A/N So there was some confusion in the last chapter about a certain character named Trent, he is not Brant from District Zero but a Capitol citizen, Brant is with a different alliance. Just clearing that up. Anyways, ENJOY!

~Twiff Opal~

At Two PM, Ninety-Three days ago, my brother, Traxlin, my best friend, Jessamine, and I were caught robbing a food store.

At Three PM, Ninety-Three days ago, Traxlin had ten lashes.

At Three Twenty-Seven PM, Ninety-Three days ago, Jessamine got served her ten lashes.

At Three Fourty-Eight PM, Ninety-Three days ago, I spat at the head Peackeeper.

At Four Ten PM, Ninety-Three days ago, I was sentenced to seventeen lashes.

Three days ago, at Twelve Thirty-Seven, I was chosen to enter the Hunger Games.

I have Super-Autobiographical Memory, I remember everything everyday, down to the second. I know how to use every weapon, even though I am too scared to try them. I have practiced with a steel baton, and knives. Either will do.

"Twiff!" I hear someone yell. I look up from my plate of mashed potatoes and steak to see Rebel walking over with Oriana from District Five.

"Hello Oriana," I say. "Rebel, whats the plan?" I ask.

"I thought you might have one." He says. I sigh.

"We have a long distance fighter, Oriana, and two mid to close range fighters, you and me." I tell him.

"Why do we have a plan? I see why we need one but tributes usually make plans only if they are going to kill. I'm all for defending but I don't want to truly attack and kill someone for the fun of it like those careers." Oriana states after little thought. I look at her and follow her gaze towards the group of Careers from District One and Two. The four of them seem to be talking tactics while looking off in the Directions of the tributes from their first alliance. The four from Districts Zero and Four don't pay attention to the other kids making fun of them such as the Capitol kids across the room. I see that the pair from Nine, Zanther and Kyla, split up from the Careers after their fight this morning.

"Twiff?"

It's so strange knowing the names of every single kid here and knowing that they will all die in a matter of days.

"Twiff?"

My alliance has to make a plan so that the others won't kill us.

"Twiff? Are you alright?"

Should we run to the Cornucopia and try to get weapons? Or should we only send one?

"TWIFF!"

I look up to see Rebel staring at me, wide eyed.

"Um yeah sorry I was thinking." I mutter. I hear Rebel chuckle.

"What about? Strategy?" Rebel asks. I lean back in my chair and run my fingers though my sandy blonde hair.

"I was thinking, is it a good idea for all of us to run in and get weapons, or is it better for only one or two of us?" I ask. Oriana sighs and looks at the clock on the wall.

"Well I don't see the point of all of us dying." Oriana says. Rebel and I look at her, mouths wide open. "Well I don't. I think only one of us should run in. If there is a bow and arrow by me I'll grab it and defend from afar. Rebel you said you are getting better with an axe right?" I look at Rebel with my left eyebrow raised. He didn't tell me this.

"Well yeah bu-" He starts to say but Oriana cuts him off.

"So you should run in, Twiff can pick up a few knives closer to her and defend me. You get your axe and we're good. We will be fine in these games and remember, two of us can win. One of us is bound to die before the end." I gasp at what Oriana says. "It's the truth, having an alliance even as big as just the three of us, it's hard to keep us all alive." I look away from Oriana and towards Lake Michaels of District Two.

"So what your saying is that having a big alliance isn't always in your favor?" I ask Oriana.

"Precisely."

"I see what you're saying." I tell Oriana as I recall last years games where half the careers had died before the feast. I remember every moment of that games, from Lily Hart of District Two, exploding before the Games began, to Will Finnigin letting Jennifer Calendar get killed and every movement Ambrosia Barrington made on Anila Gold in order to win. I have learned so much from these games, I'm it will help me in the long run.

"Twiff?" Rebel says. I look at him. "We need to stick together until the end." He grabs my right hand in his left and Orianas left hand in his right. "Just the three of us."

~Rebel Heart~

I let go of my allies' hands when I get weird looks from the Head Gamemaker. He seems to be keeping a close watch on today's lunch. I guess he doesn't want another fight like yesterday.

"Twiff, Oriana, I'm going to get more food. Would either of you like anything?" I say as I stand up. They both shake their heads. I step away from the table and make my way to the buffet set before all of us. At the table ahead of me is the girl from Four, she turns and smirks at me. I raise my eyebrows as I take in the gorgeous girl. I look down and fill my plate with some sort of meat and shake my head to get the girl out of my mind. I can't let people's looks get between my allies and me.

When I reach the end of the table I hear a trickling sound to my right. I look to see a stream of water coming from above. I look up, then turn away from a gamemaker's 'man parts' as fast as I can. He looked really drunk from what I saw. I grab a bottle of a bubbly drink and bring it with me to the table. As I sit down I ask the girls a question.

"Did you guys see that gamemaker?" Oriana shudders.

"I saw way too much of that man." Oriana mutters while shuddering once more. I look at the clock to see that there is only five minutes left of lunch, I scarf down my food as fast as I can. I had just finish drinking my drink as we were herded out into the training area.

A/N Sorry to the creator of Rebel, I didn't want it to be this short but there isn't much more I could do this chapter, but you'll get to see all of the characters once more before the games at the interviews, next chapter is the Afternoon with District Eleven!