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Chapter Two- Hope

I stumble up the steps, nervously. I hadn't prepared for this. My parent's had told me that I wouldn't get picked. Yes, I've always been nervous but I've never imagined that I'd actually get reaped. As soon as I reach the stage my crying parents fling their arms around me and hold me tight. I feel like crying but I know I have to be strong.

"Now, it's time to pick the male tribute," Effie says, her voice still sad.

She walks over to the large glass bowl and grabs a slip. She walks back to the microphone and says in a clear voice, "Jesse Davies." I don't know him. I pull away from my parents and take my place next to Effie while the male tribute climbs the steps up to the stage. He has blonde hair and his skin looks golden, like he's just come back from a sunny place like District 4. He is thin, too thin and I know he doesn't go to my school because I know everyone at Panem High.

The mayor says another speech and orders us to shake hands when he finishes. We do as he says and then we are led into the Justice Building and given rooms to use for an hour. My parents don't come since they'll be mentoring me but Prim, my grandma and my grandpa do. "I'm so sorry," grandma sobs and I pat her back.

"I-I'll be fine," I stutter, trying to hold my tears in. I pull away and hug Prim tight.

"Promise me you'll try," she sobs. "Try to come home."

"I promise," I whisper as a tear swims down my cheek.

Once again I pull away and walk into my grandpa's open arms. "You can hunt, you are quiet like your mom, you can draw and paint like your dad," he says in a tear-filled voice. "You can do this."

I nod, unable to speak and squeeze him tighter. A Peacekeeper comes into to tell them that the time is up and they stumble out after hugging me again.

Next is Lilly and Daisy. They fling their arms around me in a group hug and I'm surprised by their loud sobs. Do they really care about me this much? "If anyone can win, it's you," Lilly sobs.

"Lil, I'm not so sure," I admit and she pulls away, frowning.

"You are going to try, right?" she asks and I nod.

"Please, come home," Daisy speaks up.

"I'll try. I love you guys. Lilly make sure you tell Joey that you're in love with him and Daisy you do the same for Bobby," I order and they nod abruptly and then they're ordered out.

Next up are my dad's mom and dad and brothers. My two uncles put their arms around me and we stay that way for about 30 seconds. I have to pull away finally or I won't have much time for my grandma and grandpa. I turn and I'm in my grandpa's arms right away. "With a mom like Katniss and a dad like Peeta they'll make sure you get out of there," he sobs.

"B-but District 12 hasn't won in fifteen years. What makes you think that I could win?" I ask, shakily.

"Your parents will do anything to get you home, anything!" he insists and I nod, knowing that if I disagree he might be angry.

I pull away and turn and there she is- the grandma that has never been a real grandma. She hasn't once told me she loved me, she has barely looked at me once in fifteen years and now… here she is. I'm surprised at the sight of her puffy red eyes. I stand still unsure of what to do when she puts her arms around me in a hug. I freeze. Is she really doing this? I put my arms around her too and listen to her sobs. "I-I know I haven't been the grandma you wanted and I'm sorry. But maybe we can change that if-if you come home," she sobs and I nod.

"Times up!" I sigh. I finally get shown some love off my grandma and now they have to go.

I reluctantly pull away and they slowly walk out. I sit down on a leather seat, feeling sick and tired. I-I just want to go home. A surprisingly sober Haymitch barges in, in a rush. "Listen," he orders, putting his hands in mine and pulling me so I'm standing. "As soon as you're in the arena find water. You can hunt for food and climb trees to sleep. Get the nearest backpack in sight and get out of there, don't fight!"

I nod, realising he mentored for years ages ago. "Only team up with people you trust, okay?" he asks.

"Okay," I whisper.

"Trust the boy," he says and I furrow my brow in confusion.

"Times up!" a Peacekeeper yells.

"The boy, trust him. I know him- he's strong," Haymitch says, walking backwards towards the door.

"Wait, Haymitch! What boy?"

"Je-" before he can finish a Peacekeeper barges through the door and pulls my grandpa out of the room by his sleeve. No one else comes and it gives me time to think about all the advice everyone has given me. Who's the boy Haymitch was talking about? He probably got told by his friends in the other districts who got picked. Maybe he was talking about Jesse. I shake my head and drop it into my hands. As much as I don't want to say it… Jesse does not look strong. I don't think he's the boy that Haymitch was talking about. So, who is?

Jesse and I are led to the train so we can head to the Capitol. Maybe I'd be excited if I wasn't going there to die. As soon as we're inside the doors close behind us. I stare out the window and watch my family crying in the platform. I'm never going to see them again. I feel a pair of eyes on me and turn to see its Jesse. It's then that I notice his eyes. They are a beautiful sea-green colour. He looks a lot like Finnick with the golden skin, blonde hair and green eyes. I shake my head, forgetting the stupid thoughts that had just popped into my mind. "Hope!" a voice squeaks and I don't have to turn around to know who it is.

"Hi, Aunt Effie," I greet in a whisper.

She steps in front of me, blocking my view of Jesse and puts her arms around me. "I'm so sorry," she cries. I pull away, seeing my parents walk into the room. I run into their arms and I hold them just as tightly as they hold me.

"You-you can do it," my mom says, but it sounds like she's reassuring herself. I shake my head and then remember Jesse. I feel kind of bad knowing that my parents are only going to be thinking about me and not him. He's just going to die. I pull away quickly and wipe the few tears that I had cried. I turn around to say something to Jesse. I don't know what I was going to say but whatever it was it didn't come out because he was already gone.

Jesse

I don't know if I can do this. He promised I would be the one to come out alive but looking at the family makes me question if what I'm doing is right. He promised me a large house and lots of money but is it worth it? The parents are already heartbroken at the thought of their daughter going in the arena, so what are they going to be like if I kill her or if someone else does? It's then that I decide I'm not going to go through with that plan. But I will do what the drunk guy said- Even if it means not coming out alive.

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