I DON'T OWN ANYTHING! JUST A LITTLE SOMETHING I WROTE BECAUSE OF THE HUNGER GAMES' REALEASE TOMORROW!(:

I step up directly to the podium, gesturing for Effie to bend down to talk to me.

"I have 15 family members in district 3, I want to replace the girl tribute. Effie, you know I can. It's law. I want to be in the Hunger Games." Effie nods, whisking me away into the tiny room where we say goodbye in. The man who graciously took me into his home when my parents died, Peeta's father, comes in.

"Why did you do it?"

"Cause I can't lose the one person I have left in this world. I won't let him die alone." I murmur. He hugs me tightly.

"Go out there and fight. Stay alive until the end and then let go." He says. I nod. He pulls out a leather cord necklace with a metal star inside a circle at the end. I sit down in a chair, drawing my knees to my chest. The next person to see me, is Peeta himself. My best friend. He pulls me out of the chair and into his arms. I bury my face in his chest, wrapping my arms around his waist. He pulls back and attacks my mouth with his in pure unadulterated fury. He's angry with me. Living together when we both hit puberty didn't do well for us. We were both afraid of not knowing how to kiss when we got older, so we practiced with eachother. It hasn't stopped, and it's been two years. I wrap my legs around his waist and kiss back.

"Why did you do this to me?" he growls, pressing our foreheads together, "You're sacrificing yourself."

"Peeta, you are my best friend and I love you. You aren't going to make me watch you die. Promise me something though."

"Anything," he says.

"If we're the last two in the arena…promise me you'll kill me."

"No…"

"PEETA MELLARK, PROMISE ME!" I scream.

"I promise!" he shouts, and goes back to kissing me. We don't break apart until the peacekeepers come to drag us to the train—dragging us to our death.