Hola! (I think that's how you spell it.) To my Spainish speaking friends. That's what a kid in my LA class said. Or that's what my LA teacher said he said. That people in Spain speak Spainish. The teacher face-palmed. It was funny. So… 5 reviews bitches! (as my stepsister would put it. She's rubbing off on me.) We have more than half the reviews for my story How the Hunger Games Should Have Been. Please check it out! Enjoy the chapter! And I'll shut up.

Harry

I can't believe that bitch punched me in the fucking face! I forgot that spell Tonks used after Malfoy broke my nose. Damn. I'm gonna fucking kill that son of a bitch. (This is kinda a repeat of Harry last chapter, but I don't care.)

Anyways, after that tard punched my face, chaos ensued. Too bad. I wanted everyone to see what that jerk did to me, and have Hermione magically fix it, then it would be the best thing eva! We would be the kings, and queen, of this party!

I just want that dude that punched me to get what he deserves. A good punch in the face, and a couple of trick spells I memorized from Snape's old potions book. That would be hilarious.

Katniss

Why the hell did Gale just punch that douchebag? I mean, he was rude, he kissed me, and he's a total prick, but we're trying to make peace with these people, not piss them off!

I stood next to Gale, and waited to see what would happen. Everyone started freaking out.

Percy and Annabeth had a make-out session, people started fighting about what happened, Eragon and Arya were arguing that it definitely wasn't funny, and, funniest of all, Harry was glaring at us, apparently pissed that he didn't get a longer kiss, and also that his nose was broken.

Gale and I just stood there, watching as hell broke loose. Someone punched somebody, and Peeta was struggling to get out of the fight.

"Get off me!" Peeta yelled at somebody that was clinging to his arm. They let go. Peeta walked over to us and stood on my left, while Gale stood on my right.

"This is kinda funny!" I yelled, so that they could hear me over the fight.

Gale nodded his head in agreement, and said "Yeah, but they're destroying your house! Try and get them to stop, so that you have less to do later!"

I nodded my head, then screamed as loud as I possibly could. About half the people stopped to look, then walked over, trying to get me to shut up. I kept screaming, somehow getting louder, causing the rest of the people to look in my direction. Once I saw that they weren't going to keep fighting, I stopped screaming. My throat hurt, but oh well. I addressed them, my throat a little croaky. "Okay, if we're going to join you people and your quest, then we can't do that. Tear apart my house and fight. Nope, you guys are going to have to learn to get along. Because when you guys started fighting, it was not pretty. So, please, can you just learn to get along? Or else you'll have to forget about us joining you."

Everyone started murmuring, and getting in their groups. The wizards on the couch, which they had put back together; the elves by the window, next to their dragons; the hyper people (demigods) in the middle of the room, in a circle; us, the people form Panem, the crapiest place to live in the whole world, in the kitchen.

Then, everyone, besides us, gathered in a giant circle in the middle of the room. After a few minutes, they backed out of a circle, and their leader, the person named Jason seemed to be their leader, approached us.

'We'll get along, from this point forward, if you join us," Jason said.

"Great." Peeta replied, truly meaning it.

So, did you like the chapter? Sorry that it wasn't longer, but I've been busy. Please review!

~ Choco