*****I own none of the Hunger Games characters or the Hunger Games. My OC's are mine though.

Chapter 2

I sighed as I stood in line with the other girls of my district. They were all dressed in dresses and heels, while I had on the only pair of jeans I owned that didn't have holes in them and a white t-shirt. I had my cowboy boots on and my knife tucked on the inside of my left boot. I never went anywhere without it if you can't tell.

I could easily see the guys, because Kota and Night were so much taller than the other boys and I knew Hype, Munch and Tiger were there with them. Just then the escort for District 9 walked on stage. Her appearance is weird as I like to say. Her fire orange hair was everywhere on her head. And her red and yellow dress only made her look more like a fire. And that would be Tully Minke the escort for District 9. I zoned out through her speech as the guys smiled at me trying to calm all of our nerves.

"And now without a moment to spare let us draw our lucky lady," she said sticking her hand in the bowl of names.

I drew in a shaky breathe, I could just sense bad everywhere. She pulled a piece of paper out and opened it.

"Star Weakley," she called out as I breathed out.

Everyone turned and looked at me as I walked to the aisle. The Peacekeepers were ready to escort me. When I start walking with them to the stage I could see everyone staring.

"TAKE A FUCKING PICTURE IT LASTS LONGER!" I yelled surprising everyone.

"STRIKE!" I heard Kota shout.

"NO STRIKE!" Night was next.

"NO NOT STRIKE!" Tiger.

"STRIKE!" Munch.

"NO STRIKE PLEASE NO!" Hype yelled.

I looked back to see that they were trying to get to me. The Peacekeepers were doing everything they could to keep them back. I walked up on stage as Tully smiled at me. I rolled my eyes; I could go without the peppiness.

"And now for our lucky gentleman," she said sticking her arm in the other bowl.

I closed my eyes and prayed that it wasn't one of the guys. She pulled the slip out and opened it.

"Scott Moore," she called as I let out another breath thankful it wasn't one of the guys.

He was no older than thirteen. He was escorted to the stage and walked up to where I was standing. He looked like he was about to pass out. He had light brown hair and scared hazel eyes. He was super skinny, so I knew he was a poor kid of District 9.

"Here are this year's tributes for District 9," Tully called out.

We were roughly escorted into the Justice building and each of us were thrown into a room. I ran my tongue across my top teeth like I always did when I'm pissed. I stood there looking at the basic room. Soon the door was busted open and 5 bodies attached to me.

"No Strike God no," was what they were saying, but at different times.

"Guys I'm coming home and you know I can," I said.

"Star you know people die in this. Even if they all kill each other you're going to have to kill the last one," Kota said looking me in the eye.

I sighed; I was scared now they never call me Star.

"I know," I said looking down.

"We love you and we support you the whole way. Come back home to us Strike," Tiger said.

"I will."

"Show them how you got your nickname," Night laughed.

"Ohh I will, I love you guys."

"Love you too," they said walking out as daddy walked in.

I ran to him and started balling my eyes out. I couldn't imagine what will happen to daddy if I do die.

"It's ok baby girl, you'll come home I know you will. You're amazing with knives and I've taught you what to look for to eat. You know how to build fires and shelters from all the camping with the guys. You have just as much knowledge by staying home as those other kids do going to fancy academies," daddy said hugging me.

"I know daddy," I said wiping my tears.

"I'll be looking at the stars. They always tell me how my baby girl is doing."

"Daddy," I said.

"Sing me a song baby girl to get your mind off of it."

'It's a four letter word
A place you go to heal your hurt
It's an altar, it's a shelter
One place you're always welcome
A pink flamingo, double wide
One bedroom in a high rise
A mansion on a hill
Where the memories always will
Keep you company whenever you're alone
After all of my running
I'm finally coming

Home - the world tried to break me
I found a road to take me
Home - there ain't nothing but a blue sky now
After all of my running,
I'm finally coming... Home,'

I sang.

"That's my baby girl, now you're coming home to us," he said hugging me and kissing my forehead. The Peacekeeper came in telling daddy he had to leave.

"You're always the Star in my sky."

I was sitting on the train on its way to the capital. The scared kid beside me won't stop shaking and it's really irritating.

"Can you calm down?" I asked.

"I'm going to die," was his response.

"Ok we're going to have to change that attitude, because I'm going to want to kick your ass before we get there. Now let's see what we have here to have fun with," I said looking around for some source of entertainment.

I smiled finding a fancy radio…I think. I pushed the on button and instantly it started playing the song my mind. I smiled going over to Scott and grabbed his arms pulling him up to dance goofy. After I started doing crazy stuff he finally cracked a smile and started to dance too.

'She makes a wish on every single star she sees
Yeah, somewhere deep down she still believes
Prays every night before she goes to bed
Pretty soon her luck is gonna change
She just doesn't know it yet

She's a wildflower just waitin' on a sunny day
Just waitin' on the wind of change to blow
Just a red hot spark that's lookin' for a little flame
Yeah, trying to find the perfect place to grow
She's a wildflower,' I started singing the middle of the song.

"Well what do we have here a little party," Tully said coming in turning the music off.

"I'm sorry, I was trying to cheer him up," I apologized.

"It is fine sweetie and I must say you have a beautiful voice," she said.

"Thank you," I smiled.

"Are these the runts?" a guy asked walking in.

He looked to be about late twenties muscular build. He had short black hair and bright green eyes. He looked at me with an unimpressed look and I glared at him.

"So you do have some fire," he said looking at me.

"My nickname's Strike for a reason," I said.

"And why's that?"

"I always strike first."

"Nice, I like that knife in your boot by the way," my eyes widened as I looked at him.

"I'm Conner, it's going to be fun training you, I can see that for sure," he smirked.

Songs Credits: Gwyneth Paltrow- Coming Home, Lauren Alaina- Wildflower.