Okay, so this is my first ever attempt at a fanfic. I hope it's alright, constructive criticism would be greatly appreciated :)

Scarlett Williams sighed heavily as she tied off the bandage that covered the last of a series of deep scratches that ran down Fala's arm. "What was it this time?" She asked her friend as she tidied away the array of medical supplies.

"You know I can't tell you Scarley" Fala smirked. "Not till you're nineteen anyway"

"Must have been pretty bad though" Scarlett said, plopping down on the hospital bed beside Fala.

"Yeah, the capitol wants it to be bloody this year, it being the ninety ninth and all" Fala replied. A feeling of worry crossed her mind. She didn't know what she would do if Scarlett was reaped. She was seventeen and her name had to be in there about fourty times.

Seeing Fala's worry, Scarlett smiled reassuringly. "Relax Fala, I'm not gonna get reaped" she said, not quite beleiving it herself. "Half the district has more tesserae then me"

"I know, but last year that girl only had her name in once and she was chosen"

"Fala, trust me" Scarlett smiled. "It won't be me"

Fala smiled back, grabbing her bag from the desk. "Come on then, we'd better get ready"

"Rooftops again?" asked Scarlett, glancing outside to see the streets packed with people.

"Of course" grinned Fala, leading the way to the skylight in the hallway that the pair had used so many times before. Fala leapt up and grabbed the handle, pulling it down and causing the glass to seing down with her. In an instant, she had scrambled up onto the roof, closely followed by Scarlett, who closed the skylight behind her.

The two girls jogged across the rooftop of district five's research center cross hospital, leaping to the next roof as they reached the end. Scarlett felt happy as she ran and jumped. When she was flying across the rooftops she felt so free. Like a bird, looking down at the slow pedestrians and laughing from the sky.

Fala and Scarlett went their seperate ways after about five minutes. Fala running across the rooftops to her apartment building a few blocks away while Scarlett climbed the drainpipe and scrambled onto the ledge outside her window, quickly unlocking it and clambering inside.

She closed the window, glad to be away from the noise and fumes from her districts many power plants.

"Mom, Dad, Mira? You guys at home?" called Scarlett, deciding that they had already gone to the reapings after receiving no answer.

She quickly changed out of her labcoat into a floaty green shirt that matched her emerald eyes, and a pair of denim shorts with black tights. She wasn't the sort to wear dresses, and avoided them as much as possible. Her mother often joked that she'd most likely get married in jeans and a hoodie.

Scarlett smiled as she looked in the mirror that hung over her desk. Her dark red hair was, as usual, an unruly mass of curls, so she tied it back in a ponytail to make it look at least somewhat presentable. She supposed she was somewhat pretty, not drop dead gorgeous but definatly not ugly. She would call her appearance average, the only thing that really stood out was her fire coloured hair, but even that was usually untamable. She sighed, slipping on a pair of black boots and heading out of her room.

As an afterthought, she grabbed the golden phoenix knecklace from her bedside table. It had been given to her by her grandmother, passed down through the generations from the days before Panem. The pendant was a phoenix, it's eyes glistening rubies and it's wings spread as if about to take off. It had always reminded Scarlett of herself in a way, how she often wished she could just take off and leave her boring world behind.