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ISABELLA WAS NOT LOOKING FORWARD TO BEING AROUND THE OTHER TRIBUTES, and not to mention her almost feeling like she was being trapped in the gold bin bag she was in. Isabella could tell tensions were high in the room. Lucas looked like he didn't know whether to laugh or cry, Ella was drumming her fingers against her leg and Isabella with picking her nails anxiously. Everyone seemed like they had a vicious streak in their body and they were up for whatever was thrown at them which gave Isabella little confidence.
"How you doing?" Isabella asked the younger boy which stood beside her as she gave a distasteful look at the two in district six who were making a handshake.
"Just a little nervous" Lucas squeaked as he took a deep breath.
"touché" Isabella muttered as she looked up again as the doors opened to reveal twelve carts.
"we're not going on those are we?" Ella whispered to the black haired girl as she leant over Isabella's big dress.
"I should hope not" Isabella muttered back as a cold breeze travelled through the door and down her spine.
With help from the peacekeeper's, thanks to Marjorie for deciding for Isabella to wear such a big dress, the cart jolted forward as the horses began to trot forward. Gripping onto the front of the cart, Lucas giggled slightly which put Isabella at a bit of ease.
Isabella's ends of the dress flows in the wind, much like her hair, making the crowd erupt in cheers, much louder than the reaping cheers. The crowd was almost deafening as Isabella and Lucas was the first district to be shown to the crowd. The voice of Caesar Flickerman echoed through the arena as rows and rows of chariots appeared.
"and there is our lovely District one! Making a stunning entrance and my my, what gorgeous attires they have on!" Caesar commented as he voice could be hear for miles.
Encouraging Lucas to wave, Isabella put on a fake smile and waved also. The chariot felt like it continued for ages until they finally stopped in front of the President who smiled proudly. He was dressed in a smart blue suit and had neatly combed back white hair, which Isabella recognized from a mile away. He smiled at the pair in recognition and once all the chariots had lined up, he easily made the crowd quiet and spoke into the microphone which stood in front of him.
"Tributes, I welcome you all with a great heart! May your courage and sacrifice be as true as your heart, happy Hunger Games. And may the odds be ever in your favour"
The crowd erupted in cheers yet again and made Isabella think the odd's seemed anything but in her favour.
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When they all arrive at their living quarters for who knows how long, the two immediately got out of their ensembles and went to bed. But unfortunately it was a long night which also meant the two were up at the crack of dawn for training.
