Broken Ones

Glimmer- Chaper 11

//Nice Glimmer is no fun. Going back to the original! Bitchy Glimmer! Well, I guess she was just lying to herself that she was nice, or she just has two completely different personalities... Anyways I changed the description, seems more fitting now. THANK YOU FOR 1K VIEWS!!! And also sorry for the wait... It's just I'm busy during summer and my mind is very scattered. I guess I write on Wattpad to get away from school. I will definitely  be writing more when *shivers* I go back to hell...

(I lied though I didn't. And nice Glimmer doesn't exist anymore. I fixed it).//

"What?" I say as I stare at District 12 with those stupid flames. They were even holding hands. That girl looks like she is just doing it for the sponsors.

But look at her face! She's probably still a virgin! Psh! Virgins are so uncool. And she definitely won't get laid in that get up.

The boy looks desperate. Oh they are perfect for each other! They don't know one thing about love probably. I wish the flames they were wearing would just burn them up. I tap Marvel, he glances back and his jaw clenches. Cato and Clove were already looking over their shoulders, and by the looks on their faces when they turn back, I know they are about to, or already have blown a fuse. Calm your tits guys, at least they didn't start making out.

By the time I look back to the front, our chariot has already gotten to the circle, and we line up, one by one. I turn back for a final time just to see the flames flash off. If looks could kill she would be ashes by now with her desperate boyfriend probably licking her up.

Oops... That's an image.

I turn back to face the balcony of the president's mansion when President Snow appears.

"Welcome. Tributes, we welcome you."

The crowd cheers in the background, but not as loud as they cheered for the fire twins. I don't know why they're cheering though, it's the same speech every year. I'm positive that half of these people are rich enough to come every year, and they do.

"We salute, your courage, and your sacrifice."

There goes the crowd again. I glance at the Two chariot and I think Clove is trying her hardest from making sure Cato doesn't burn the extremely short, almost nonexistent fuse he has. She already blew hers.

"And we wish you, happy Hunger Games. And may the odds, be ever, in your favour." The president steps out of site.

The audience is at ear piercing volume now, and the horses start up again, but this time, me and Marvel are last in leaving. I notice Clove and Cato glance at each other when the chariots start moving again. And their expressions say one thing:

The Fire Twins are going on our kill list. And I'm pretty sure that Cato and Clove have already claimed them as their victims. But I know for a fact that I would do a much better job. So what if I don't have a main skill. So what if they both are more talented than me. I could still torture her.

All I want for them is to die. Slowly. Painfully. In my hands...

We get back to the stables and Cato's already glaring at the fire twins. Their stylists start taking apart Cato and Clove's costumes, but there really isn't much to take apart. If they keep going they will both be naked. And I'm pretty sure the only people who would want to see that is each other.

Did I take that too far? Eh.

I mean I would look a lot better with Cato.

Marvel pokes me on the shoulder, so I turn around finding him a bit to close to me for my liking. I take a small step back, giving myself a little breathing space. "Don't worry Glimmer, they may have stole the spotlight, but I know we can steal it back with our little secret." He gestures to my stomach. I almost gag when he mentions that. But there's something he doesn't know.