At precisely 10:30pm Morgan slips silently into my room.

"You wanted to talk?" he says.

I sigh."Yeah." We sit on the two chairs in my room.

I dont beat about the bush."What's the plan?"

He knows straight away what i'm talking about, but doesnt exactly answer my question."For you to come out of there alive," he tells me.

I sigh again."You dont even want to live, do you?"

"' 'Course I do. I just value your life more than my own." He puts an arm around me and I rest my head on his shoulder.

"But I dont want you to die," I whisper.

"Listen...if it comes to that there's only us left...you're still getting out of there ,Astrid."

"I was going to  talk about stratigies and now i dont have the heart," I say.

He exhales slowly. "I know im supposed to be the strong protective boyfriend, but I honestly feel like crying right now."

So he does.I do to.

It's the last day of training before the individual gamemaker meetings.

"Astrid," says Morgan with his mouthful of cereal.

I look at my mentor and escort. "Yeah?"

"I think"-he shovels another spoonful of cereal in his mouth-"That today, you should do some combat training and me some of that edible and unedible stuff,building fires, etc."

"In case we get separated?" I ask.

"Yeah.Because like if I'm alone, I dont wanna eat a poisonous berry. If you're alone, you should learn how to fight in case someone comes along."

"You two are allies, yes?" cuts in our mentor.

"Yes," I answer.

"Hm...allies with kids who arent carriers dont always turn out right. A lot of back-stabbing and betrayal, Astrid."

I note that he's directing this at me, and not Morgan.

"I'm quite sure that wont be happening with us," I say cooly, though im actually agitated.

"When Astrid gets out of there she'll gut you, " says Morgan, grinning at me. "She's getting angry."

I glare at him.

"Your not planning to get out?" our mentor asks Morgan.

"Yeah, I could win it if I tried- I think, " Morgan replies."I can gather that from the instructors.But Astrid's coming out. Not me. That's the plan."

"Why-"

"Because," says Morgan, "Because there's someone who I care about more than myself."

We stand up.The training is done in a whiz of knife throwing for me. Morgan carefully takes the non-combative tests. He doesnt do so good. I'm good enough at the knife-throwing I guess, but the thought of actually having to do that to a person makes me sick.

In the evening, we discuss what we're going to do with district 11. We are going to be allies, proper allies. At the bloodbath, Saphire goes for the cornucopia. Morgan, Claid and I take cover, find camp and a source of water. Of course, we dont know where. We could be thrown into a freezing void or a dry ,barren desert.

We're clueless, really.

So: Claid got a 5, Saphire got a 6, I have a 7, and Morgan a 10. Morgan is now a target for the careers which endangers us all.

"I messed up," he keeps muttering under his breath.

"Morgan,cool it," I say.

"At the bloodbath, I go for the cornucopia," he says."Not Saphire. Ok?"

"You'll have pursuers," I point out."Saphire will be unlikely to have any."

"Saphire is unlikely to survive at Cornucopia," he retorts.

"Morgan..."

"Stop arguing Astrid. Now go to bed.We're in the arena tomorrow, and fatigue will be as dangerous as the other tributes."

We're in the arena tommorrow..the words go round my head.

"Come," Morgan says, more gentle.

We walk to his room, where we sleep like lambs clinging to each other in fear of what tomorrow will bring- and clinging to each other in mutual love.

I'm so scared.

ok then

oh and who is going to the cornucopia? Not to be rude, but I dont know whether you are saying something or not in your roleplay posts