Blood in the Water, The twist of the 90th Games

''This is the sequel of Without much Chance, The Tale of the 89th Hunger Games. Read that before you read this or you might get confused.''

Prologue
"Sally, up. We're going to be late to the first victory tour." Drake says to me. I groan, before getting out of bed. I look like a mess, but being the unprepared girl I am, I just tie it up in a bun. I get dressed in a simple t-shirt and shorts, as it was August now.

"Coming." I say with a yawn, as I meet Drake in the main foyer of the victor village estate. It's a lot better than what we used to live in, but the price it cost was the scarring of my big brother forever.

An official looking man in a tuxedo issues us into a jeep, before taking us to the train station. "This way sir." the man says, opening the door for my brother and myself. "Alright, listen Sally. You'll stand like a big girl on the stage, got it?" he says. "I know, I know." I say. "Good. Don't get yourself into trouble and I'm sure this awful trip will end quickly." Drake says as we board the train.

We arrive