Deep in the meadow, hidden far away A cloak of leaves, a moonbeam ray Forget your woes and let your troubles lay

Well, I can't leave Mags behind," says Finnick. "She's one of the few people who actually likes me.

Glimmer, I hear someone call her - ugh, the names the people in District 1 give their children are so ridiculous.

Then I get it, what it means. At least, for me. District 12 only has three existing victors to choose from. Two male. One female... I am going back into the arena.

Winning means fame and fortune. Losing means certain death. The Hunger Games have begun.

I volunteer!" I gasp. "I volunteer as tribute!

I have been keeping track of the boy with the bread.