A/N- So guys, for all those drama/romance lovers, this is the chapter. Please, please review. I'm losing my energy. If you don't like this story, I have an idea that I could start on, and leave this story behind. Please review. I am begging you.

District Nine

I slipped in one of the alleys and sank to the ground. I looked around to make sure no one can hear me or see me. Taking out my song book, I began to sing.

"Tell me quickly now.

All that can see.

Lead me out

Of this perfect misery

I'm falling down

Fa-falling down

I'm crying now

Cr-crying now

No one's left

It's just me

They all are dead

From this perfect misery

I'm falling down

Fa-falling down

I'm crying now

Cr-crying now

Tell me quickly now.

All that can see.

Lead me out

Of this perfect misery"

"You have a nice voice." A guy said to my left. I jumped out my skin. I picked up my song book and began to run.

"Wait! I never caught your name." he grabbed my arm, and I looked behind my shoulder.

"I never caught yours either."

"Then I'll start. Rye. Rye Mellark." I sighed, and then turned around.

"Primrose Everdeen. I was named after my ancestor."

"But that's a girl name. If you had the exact name of your ancestor, then the last name wouldn't have changed when she had children."

"She kept her maiden name."

"Cool. Do you have…any other songs?" I tensed up. He wasn't supposed to hear me in the first place.

"Yeah." I said reluctantly. He sat down.

"May I?"

"No. You may not." I glared at him as he shrank back, and then chewed my lip. "Oh, all right. Not a soul hears." He promised me he wouldn't tell anyone about my gift. I decided with a song that's been passed down in my family. "Deep in the meadow, under the willow. A bed of grass, a soft, green pillow. Lay down your head, and close your sleepy eyes. And when again they open, the sun will rise. Here it's safe. Here it's warm. Here the daises guard you, from every harm. Here your dreams are sweet, and tomorrow brings them true. Here is the place, where I love you." I finished. He clapped.

"Maybe we can, sometime, hang out." Was he asking me to be his friend? Like, my friend? I'm the biggest loser of the century! I sing and heal. People are going to say oh, pretty voice! Yeah. It will so help me when I'm in the wheat fields.

The Reaping

I'm heading to the square, and there was this girl trying to tie her shirt into a bow at the back, and failing. I stopped and tried to help her.

"Here. There's a bow." She smiled shyly at me and ran back inside her house. I just had time to catch sight of her shirt hanging out of her skirt, like a little tail.

I finally arrived at the square and walked up to the platform. I could feel there gazes on me. I loved it. I reached into the bowl, grabbed a slip of paper dramatically, and read the name loud and clear.

"Primrose Everdeen!"

"Lyla Grenner!"

"Jun Tai-Lou!"

"Rye Mellark!"

This girl named Lyla walked up to me and told me they decided Primrose and Rye would be going in, and I announced it. Good job, Victoria Baning, I told myself. President Snow will see that and maybe next year make me get a higher district. Then Rye marched right up to Lyla and said

"We never chose that! She's lying!" Good job he did it quietly.

"Hey, man. It's over, I already announced it!" Rye glared as Lyla strutted off the stage; Jun shivering as I physically had to carry him off stage. What a wimp. After I assured him he wasn't going into the Hunger Games, he stumbled over home. Rye was talking to Primrose, and I almost gasped. Usually, tributes ignore each other. Maybe…allies? Something to think about? Maybe I can pull a victor this year!

District Ten

I straightened my raggedy tie and the butcher looked down on me. He nodded. Although the butcher wasn't very affectionate, he was all l had. He was like a father to me. We walked in silence to the square.

"One day, President Snow's gonna be overthrown by all the protesting." I looked at him in surprise. A statement out of the blue.

"What I'm trying to say, son, is that if you go in that Hunger Games, fight and don't stop. Don't make any allies. Don't be afraid to attack and defend yourself."

"I'm probably not going in…."

"You're going in."

"How do you know?" He gave me a sad look.

"I know." That scared me. This might sound weird, but the butcher knew certain stuff. He said it was going to happen, and it did. One day he woke up screaming in the middle of the night and told me that his wife was going to die tomorrow while she was still researching in District Eleven. That day was March 14. A week later we got a letter saying his wife got extremely sick and died March 15.

We finally arrived at the square and the escort picked the girl name.

"Bryn Starwood!"

"Areli Brown!"

Two girls walked up. One girl was nervous and stumbled her way there. Another girl walked with her head high, but she obviously didn't want to go in. To that Bryn name, a guy next to me stepped forward in protest. Then the escort called the boys.

"Jack…um…where is his last name?" I stepped up, and walked to the escort.

"Well you're not very bright are you?" I mumbled. Then louder I said, "I don't have a last name." She glared at me. She then called some Ronnie boy next. The tributes talked, not letting me or that nervous girl in, and they said that they had decided that the nervous girl and I had to go in. The escort of course said my name first so I couldn't protest, then the girl's. Then that guy who stepped up earlier said something.
"She can't go in! She's my sister! No, no, no! What about the other girl? She looked pretty confident!" With every word he walked a step further until the Peacekeepers dragged him away still shouting and protesting. The butcher looked at me and mouthed one word, Fight. I walked away, not looking back. The girl jogged trying to talk me into being allies, and I walked faster. I left her in the dust.

I will fight.