Fynn Salasi's P.O.V. (D7)

Scarlett and I sit on the bed in her room, staring at the ground. I can't even explain how mad I am right now. I hate that we were forced to do this. Our dad is such a psycho. I mean, what father would want his own kids to compete in a death match? Honestly, I'm mostly mad because he made Scarlett do it too. She's not ready for something like this. But then again, it's probably best that she's with me and not our dad.

"Fynn, I'm really sorry," Scarlett speaks up.

"For what?"

"Because I shouldn't have volunteered. Or I should've chosen someone else. It's all my fault and now we're both gonna die!" she says, starting to tear up.

"Hey, I told you to pick me alright? It's not your fault. And we are going to make it as far as possible in the Games, I'll make sure of it," I assure her, wrapping my arm around her.

"I don't want you to die trying to save me. I'll handle myself," she says.

"I'll stay with you through the whole thing. Don't worry. How about you go to sleep for awhile? I'll be in the television compartment," I say as I leave the room. She sniffles and nods as I close the door.

Emma Orton's P.O.V. (D8)

I walk up to the door to Dylan's room. As soon as we got on the train, he locked himself in there and hasn't come out yet. He didn't even have lunch with us.

I sigh and knock a few times, "Hey, Dyl, can we talk? You should-"

"Just leave me alone..." I hear him mumble from within. He doesn't sound happy.

"Fine," I sigh and shake my head, "But when you're ready to talk, I'll be in my room."

Then I walk over to my compartment and enter. I take a shower and change into some more comfortable clothes before flopping onto the bed. I find a remote control on the nightstand and pick it up. When I switch on the TV, I immediately notice the top-notch quality of the screen as a recap of the Reapings starts playing.

I watch the other tributes get called, only finding a few that stand out to me. The little twelve-year-old girl from One looks surprisingly intimidating for her small size. District Two is the usual, two volunteers, but they appear to be friends. The girl from District Three passed out, so the escort had to choose the boy's name. District Five is nothing special, but the girl is eighteen and looks like good competition. District Six is two easy kills, it appears. The boy from District Seven kinda scares me with his hard stare and big build. He looks pretty protective over his sister too. Then comes my District...

I watch Dylan's name get called again and see him walk up to the stage. He looks so disappointed and confused. He stands on the stage nervously, obviously having trouble deciding who to choose. He probably knew I would volunteer, but he chooses another person anyways. Then I see myself rush from my section and volunteer. I did it so easily... I feel regret flow through me as I see Dylan's reaction on the screen when he sees me coming up. He almost looks in shock when he turns away and kneels on the ground.

I switch off the TV, too disappointed in myself to watch more. Dylan was truly upset when I volunteered. I can't believe I did that to him! I'm such a horrible person, and it's too late to go back. I just couldn't stop myself.

I shove my head into a pillow and smack my forehead.

"What have I done?"

Clark Larson's P.O.V. (D9)

"There's no chance of you getting her to be your ally, kid," my mentor states as Danielle leaves the room, "She is obviously angry that you picked her."

"Well, I didn't know who else to choose! It's not my fault she stood out so much with that white dress she's wearing!" I explain.

"Well, let's just hope she doesn't try to kill you, but I wouldn't count on it. You're going to have a bad time with that girl."

"Well, any other ideas on who I should try to get an alliance with then?" I ask.

The mentor scratches his chin thoughtfully as he recalls the Reapings, "I would suggest those around your age. Most of the older ones will already be called for, or won't be interested."

"So who would be around my age?"

"There's the kids from Six, maybe Five too, and possibly Seven. Seven might not want allies though. The boy looks like he can handle things himself, and he probably won't trust anyone else around his sister," he suggests.

"Hm...I'll try District Five then, and maybe Six."

"Sounds like a plan."

Jordin Clouke's P.O.V. (D10)

I sit at the opposite end of the room as Fate. We both stare at each other for awhile before I finally decide to say something.

"So what's the big deal anyways?"

"What are you talking about?" Fate asks casually.

"Is there any particular reason why you chose me at the Reapings? I mean, you practically called my name as soon as you reached the stage. What did I ever do to you?"

"It's not what you did to me," Fate says, and I raise my eyebrow, "It's because you were mean to my sister."

I remain silent. I had almost forgotten about that last year. Although, whatever her sister told Fate about me probably wasn't true. I never actually bullied her, I just liked to hang out with the guy that did bully her. I was just there whenever he picked on the smaller kids in school, but I never said anything. I stopped hanging out with him after a little while because he drove me crazy with how he was always bothering people.

"Okay...let me explain," I say, smiling a little, "There has clearly been a misunderstanding."

"Oh, I've heard enough about you, Jordin. My sister made it very obvious to me that you and your stupid friend were always picking on and making fun of her and her friends. That is enough to make me smoldering mad at you, so do you understand why I decided to choose you now, Jordin?" Fate says, standing up and walking closer to me. She rests her hands on the arms of my chair and leans forward until she's only inches away from my face. Her stare is cold enough to freeze lava.

I raise my hands nervously, "Okay, calm down, and please just let me explain!"

She narrows her eyes and steps back, giving me space to finally talk.

"So, I personally never did anything to upset your lovely twin. It was entirely my friend, Trax. And I stopped hanging around him a while after I met him, because he kept picking on people. At first, it was just for fun so I stuck around, but then he wouldn't stop, so that's when I left. I wasn't a part of anything. I'm honestly surprised you didn't pick Trax instead of me, if that's your reason for doing it. Your sister surely must've told you about him. But either way, I apologize for anything I did to upset her."

Fate listens carefully. When I'm done, her expression softens a bit, which makes me feel a bit relieved. I just hope she believes me.

"Alright. She did say that there was another guy, and that he was the one that said most of the mean things. But Tate didn't know his name."

"Oh great. So because she happened to know my name, I got chosen for the Hunger Games? Nice..."

"Exactly. I'm really sorry. I didn't know..." Fate says, looking a little embarrassed.

I sigh, "Well it's too late now. But maybe we can be friends now?"

"Okay."

Jeff Watz's P.O.V. (D11)

"Jeff, come on, how could you be so stupid?" Wendy scolds, pacing back and forth in the compartment, "Why would you pick one of your own siblings?"

"B-because, the Escort said you would want to..." I reply, looking at the ground in shame. I know now that I shouldn't have listened to her. But inside, I'm happy Wendy is here. I would be a mess without her.

"And you believed her?! If you didn't want to do it, what makes you think I would want to come? Huh?!" Wendy yells. I can tell she's extremely frustrated with me. I really don't want her to be upset.

Before I can stop myself, tears start trickling from my eyes. I wipe them away and sniff, "I-I'm really sorry. I didn't know what to do..."

Wendy sighs and seems to have forgotten her anger as she comes over gives me a little hug, "It's fine...we'll figure it out. Maybe we can get some good allies. Then we'll have a better chance, right?"

I nod, "Okay."

"Great. We should go to sleep for the night. We won't arrive in the Capitol until tomorrow morning apparently, so goodnight."

"Night."

Wesley Carter's P.O.V. (D12)

I lay on my bed, staring up at the smooth, metal ceiling of the train. It's hard to believe that it was just last night that I was staring at the ceiling of my own room, in my own house, back in District Twelve. It's weird how one girl saying two simple words could change my life forever. The words were "Wesley Carter", spoken by Sabrina Lopez, the girl tribute from my District. She said them so easily, yet she acted a little strange when she did it. It was like she didn't know what or why she was saying it. I wonder what possessed her to call my name anyways. I mean, I think I've only ever seen Sabrina on a few occasions, but we never talked. Did she have something against my dad maybe? He is the mayor, after all. Maybe he punished someone in her family for something and she wanted revenge? Why would she do that when she must know that he was only doing his job?

I jump out of the bed and walk to the door. I need answers, or there's no way I'm getting to sleep tonight.

I knock on Sabrina's door a few times. A few moments later, I hear someone walking over and the door slides open. Sabrina squints her light blue eyes as light floods into her room. She must've been asleep because she's in her pajamas and the lights are off.

"What?" she asks groggily.

"Hi, can we talk about something?" I ask. She moves aside and gestures for me to come in. She turns on the light as I take a seat in an armchair.

"What is it?"

"Do you mind me asking if you had an issue with my dad or something?" I say, getting right to the point.

She looks a little surprised and confused, "No...why?"

"Hmm...I was just trying to figure out why you decided to call my name, is all."

"Oh, when I was being ushered up to the stage, the Peacekeeper whispered your name into my ear. He told me to choose you. When I asked why, he told me that if I didn't, he would do something to my family. So don't ask me why he made me, I was assuming you would have that answer," she explains.

I frown as I stand up and head towards the door, "Thanks..."

"No problem," Sabrina says as I open the door, but before I close it again, she says, "Hey, I'm sorry for calling your name. Trust me, I wouldn't have done it if it were a different situation. I hope you can understand-"

"I do. It's alright. You did the right thing, and now your family won't be harmed. Goodnight," I say as I close the door quietly.

I return to my room, still as confused as when I left it, but this time it's for a different reason. Now I need to figure out why the Peacekeeper of all people wanted me in the arena, or dead...