gale" I say, sinking down to the ground next to him

"Hey Cassie"

"Gale, how many times is your name in that bowl?"

"57, but this is my lasts year, how about you?"

"Only 19 times and I only have 2 more years left"

"Well may the odds be ever in your favour" he says in a fake Capitol accent.

" if I do get picked, look after them? They won't survive 10 minutes otherwise"I beg

"That was always going to happen"

" and I will do the same for yours if it happens to be you"I reassure him

Me and Gale return back to our own homes and start preparing to get ready for the reaping.

My mother has laid out one of my old Capitol dresses, it is a summer frock which is yellow with a fitted belt and pinched at the waist to show off my figure. I put it on and look in the mirror. Staring back at me, is a girl I used to recognise, she was the no care in the world girl, the spoilt Capitol girl. This is the first time, I felt vaguely pretty since we moved to district 12 and I don't like it, I don't like remembering the old me.

"Hurry up Cassie, you're going to be late for the reaping" shouts my mother

"Coming" I shout back

"Good luck my children" shouts my mother as we leave the house.

I walk hand in hand with Lilly and Harry to the square, where the peacekeepers are putting the last touches to the stage and surrounding areas. We get our fingers pricked, where Lilly starts to cry at the pain, but before I have time to comfort her she is being taking away to the 13-year-old section by peacekeepers. I walk confidently over to the 16-year-old girls section, cautiously looking around for Gale. I spot him in the 18-year-old section and he gives me a wee wink, which gives me support. He knows me so well.

Before I can return the favour, Effie trinket walks onto the stage. She is wearing the most beautiful red sparkly high-heeled shoes, however she cannot walk very well in them. Her dress matches her shoes which is also red and sparkly with a large bow to one side, her hair is in the usual Effie trinket up-do. She waddled over to the microphone before introducing the mayor of district 12.

He gives a mind numbing boring speech about panel before handing back the stage to Effie. Effie trots over to the girls reaping bowl, her hand rummaged from side to side before picking up two names. She drops one back into the bowl and walks back to the microphone. She starts to open the card and pauses for great effect before reading the name. "Cassie Green"

My only thought was how obvious that it was going to happen. Snow was just that transparent. As I walk towards the stage, my mothers muffled cries can be heard through the silence. The crowd is probably staring at me thinking they we have another pathetic underfed bloodbath tribute again this year. But no, I will fight I will come home.

Effie congratulates me on being the lucky chosen one before tottering off to the boys bowl. She grabs a name from the top and walks back to the microphone.

She reads the name and I head myself gasp.

Timothy Hawthorne.

I instantly look to Gale, he looks confused and he doesn't know what to do. Everyone in the district know about our friendship so they are as shocked as we are. But then the saviour comes in.

A scrawny 17-year-old boy from the orphanage steps forward and volunteers. Timothy is sent back to the 14-year-old section with a confused expression on his face. No one knows why Steve Backshaw volunteered but I am eternally grateful for it.

Effie asks us to shake hands and we do, he leans in and whispers in my ear "I'm going to die anyway, might as well save a little kid"

I drop his hand and give him a massive hug on stage in front of the whole of panem, he returns the hug. Peacekeepers lead us away to waiting rooms where our visitors will meet us to say goodbye. The inside of the room is a rich red with intricate patterns on the sofas and cushions. The walls are a dark cream, with a carpeted floor which is rare in district 12.

As I sit down on the sofa, Lilly, Harry and my mother come rushing in. We all embrace in a big bear hug before I say my individual goodbyes to each of them. My mother takes off her engagement ring and hands me it, she wants it to he my token, so I have a bit of them and my father in the arena. This sentimental gift brings the tears back on again. They soon are dragged out by the peacekeepers.

My next and last visitor is Gale, he gives me advice on how to stay alive but I am not paying attention, I am looking at Gale trying to remember him thoroughly before he has to go. I begin to say my final goodbyes to him when he stops me with a kiss. I had never thought of him like this, he had just confused me. He was suppose to be like a brother but maybe he liked him? I just kissed him back but all too soon the peacekeepers came in.

The peacekeepers escort me and Steve to the train where camera crews are all waiting to get photos or comments of us. Neither of us saying anything or smile, we walk straight onto the train. However Effie makes us stand at the window and wave 'happily' before the train is allowed to leave.

The train however is not as posh as I used to have but Effie still brags on about it. I make it sound like I am so shocked by the beauty but I couldn't care. I sit on a isolated window seat, away from the group trying to catch a glimpse of my home before it vanishes away. I am dreading returning to the Capitol where all the bad nightmares are. Who knows if I will ever see district 12 again?