Thanks to the reviews I got for my other story. I tried to take everything into account here.

I do not own The Hunger Games or any characters.

I can't do this. I don't want to watch my best friend, well my only friend, fight to the death live on TV. I didn't want to watch ANYONE fight to the death live on TV come to think of it. Everyone going into the arena is innocent, but the victor isn't. They are always morphed into something horrible by the Capitol, some evil killing machine. I just wanted to stay home and curl up on my bed, but my father, the mayor, was forcing me to go.

I stepped out of my house in the middle of town and into the blinding sunlight and hurried to the square. I was shoved to the front of the crowd. I hated being the centre of attention but being Madge Undersee I was always being looked at or being talked about. I fixed my eyes on the screen and waited for the sixty second countdown to be over. I tapped my foot as they showed the facial expressions of the tributes. The careers faces were hard as stone as they stared hungrily at the centre of the cornucopia. Katniss was looking at a backpack that was close to her, but as soon as the countdown finished she started running in the direction of the woods.

At the last miniute she turned back and sprinted for it. My heart was thumping, and I was praying that she would live. She snatched it and tried to run. Another boy grabbed it at the same time before falling. Clove, the district 2 girl, had knives and was trying to kill everyone who wasn't a career. She used her backpack as a shield to one of the knives before darting off again in the direction of the woods. I grinned to myself, glad that Katniss was alive. For now at least.