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 “Zayn” I said jumping over him, he laughed uncontrollably.

“What are you guys doing here?” He said with the biggest grin ever

“The question is what you are doing here!” I said laughing

“Well, I think is obvious” He said rolling his eyes playfully

“You are a stylist, like, WTF” I said laughing

“It must be your first year” Liam said

“It is actually” Zayn sad smiling

“Haymitch told me you were uncovered” Louis said smiling evilly

“You are part of the rebellion?” I asked surprised

“Shhh” He said laughing, I was actually talking too loud. “Yes, I am” He said

We talked for a while it was actually pretty late so Liam had to go with Niall because they would be on the Chariots Ride, Zayn had to prepare his assigned tributes and Louis and I had to get ready for the big night as well. We went to the apartments, I went to District 4 apartment and opened the door and heard a scream. I ran to look where it came from, I was the only one there since everybody was getting ready; I opened one of the doors and saw Charlotte on the floor, full of blood, I ran and called emergency, I was in panic, she stopped breathing, I saw a piece of paper on her drawer and opened it, it seemed it was a letter.

‘I really thought I could make it, but the pressure is too high, I wont be proud killing anybody, I guess I’m not capable of it, tell my mother I love her, tell my father I tried, tell my sister I want to be like her but I cant, I guess I’m out of tries, tell my family I love them and please tell the Capitol they are lairs, I wont be part of their games, I’m not stupid, it hurts but I prefer to die with dignity than being murderer by obligation, although, I can’t offer to choose between one of them, please, tell Alexander I will miss him, tell him he will always be my best friend, and who knows? In a couple of days he might be up here with me or maybe down there smiling proudly and being a Victor, but please, at least make my voice persist after my death. – Charlotte

A tear streamed down my face, I felt bad for her, she was obeyed to, I held her hand and cried holding the letter in my hands, emergency came in the room and picked her up, I stayed sitting on the floor while I cried. Finnick quickly entered the room and hugged me

“Shhh, everything is ok” He said while he rubbed my back

I could hear mom’s voice she sounded desperate and Alexander’s cries, it was a very sad moment, I felt horrible.

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   “What are we going to do? We need 24 tributes” Seneca said

We were still on the apartment, peacekeepers where everywhere and paramedics where cleaning things up, all the tributes, escorts, mentors and stylists were called to get the news and Snow was sitting on the sofa while he complained they needed another tribute

“Maybe we could do another reaping” Snow said

“No” I said, I don’t know if it was unconsciously or something, maybe I was high. Everybody looked at me, “No” I repeated

“Why not?” Snow said with an impotent voice, I opened my mouth it was hard to say it, Snow raised his eyebrows and everyone was hoping I wouldn’t say what they thought

“Because…” I said

“Can you excuse us a minute?” Harry said interrupting

Snow smiled, “Of course” He said

Harry pulled me to one of the rooms, “You are not!” He said

“What?” 

“You are not volunteering” 

“Why not?!”

“Because you have a life to live, my fate is already decided, yours is not.” He said grabbing my shoulders

“If you are going to die I’m going to die with you” I said with my eyes watering

“I won’t let you” 

“Why not?” I was starting to get upset.

“Because I can’t let you die”

“It isn’t an obligation” 

“No, I can’t let you die, if one of us rarely win this we won’t see each other and I couldn’t live with that guilt” 

“You could, is not you fault, I want to make this to show Snow I’m not afraid”

“YOU CAN’T DIE, OK? PERIOD, YOU WON’T” Harry said starting to freak out

“WHY SO?” 

“Because you can’t” He said, well, screamed

I was officialy done “Watch me” I said and ran out of the room before Harry could stop me, “I…” I said getting out; Harry put his hand on my mouth, I punched him, “I VOLUNTEER!” I said desperate, everyone gasped

Snow stood there smiling, god I hate him, mom was having a panic attack

“Emma, no, lets go” Haymitch said grabbing me

“No, no, she already volunteered, this is wonderful, young miss Trinket participating” Snow said, obviously he was happy, I could hear Haymitch mumbling curses

“Snow, that is completely obsolete, we must do a reaping again” Seneca said trying to distract him from the situation

“But why? She already volunteered, she wants to” He said smiling

“I really want to participate” I said looking at Snow while I gave him a death glare.

“This is wonderful, please get her ready” He said standing up, he left the room

“WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!” Mom said

“I tried to stop her” Harry said with an apologetic look on his face, I didn’t hear any of hers, Finnick's  Harry’s, Zayn’s or Haymitch’s complains

“Excuse me, but I must get ready” I said getting out of the room. 

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