So I would just like to thank all of you for reading my story. Also I'd like to thank you for the awesome feedback I've been getting from you guys. I honestly don't think I'm as good of a writer as y'all make me feel that I am(blushes big time), but as long as you all are happy then I'm happy !

(Claire Kall POV)

I'm sitting in the pastel colored room saying goodbye to my Dad and Dillan. Neither one of them is too worried about me. I can tell they believe I'll be coming back. Their confidence in me is the best gift I could have right now.

"Make allies with the other careers, Claire. They can help you out." States my Father.

"I will. I'm good with spears and nets. They'll love me." Dad and Dillan smile at this.

"Go out there and kick some butt for me. Show those lames how we Kall's do it." Dillan tries to hold a serious face and winds up laughing his head off. I'm going to miss this I think to myself. I can't remember a day I've gone without the laughter of my friends and family. I'll be back to hear them soon.

I hug them both tightly before they leave. I'll kill anyone who gets in the way of me getting back to my Father and Dillan. The door opens again and Matt comes in. He sits down in the seat Dillan just vacated. He proceeds to tease me. What else would he do?

"So my little Claire's all grown up and going to the Hunger Games, huh?" He laughs softly again as I elbow him in the ribs.

"Yea you have any advice for me, intelligent one?"

"Yep. Come back to me." He leans over and kisses me on the cheek before getting up and walking out.

Guess I know what I'm going to dream about for the rest of the day.

(Ferris "Karp" Rewing POV)

When my uncle, aunt, and cousins came in I was leaning against the window looking out at the distant sea. My younger cousin Catla toddles over to my and wraps her chubby little arms around my leg. Ayu who is shyer stays hidden in her mother's skirt after taking a quick peek at me. My aunt herself still only acknowledges me with her disapproving sniff. I decide that I've had enough of her.

"What is your problem with me?" I demand.

"With you?" she nearly shrieks. "You are an ungrateful beast of a child who doesn't appreciate anything we do for you. We bring you all the way from your wrenched life in District 11 to live here and you won't even accept food we put on the table for you. And since your uncle won't send you back home, go die." With this she turns and storms from the room; Ayu barley keeping a hold on her skirts since, in her anger she's walking extremely fast.

My face is getting hot. I know she's partly right which makes it even worse. I do appreciate my uncle taking me in and training me. But my Aunt is right about the food thing. I'm pretty independent so I am too proud to accept food from tem most of the time. It's not because I'm unappreciative. Usually I just steal food from others. It's not like they'll miss it.

My uncle doesn't have much to say to me. He gives me some advice about what to do in the arena before he takes Catla by the hand and leaves. Soon Ferden and my other "friends" come in to say goodbye.

"So, Shorty, make sure to not get killed." Says Capelin.

"Yes team up with the careers and don't do anything rash. We know how you get sometimes." Adds Ferden.

"And for the love of Panem don't go falling in love with a girl and paying the ultimate price for it. You usually have a crush a day so remember it won't help you live in the arena." This is from Remora in her usual demeaning, snippy tone but, of all three of them she has the biggest point. I can't get sidetracked in the arena. My mind drifts off to Claire Kall almost guiltily but I force it back to the present.

"I'll remember everything. Thanks guys." The three of them gather around and ruffle my hair and pat me on the back before taking their leave. I feel slightly cheered as they left. If my family won't support me at least I have 3 people who I think will.

(Claire Kall POV)

During lunch with our mentors and Toffee Trinket I study Ferris Rewing. He looks nothing like people of District 4. He has cappuccino brown skin, similar to a lot of people from District 11. He has some nasty looking scars adorning his neck and arms almost black eyes, with deep purple rings underneath suggesting a lack of sleep. He looks alright for most of the time but then every once in a while he scowls down at his plate. I decide to take the plunge and talk to him.

"Hi." I say to him. He looks at me swiftly before mumbling a greeting.

"We'll be working together as careers, huh?"

He looks at me full in the face now but can't seem to meet my eyes for more than a few seconds at a time.

"Yeah we will be." He gives me a sort of half smile as he says this. Feeling accomplished I ask him about his non-District 4 looks.

"I was born in District 11. My mother is the town baker. My uncle didn't have kids so he wanted a child he could train. My mother was all for it. She thought I'd have a better life here and I do. That's all really." Ferris says.

"Well I'm glad you live in District 4 instead of District 11, or else you'd have the most atrocious manners." states Toffee. "People for the poorer districts always do."

If Ferris has an opinion on this he does a great job of hiding it. After Toffee's pronouncement lunch is silent until she suggests we go watch the recap of the reapings on television.

(Ferris Rewing POV)

I'm such an idiot. I could barley look at Claire when she was talking to me. At least I managed to get complete sentences out. Remora was right this crazy obsession I have over Claire isn't going to help me.

I feel like strangling Toffee Trinket over her comments about District 11. It may not be my home anymore but it doesn't set well with me to have people dissing the place I came from.

We go to the viewing room and begin to watch the reapings. The other careers-the tributes from 1 and 2-look like they are ready for battle. Both boys are huge and the one from District 1 isn't all there I think. There's also the male from 7 who looks like he could hold his own. The pair from 8 doesn't look necessarily strong but both look as if they tricks up their sleeves. I make a mental note not to trust either of them.

When it's over Toffee reminds us in her chipper way that she'll be waking us up early the next day and that we should get a good night's rest. As I lay there trying my best to fall asleep I can't help but wonder if my aunt was right, and that I'm on my way to go die.

Sorry for the late update. Life is doing its best to get crazy on me again!