Chapter 5- District 5

Because of a certain user on fanfiction, I am updating again! I also got names quick. Hope you like chappie five, it's for a guest reviewer who gave me some names for district five. Sorry if this chapter bores you. Trust me, as soon as we reach the capitol, the action will begin!

- Kittystar of Windclan

Jason Frowning, 16

I scooped up some of the mush I always eat for breakfast and forced myself to choke it down. Of course, I shouldn't have any trouble with eating it because I've lived in the community home all my life. But everyone in the home was having a hard time eating too. I guess it was because today was the day of the reaping. Ugh. I hate the reaping. It's always so sad to see those children get killed. I remember when I small twelve year old was chosen. She had managed to survive until the last four tributes were left. Then, a girl from district two killed her.

"Jason Frowning! Hurry up and eat! We're going soon." Yelled Ms. Coline, the woman who took care of us. She is maybe in her fifties and has this gravely voice. I don't like her either.

Then I saw one of the only people I cared about run into the kitchen; Sparky Reynolds. She may be small, but don't think you can insult her. "Jason!" She exclaimed. "What are you doing? Everyone is leaving in five minutes and your not properly dressed yet!" I sighed. "Yeah, I know. I'll go get a suit or something on and meet you outside."

I had managed to scrape up something decent in the dresser. A stained and raggedy suit that had some wrinkled black pants. I guess the other boys had gotten the other clothes that were in better condition.

I practically sprinted down the stairs and out the door to catch up with the others. "Wait up!" I called.

"You should've woken up earlier Frowning. Then we might've stopped to let you catch up." Sneers one of the boys. I scowl at him. He and some others are always bullying me. I hope that this year one of them get picked.

"Next." The peacekeeper at the desk calls when we arrive. I stick out my hand and let them take a blood sample. Then I go to my roped area. The lady who does the reaping every year steps out. She has a ton of makeup on and looks so freaky.

"Welcome everyone to the annual Hunger Games!" She smiles broadly and fake cheering is heard. "Alrighty-o ladies first as always. We all know those proper manners." What she says makes no sense at all. I wait as she seems to take forever to dig around the bowl. "Sparky Reynolds. Come up little one!" She is now smiling so gleefully that I think the smile will slip off her face or something.

Then, the name registers in my mind. Sparky! Even though she isn't family, Sparky was like a little sister to me that I always protected. I started to panic. What skills did she have? How could she win? Relax! I try to tell myself.

"Ahem. I said, Jason Frowning." Startled, I look up. Me? Did she say my name? I straighten up and stiffly march forward. Then I walk onto the stage. And for the first time, I see a glint of fear in Sparky's eyes. We shake hands and are taken into the big justice building.

I don't really know anyone who would want to visit me. I'm right, because about ten seconds later, I'm taken to the train.

Shiny. Metallic. Capitol-style. That's the only way I could describe the luxury train. I take a deep breath and step inside.