District 1- Ethia Tronths

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The last thingy I wrote about Burus was so hard. I had written like more then half of it and the it just deletes. So now every 2 seconds I'm saving it. Aw well. Here we go.

Ethia Tronths POV

Reaping Day today and I'm actually sort of excited. I think this is my year. I may actually volunteer this year. I was pondering about it last night in bed. I do believe I am worthy of winning these games. I am one of the fittest girls my age I reckon. Except for little miss Sauna Holmes. She's definitely some tough competition. Rumour has it she if going to volunteer to be the female tribute. A bunch of my friends told me that the other day. She's a real big bitch to so if she one she'd make the biggest deal about it and walk around like she top shit with her fancy house and all her money. Also everyone reckons she the strongest chick ever. That's only coz she's popular, if she was at the bottom of the food chain no one would really care for her strengths. But I'll show her, and everyone else, when I am given title of victor. The weather today is scorching, around forty degrees celcius. So I decide to wear a short, blue dress, covered in spots that brings out the hints of blue in my eyes. Standing at reaping is tiring. The short and stumpy escort is adjusting his well fitted suit. It is a bronzed colour line with golden lacing. This year his skin colour is blue. It always seems to change. Last year it was purple and I recount it once being green. He's been our escort for a decade now, so the mayor congratulates him on his efforts, and thanks him for being a brilliant escort. The mayor ends his speech with everyone giving him a lousy applause and then the escort get's into it, with his out-going personality and rapier wit. I find Sauna amongst the crowd of girls. She's only a few rows ahead of me, so I have perfect vision to see if she makes a move or not. The stumpy man picks a name out of the big glass bowl dedicated to the girls. I begin to sweat. The suspense is killing me. My hands are getting hot and my knee begin to quiver. This moment feels as if it is being played in slow motion. The escort picks a name out of the bowl and read's it aloud to the group of unenthusiastic children.

"Frankie Armich"

I see Sauna about to make a move, bu before she can do anything I scream

"I WANNA BE TRIBUTE!"

I just got this feeling in my stomach that I've never felt before. I'm smiling so it's a mix of joy and relief and also a hint of fear. Not much. Just a hint. But the fear doesn't come from the games it comes from the male you have just volunteered. Before this hugely sized boy, it was a twelve year old kid. Thank God it ain't him anymore, because I don't really want to be publically televised with him. But then again I'm not a fan of being with the buff dude from the eight-teen year olds. The fact that he's a big muscly guy is for sure intimidating, but so is the fact that he's eight-teen. He's finished all of his training, so he must be pretty skilled now. He's pulling a menacing face, clearly doing it for the cameras. But I'm hiding my fear with a smile. This smile is sure look hot and attractive but it looks rather intimidating. I look at my smile with a shiny bangle on my wrist. I keep smiling directly in his direction. I don't know why, but it feels right. Then I realise, my chances of winning have now decreased dramatically. He will definitely be a favourite to the Capitol. They always like the ones that kill the most. He ought to be one of them. But right now I can't afford to be negative. I'm strong, tough and fierce. This guy can't get me down. We shake hands and stare deeply into each others eyes. I still smile, but this time much wickedly. We move into the Justice Building saying goodbye to our home. Afterall, this may be the last time I see this place. So I savour it. Two Peacekeepers open a door into a big room. It's finely decorated and it makes me think of my grandmothers house. Her house had lots of nick-knacks and what-nots through out her house, just as this room does. We sit on leather sofa's two located at different sides of the room. I take one and he takes the other. I get up off the seat almost as quickly as I volunteered. I stare at the wooden double doors and touch the beautiful brass handles. This door swings open giving me a fright and my mother and grandmother pour in along with the very few of my fellow tribute family and friends. There not physically showing emotion but inside you call tell there extremely worried. They hug and kiss me over and over and give me countless encouraging praises. I already miss them once the Peacekeepers escort them out of the room. It's sort of awkward me and the boy sitting here, in silence. I am completely fine with that, it being quiet and all but clearly, he wasn't. 

"Magna Tyrall" he states offering his hand for me to shake on, I decline his offer and say 

"Ethia Tr-" 

"I know" he says quick enough for me to think he's been stalking me for the last few years.  

"are you good with a weapon" I'm not interested in socialising but I should seeings he could squash me with his pinky.  

"I'm not bad" I reply quickly. There's a pause so hopefully he has realised I'm not in the mood to talk. 

"Well, I guess we're gonna make a pretty good career team!" Magna says smiling at me. 

I never agreed to teaming with him. What if I want to change it up a bit and not hang out with the careers, but then again, when it becomes time in the arena, teaming with him might be smart. Teaming up with a stronger player could either could either save my life or be a strategic way to get killed.

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