This is my "Real Life" point of view of me meeting the people from the Hunger Games. In my twisted fantasy, they all look exactly like the actors that play them in the movies we all love. I live in an average sized house in the middle of the woods in a place called Unexpected road. Seriously, it's a real place! Well from the highway, "Concrete Road" to the "Dirt road" that leads to my house, there are woods and wild life on all sides. Well, one day (Sometime in 2013) I decided to go off the road and explore the woods, and I found this beautiful and new place in the woods. It was a clearing that had beautiful huge fallen trees that I could climb. Did I mention that I have been climbing things since I was one and love it? Anyway, the place I found had beautiful wet grass, and it seemed to go on everlasting. Whenever I go there, I enjoy running as fast as I can, jumping over logs and stuff, while listening to my MP3. It' sort of like exercise, but I think of it as fun. Why do I like running like a maniac in there? Well there's this spot in the clearing that looks exactly like the woods in District 12, where Katniss and Gale usually meet. Yeah, well the place was so special, and I loved it there. I nick named the place, The Clearing. It just came to mind when I told my friend.

I had a dream where one day during the winter I came there, and I met the Hunger Games characters. So I wrote it down.

Sorry for talking too much. But I hope you enjoy

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Juliunna's Pov

I sighed, looking up from my laptop for the umpteenth time. Rolling my eyes, I looked around my medium sized bedroom, to my tablet on the bottom bunk of my twin bed. I usually sleep on the top bunk, and my cousin Hannah sleeps on the bottom, but she only uses her space during the night. Hannah, my eight year old cousin, is basically my best friend. She's my favorite person out of the ten people in my house, for I personally like having a one person friendship. My friend at school is Madaija, but she's not important in this fanfiction.

Turning on my radio, a heavy metal song fills my ear, and I found myself wanting to run. Running could mean two things. I could either run from one side of the room to the other while heavily daydreaming or I can go outside into the snow and go to the clearing. Ever since I had found that place last year, I went there at least once a day. That is, until the snow started.

You see, here in the United states, well, I guess on my side, because apparently California's nice and warm. But anyway, here in North Jersey, we were hit with the hardest and coldest winter I could ever remember. Two minutes outside and you'll be as cold as Jack Frost cold. Is what I'm basically saying.

But lucky for me, I enjoy being outside in the cold. As long as I have my winter coat on me of course. Plus some hot chocolate in the microwave at home waiting for me.

"Mom I'm going for a walk." I yelled, pulling my coat on as fast as I could, grabbing my MP3 off my dresser as I walked.

"Where are you going? Just down the road?" She called back from her seat in the living room. I took a second to think about that. Because technically, while I am allowed on walks, there is a limit to where I can go. Maybe about a mile from my house is a four way intersection dirt road... Left leads to another mile long road that brings you to a concrete highway. Right brings you to an out of order bridge that would technically bring you to another concrete road, but it's out of order for a reason. There's a giant hall in the middle of it that's to big to jump. You can basically drive a giant car into it, is what I'm saying. And on either side of that bride, is a different lake. Or it used to be. On one side the lake is dark and deep, and on the other side, the governor drained it, so it's pretty much knee deep until you walk a few feet or so. I don't like going in there, because I've seen a fair amount of large snakes in there. Now back to the roads.

The road up ahead, just brings you to a dead end that is pretty much nothing. If you feel like jumping a bunch of bushes and walking a mile or two, you'll end up at a swamp, but I'm not going into that. And finally, the last road is just the way you came from, my house. Technically, I'm only aloud to walk this road and the road up ahead that leads to a dead end. I'm not allowed at the bride because I jumped into the deep end, and pushed one of my brothers in. Don't hate! He was a year younger then me! He could swim! And I'm not allowed on the other one because it leads to the highway, and I'm not even allowed to cross that road! So back to my story.

"I'm going half way down the road. I'm just going to think for a while." I yelled. Well it wasn't a total lie. The clearing is half way down the road after all.

No body questions me when I tell them I'm thinking for thirty minutes, for they know I love to walk and think. I could basically do that for hours without getting bored, but I'm not keen on freezing.

The second the door is closed behind me outside, I start running. The wind feels like pelting ice on my face, but my mind just feels alive. The snow crunching under my feet slows me down, but only slightly, which is why I decided to slow to a stop. I always do this when I get there. Usually I walk slowly, just thinking, but then when I get to the outside of the clearing, still on the dirt road, I take a deep breath and run as fast as I can.

The regular trees on my way to the clearing pass by slowly. It's always a quick ride there of course, but I find myself slowing down. Just in case I pass any animals on the way. Pretty much the only thing I hate about the woods is the animals. They just freak me out! My eyes scan the woods carefully, and I go completely silent. There's no noise at all. It's so quiet, I can hear the shifting noise of my clothing when it moves, but thankfully, the woods are empty. I've done this so many times; I've trained my ears to pick up the slightest sound around me. Trust me, if one twig snaps, I'm running for my life for the safety of my house.

"There's nothing there." I say out loud, sighing. You know, there's a sequoia tree that's half fallen over onto another tree. I've climbed it as far as I dared, because it goes really high. I'm talking about it was equal to the tree tops of the other really tall trees. But it's thick and sturdy, and the only thing keeping you from falling fifty feet to your death is your ability to crawl in a straight line and keep your balance. I pop the ear buds to my MP3 into my ears, and Fades away sounds in my ear. It's a shame that the band isn't more popular, I think to myself as I lean back, ready to run. Because their songs are very inspiring.

I jumped over the large sewer pipe sticking out of the hill, and landing hands first on the ground. My long black hair whipped behind my head as ran faster, jumping over a long branch protruding from the ground. The ground was covered with a thick blanket of snow, and therefore harder to maneuver through. A hidden branch in the snow tripped me up, and I glared at nothing in particular. Brushing the snow from my shirt, I ran harder, climbing the large hill I had to pass through to avoid the prickly thorns. When I reached the top of the hill, I froze. A tree stood in front of me but… that wasn't the weird part. Just feet away from me, on the branch, lay a bird. A golden bird, that looked to be a cross between a blue jay, and a mocking bird, sort of.

"If I didn't know better." I whispered to myself quietly, taking out my MP3. I had my wall paper set to the Hunger Games bird, Mockingjay.

"Wow." I whispered, wishing I had my tablet with me to take pictures. The similarities were just… Wow. "You're a Mockingjay." I exclaimed louder then I thought, but instead of flying away like any normal bird, it stayed. It twisted its neck to look at me curiously.

"Only one way to be sure." I said excitedly. I love the Hunger Games. But I thought that they were made up!

"La. La. La. La. LA La La?" I drifted off awkwardly in a high tone. And to my surprise, it copied me. But the pitch was very high, but yes. This was a Mockingjay. What a day.

I walked pass it, instantly growing annoyed at the high tone, and wishing to find quiet. But to my surprise the bird followed me, but it was holding what seemed to be a letter in its beak. Instantly, with my fanfictious mind, I imagined the letter being a portal to the Hunger Games world. So when I reached out to take it, a thought crossed my mind. If it is a portal, I hope it doesn't take m

ie to the arena. I don't have any weapon training, and I do not want to run into the careers. Though on normal ground, I wouldn't mind it.

"That would the life." I sighed happily as I talk. "Clove and I could be best friends, hating on Glimmer for being such a blonde. Marvel would be so funny, playing pranks and everything. And Cato…" I drifted off, a nervous giggle on my lips. "Cato could be the handsome jock of our group, and if he and Clove weren't dating, he would have to be mine. Because Glimmer just plain sucks." I snapped, at no one unparticular, and plucked the note from the bird's beak.

I opened the note, and squealed when I saw what was on the letter. A bunch of latin sounding words. "Its an incantation!" I yelled, noticing the style. Yeah, I'm into witchcraft and demonology. Got a problem with that bro?

"Fantisi Alecazam. Abracadabra Corest." I said excitedly, but frowned. "That's not right. Here we go again. Fatigue, Dang it! I can't read cursive!" I frowned, clutching the paper tighter.

"OSHAROO CORPECUSTO AHMANAHANA CORTESCO!" I shouted, and this time, I got it right. I could tell, for there was a giant crack sound right through the trees. I couldn't see what it was, but there was someone there for sure. They were arguing.

"What happened?"

"Back up now!"

"Where the heck are we?"

"I said to back up!"

"Oh no my hair!"

I froze, listening to them talk. I knew those voices. I saw the movie multiple times, and saw them in my fantasy dreams every night. Minus the annoying girl with the hair problem. Running pass the Mockingjay, I let a loud giggle and ran though the bushes, and totally went into fan girl mode.

"Ohmygodohmygodohmygod!" I repeated super fast, bouncing on the balls of my feet as I stared around at all of them.

"Hey. Are… Are you okay?" Glimmer asked, raising an eyebrow at me.

"Finally! I've gone insane!" I squealed, jumping around like a pixie. Yeah, sometimes I fantasize about going insane and being trapped in my head where all my hallucinations and dreams come true!

…

Is that bad?

I counted all the people standing around looking at me with a worried face, like I was crazy. Glimmer, Katniss, Clove, Marvel, Peeta, Foxface, I wonder what her name actually is, Rue, that punk kid from District 3, the adorable little boy from District 4, oh my. My breath caught in my throat as he stepped forward to me, hands out in a position that I guess he was trying to warn me that he was friendly, and not going to cause any harm.

Cato was so big in person. I noted, and I breathingly chuckled, smiling so big my face hurt.

"Hi. My name is Cato. We come in peace." He said in a gruff voice, and I raised one of my eyebrows.

"I know who you are." I chuckled, not looking away from his icy blue eyes. So deep and searching, this is so much better then watching the movie!

"I guess you did. You see, we're tributes in the Hunger Games. I suppose you've seen us on TV. We were just in the training room in the victors building, and then all of a sudden, some portal opens up, and transports all of us here. I'm telling the truth. I swear on my life." Cato added quickly.

"I believe you all. I heard it happen." I shrugged nonchalantly, and then strode forward to shake hands. His huge rough hand closed around my soft smooth and small one and gripped it tight.

"My name is Juliunna. Nice to meet the bloody, brutal Cato in person." I breathed with a dirty smirk on my face, marveling the muscles I could see through his thin shirt.

"Is that what people call me?" Cato joked, getting my intended flirt.

"Pretty much." I muttered. I moved forward to address the rest of them, but as I passed him I leaned in to whisper in his ear. "But I call you Mr. Sexy."

The smirk hadn't left his face when I stopped in the middle of the clearing. My favorite place, filled with my favorite people of the Hunger Games.

I noticed that they all were shivering. Mostly because everyone apart from me is wearing indoors clothes, and it's like negative five degrees out here and snowing ice. Where the heck am I suppose to put these people? I thought to myself. How am I supposed to explain to mom mum that ten people came out of a portal and their from the Hunger Games?. And I conjured a portal from an unrealistic bird named a Mockingjay? And now ten big and scary teenagers (Careers) need to live with is until I find them a way home. Or not find them a way home; we'll just see how this plans out.

This is going to be a long school year.