Oooooh... You knew that would happen even if you didn't read the book, didn't you...? So yeah, I'm going to update every week or so. Maybe sooner. Anyway, UMADBRO-yes-DeskFlip, I know the begining is mostly the same. I ment for it to be like that, the same, but also not. And I'm not gonna bring up the whole gods and demigodishness stuff until the actual Games. It gon' be fun...! Onward to the story!

As my sister walks up to the stage, I freeze. Only when I see the tail in her blouse do I get my scenses together.

"I volunteer!" I scream, pushing my way through the crowd. "I volunteer as tribute!" I yell as I finally make it to the front.

"Well," says Effie. "Looks like District 12 finally has a volunteer." The crowd gets silent. When I reached the front of the stage, everyone was supposed to clap and cheer, as an agreement to this, but no one moves a muscle.

Then, one by one, everyone in the crowd put three fingers to their lips, then out to me. Our way of saying "good-bye" to someone you love.

"Where's Haymitch!?" says Effie. Right after she said that, Haymitch made his way across the stage, alcohol bottle in hand.

"I'm here! It's just... Can you open this...?" He says, holding up the bottle. Some of the crowd was giggling, and I was smirking.

"Ohhh no! Now, let's choose our boy tribute," Effie says as she makes her way to the other ball. She picks a name, walks to the front, then reads the name: "Peeta Mallark."

Oh no, I thought. Why him? Surely he doesn't remember what happened a couple years ago... Or does he? Soon after my dad died, we didn't have money, or a mom... But we were starving. And I was scavaging in people's trash for food, we were so hungry.

At a bakery, I was looking though their trash, and the lady of the house opened the window, looked at me, and said if I didn't leave now, she'd call the police. So I listened, sitting against an old oak. After some yelling, a boy came outside, holding burnt loaves of bread. I heard the lady that yelled at me say "You idiot! Why did you drop the bread on the burning coals!? Feed it to the pigs! No one will buy burnt bread!"

He tossed two loaves in the feeding through, then looked around. He through the last loaf my way after he was sure it was clear. I grabed the loaf and ran home. The bread was perfectly fine after I scraped the burnt parts off. My mother, Prim, and I ate the bread until none was left.

Effie broke me from the flashback as she scolds me to shake hands with Peeta. After good-byes, Haymitch, Effie, Peeta and I left, got on the train, and decided we train together when the time comes.

"I'm telling you, she always hits the squirrell right in the eye so we can eat as much meat as possible. I should know. I've been eating them ever scince she started trading with my dad." Peeta says, trying to convice Haymitch of the fact I'm the best archer he's ever seen.

"Well Peeta's always throwing 100 pound bags of flour around the bakery!" I say, trying to draw the atention away from me.

I'm hoping Peeta's response won't be "Have you been stalking me...?"

"Well 100 pounds is not impresive compared to the Careers!" Peeta replied to my relief. So we keep on like that, arguing, until Haymitch yells at us.

"Stop! You two are fighting like children! Katniss, I say you're as good with a bow as Peeta is with 100 pound... sacks? Weights? I don't care!" With that Haymitch excused himself, then Peeta, then Effie, with me trailing behind.

For the parade, well, long story short, I am now known as the girl on fire...

The next morning, we begin training. I can't believe there's only three days until the Games.

Haymitch tells me to stay away from archery, and Peeta away from weights. So I go to the fire-making station, the knots, and the camouflage station. Peeta goes to javelin, knots, and camouflage, which he's amazing at. It was like that the next day, too.

Today is actually here, I thought in awe. That means... Oh no! I only have a couple days left of life, tops. After that happy thought, I met Cinna, (the stylist who put me on fire...) and he gave me my clothes and styled my hair into its usuall braid. When he's done, we sit on the couch, trying to hold back tears. Soon though, a clear tube comes from the ceiling. I step inside, and the tube slides shut. Then the platform begins to move upward, towards light.

Let the games begin! And may the odds be ever in your favor! Kinda short, shmushed together, I know! I just wanted to get to the Games SO baddly! Review or I will get Katniss on you...! XD