Not Supposed To Be

~10

I woke to Ace shaking my shoulder. He pulled me out of bed and pushed me towards the door. We walked to the roof were a hovercraft waited. A ladder dropped down and he pushed me towards it.

"Wait! I want to talk to Finnick first."

He shook his head and I stepped onto the ladder. I froze in place as it carried me upward. Once inside I followed a Peacekeeper to another room.

Chairs lined the walls and other tributes sat. I was directed towards a seat and sat. Cato was across from me he smirked and I smiled back.

Once all the tributes were on a woman came around with a syringe. She inject our trackers then we were escort out by a Peacekeeper. Once the tracker was in my arm I pressed down on it and a bruise began to form.

A Peacekeeper pulled me from my seat and I looked at Cato. He nodded his head and was smiling. How can he smile at a time like this? I followed the Peacekeeper down a hallway and turned into a room. Ace was waiting next to a table.

The table held an outfit. Tan pants, gray shirt, a dark green jacket and black boots. He helped me get the outfit on. I could have managed by myself. Once I was done he pulled something out of his pocket.

"Your brothua wanted you to have dis."

It was a necklace. It wasn't as glamorous as a Capitol necklace, but one made from back home. Actually I made it. I made it when I was five. The chain was made out of leather that I wove together and I put a seashell as the pendant. It was a present for Finnick after our father died. Finnick wore it for his games as a district token. Now he gave it to me, but added something next to the shell. A trident. I laughed and Ace put it on me. A trident to remember Finnick.

Maybe he isn't that mad at me.

"Prepare for launch."

Ace helped me onto the platform and stepped back as the glass door slid down around me. I turned as the plate began to move up. I took deep breaths to calm myself down and ran my fingers threw my hair to stop the shaking. I wish I still could have talked to Finnick. The last I will ever talk to him and he was mad at me.

Sunlight blinded me as the plate stop. A light breeze blew my hair away from my face as a voice boomed from all around.

"Ladies and Gentleman, let the Seventy-fourth Hunger Games begin!"