Snow hurried into the main hallway, his papers nearly flying out of his hands, as he questioned the grip of his shoes on the tiled floor. “Hold it!” He yelled as he seen the back of a girl with dark brown hair enter the elevator.

He reached the elevator, hunched over holding his papers to his chest. He tried to catch his breath in between his thank you. He finally stood up straight, heaving a lar...

The Hunger Games party was not at all what Lucy Gray had anticipated. Instead of the blared music and blinding lights she had envisioned, the room was filled with a stifling silence and large round tables, each filled with someone who looked important. She would have felt more comfortable in the former.

The dancefloor, far from being crowded and vibrant, was practically deserted, with people only...

“Lucy Gray, where are you going?” Snow's standing in the hallway, watching me. He takes up all the space in the doorway, his arms over one another, biceps buldging. He flashes a crooked smirk and tilts his head slightly. "It's raining."

I can't believe that I was this close to freedom. I turn to face Snow, smiling. "Bitta rain ain't killed nobody." I say, as upbeat as I possibly can. I try to ma...