A/N: This one's about a little boy, maybe six. Just thought I should mention that, otherwise it doesn't make a lot of sense.

"Mummy, why are all those kids on little circles?" I didn't understand. What are they doing there? Are they going to play a game?

"They're tributes, honey. They're not kids."

"But what are they doing?"

"That's the Hunger Games. Watch a minute longer."

I sat down in front of the TV, and then there was a loud clanging noise. All the kids started running towards a big gold thingy in the middle of the plain that they were on. Oh! They were having a race!

A few girls and boys reached the gold thing, and climbed up. I now noticed that there were lots of things inside the gold thing. I watched a boy as he climbed up and pulled out a knife, like the one Mummy uses in the kitchen, except bigger, and longer. What was he going to do with that? I screamed as he jumped off and pushed his knife towards a girl with brown hair. It went through her chest and out the other side! She fell to the ground, and when the boy pulled his knife out, her blood flowed out of the hole.

I ran to Mummy and hugged her. She picked me up and sat me on her lap. I asked her, "Why did that boy kill that girl?" She rocked me back and forth as she said, "Honey, those kids were very, very naughty. That's why they're there. That's their punishment." That scared me. So, if I was naughty, would I be sent there? I asked my mummy, and she laughed and said, "Of course not. You're from the Capitol. Whatever you do, you're still a good boy. Those kids are different. Whatever they do, they're bad kids."

That night I dreamed of that boy running his knife through that girl's chest. After that dream, I knew why they were bad kids. Good kids don't kill people.