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-Arriana Quall.
-17.
-District 3.
-Oliver, 13 & Marria, 24.
-Cato♥
-I support the Hunger Games 100%
Cato always glorrifies how strong I am. He tells me that I could easily kill someone with my bare hands. And also, I've lately done alot of knife-working. I'm almost as great as Cato was before I left. I could win these Hunger Games if I ever got the chance to do it. I could win and go back to District 2. Go back to Cato.
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I slipped into the light blue dress that my older sister, Marria, picked out for me. My hair, which I had french braided, was the perfect tone of brown to fit the dress. The dress had matched the color of my piercing icy blue eyes as well. I walked out into the living room to see my younger brother, Oliver, dressed in his reaping clothes as well. Marria was too old for reaping now, being 24. But I have her pick out my reaping clothing every year. I can never decide myself. See, I live in one of the richer districts in Panem, District 3. I'm originally from District 2. But my dad got a job transfer and my family was forced to move with him. That was just a year ago. I tried to stay with Marria. But she wanted to move wherever the family went. "Hold on, I forgot something!" I screech as we were making our way out the door.
I ran back into my room and glanced at the photo by my nightstand. It was a picture of Cato and I the day I left. Cato's my boyfriend back in District 2. We write eachother and I visit him whenever the district isn't doing something. I opened the drawer under the table, grabbing a box containing the ring Cato gave me last time I visited. It was his mother's. She gave it to him to give to the girl he fell in love with... I guess that's me.
I walked out of the house and caught up to the rest of my family, slipping the ring onto my finger. You should be able to guess which one. hehe. I helped Oliver check in, it was only his second year. I checked in after, letting the Peacemaker take the little drop he needed with ease. I then made my way to the 17-year-old girls. Soon enough, the speech was being given glorrifying the Hunger Games. The lesser Districts dislike the Hunger Games, but honestly I loved them. I mean, this is what I've been training all my life to do, win these games. I haven't been selected yet so hopefully this is my year. "As usual, ladies first." She slides her hand into the large bowl and draws out a piece paper. "Arriana Quall." I smile. Not everyone is as happy as I am. Some are excited for me. I look over into the boys, wehere Oliver looked so sad and scared. I finally walked up on stage, more willingly than some people were in the past. "Now for the boys." She selects a name from the other bowl and comes back to the microphone, unfolding the paper. "Lukas Grenfel." My eyes widened, Luke. He's 16. Probably the most gorgeous guy in all of District 3. Most of the guys I just don't find attractive. "District 3, I give you our tributes!" The people of my district cheered and clapped as we were escorted into the Justice Building. I said 'Goodbye' to Oliver, Marria, my mother, and father.
I hopped of the train, and there I was off to the Capitol of Panem.
