Me:OH MY MUFFIN GODS IT'S CHAPTER FOUR! EEK!

Ilene:So what?

Me: I don't know.

Ilene:What are we even talking about?

Me:I'm sooo bored, so I sort of made this person up. He's in the same district as someone we love/hate.

Ilene:Actally I think it's more hate.

Me:After this I'm going to look at prom dresses.

Ilene:You. Are. Thirteen!

Me:Yeah, but I need something for my tributes don't I?

Ilene:Your tribute is a boy.

Me:Yeah, but not many people make boys.

Ilene:I wonder who's reading this.

Me:Me too... So far only one person's reviewed.

Ilene:I'll help at the end of this chapter.

Me:Oh like if you like Hunger Games say something nice about this story?

Ilene:No.

Me:Oh...

Ilene:You should do it.

Me:I don't own Animorphs, or Hunger Games. If I did I would not be dealing with Bobby for he would be below my status.

Ilene:He's under everyone's status.

Me:Though he's close with Carlos.

I looked at my outift. Hmm I look beautiful. Then again I'm always beautiful. I have the boys wrapped around my pinky finger. The bottum of my dress with pink, and blue. The top was no sleeves of course. It's purple with a bunch of beautiful gems. "Hey there" I turned, and smiled. It was my boyfriend Marcus. He took my two hands, and twirled me around. I laughed, and then I felt him kiss my cheek. "I love you" he whispered, and I whispered back "I love you too Marcie." Then we kissed. If only he knew what was undernieth this beautiful face.

I know what's under it. An phyicho insane girl. Marus dug his fingers in my hair. Then he said. "We have to go to the reapings. My sweet." I nodded, and we quietly walked to the reapings. After my finger was pricked I stood with all the other sixteen year olds. Everyone was talking about how they didn't want to get picked. To tell the truth, I wanted to. I wanted ever so much to watch the life bleed out of the neck of my kill.

It scared me, those thoughts. Those are the thoughts of careers. I then decided at that moment something. The excort then said "Ladies first." Oh great. I zoned out of the whole speach, and video! Hmm maybe that's not a bad thing. "Taylor Zexly." I smiled. My blue eyes a lite with excitment, as I walked forward. My dress sweeping my legs. The boys all stared at my perfect figure. I walked smiling as I stood in front of Panem. Then "Now for the boys" the excort. (She's new, and I didn't know her name.) She reached in, and then after pulling it out of course. "Marcus Lentli" my boyfriend, or exboyfriend. We're in the Hunger Games. Kill or be killed. He walked up, and looked at me in the face. "Shake hands" we did. On our way to our goodbyes he whispered. "We can still be a couple right?" I turned, and smiled at him. "I'm sorry Lentli, but now it's nice for Taylor to come out.

I sat on the beautiful couch. My hand rubbing it's fabric. "Three minutes." I looked up to see my mom, and father rush in. They're relationship is weird. You see my mom is a peacekeeper, and my dad is just a sweater maker. They met, and fell in love. This led to that. The capital let them wed. "Tays!" My mother said as I stood up. She hugged me. "Come back" she whispered. "I will mom." I said back. "I will I promuse." Then my father. Who by the way is obsessed with realisum said. "Don't make a promuse you can't keep." I looked at my father, and nodded as my mom realeased me. "I got a plan." I said even though the only plan I had wouldn't work if I didn't have something. Mom, and dad nodded. Mom went over, and put a hand on my cheek. "You're a smart girl Taylor. You can win."

Me:And then she dies by running into Rachel's sword.

Ilene:That's not going to happen.

Me:No.

Ilene:Who'll kill her?

Me:I won't say!

Ilene:Oh yeah. No spoilers for you people.

Me:Yeah!

Ilene:Anyway. REVIEW THIS THING OR I'LL STAB YOU IN THE FACE WITH MY KNIVES! :)

Me:Don't you love the smiley face? I do.

Ilene:Hey this is longer!

Me:Yay!

Ilene:And here's your prize.

Me:OH MY GODS IT'S A MOUTIN OF MUFFINS!

Ilene:Actally it's only five muffins, and

Me:THE HAWKFISH FIGURINE! OH MY GODS ILENE YOU ARE AWESOME!

Ilene:Does this mean I win?

Me:No. You can't win. I'm joking sure you can win. Don't you love this girl, and her knives? I mean it would hurt more than when I was stupid. You know I was...

Ilene:She was making holes in her pencial with her mockingjay pin, and it slipped, and stabbed her finger.

Me:I wiped the blood on my notebook.

Ilene:And the person who's cell book has a bleeding girl called that disgusting.

Me:I had to put the blood somewhere!