Katniss' POV:

Dally's a tough kid. I know he's going to win. The reason? Well we've had some encounters in the past, and yeah. When he was three, his mom brought him to my mom because he was sick. And when I say sick, I mean very sick. Like, his whole body was a deep shade of purple and his skin was so hot, it was almost cold. He seemed to have been putting all his energy into breathing. His mom said that he'd been sick for two weeks. She had a kind of fear in her eyes, but it wasn't the desperate fear of losing a child. I'm not exactly surer what it was. My mother had prescribed some kind of herb and he'd been out running around and playing with the other little kids in the Seam within a week. The next time Id seen him was three years later, when he was six. He'd found the hole into the woods and apparently goton lost exploring. I remember going to hunt and finding the sobbing six year old sitting against a tree. "What's wrong?" I'd asked. "I wanted to see what's outside district 12, when I-I got lost." He said. At that moment I had recognized him. his face, his eyes, his hair. "I can take you back." I said picking the small kid up bridal style. I carried him to where you could see the hole. "Now don't get caught. If you do, you'll be in big trouble." I warned him. "Troubles my middle name!" He says. I smile and ruffle his hair. "just dont get caught. And don't tell anyone you were ever out here." He rapidly nodded. Before he slipped through the hole, he asked me my name. "I think it's best you not know. " I say, turning to go back into the forest. The next time I saw him, was a few weeks later. I was walking home from school and I saw a bunch of rich kids beating him up. "Hey!" I shouted. I manages to pull the other kids off of him and they ran away. The bloodied and bruised six year old jumped up. "Thanks," he says. "Still not gonna tell me your name?" I shook my head. His friends then crowded around him and I left. The next time was the last time. He had been seven, and I'd just gone through my first reaping. I got home and saw him climbing through the hole. There were people around. I dropped all the stuff I was holding and Held him back from going through. "No! Don't go!" I say. He pushed my arms off of him and turned around. "But-but-but-but" he complains. "No. You're going to get in a lot of trouble." i say. This goes on for a while before he finally leaves. the next time is ever seen him was when he volunteered for the reaping. I didn't know his name, but I recognized those eyes. Ice cold, and the occasional flicker of fear or pain. The reaping. I remember how scared Ponyboy had looked. Glade looked even more scared. That boy had only one name put in. One. And he was called. Glade had to sign up for a tesserae. Glade. Man that girl reminded me of Rue. when Dally volunteered, I could see me, six years ago, volunteering for my sister.

I know he's going to win.

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I know! I know! Descrepensies!

I don't even know why I included this Chapter.

Love ya!

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