May the odds be ever in your favor

Chapter 2

Mom walks into my room, as a tie a light blue ribbon around my ponytail. She coo's and laces up the back of my dress. "Thank you, mom." 

"You look stunning, Willow Prim Mellark. Absolutely stunning." I smile at her compliment. Mom wanted my middle name to be Prim, because of her sister. I'd heard stories about her. About how she worked with medicine at such a young age, how mom gave herself as tribute for her. I guess mom wanted a bit of Aunt Prim to live on in me. "We should get going. The train will be leaving for District- I mean, Tribute Square, any minute now." 

Mom, dad, Rye, and I, all make our way to the train station, and the ride feels like forever. I never get nervous, I have no reason to ever be nervous. But today, today I am. There's a feeling in the pit of my stomach that I just can't shy away from. I tap my fingers on the table sitting next to me, and Rye notices. 

"You're nervous? You never get nervous."

"Yeah, I know. I just can't shake the feeling that something's wrong."

"Stop worrying. Everything's fine. You're acting like mom." 

"And you sound like dad." We both laugh at our conversation, as the train comes to a halt in the station.  My family gets off, along with the others that were on board. I spot Abigail's family getting off of a train car a few feet ahead, and I race to catch up to her. The rest of my family, quickly speeds up, so they can make sure they don't lose me in the chaos. 

"Are you okay? You're awfully pale." Abigail says as she examines my face. 

"Yes, I'm fine. I just- I don't know. I feel like there's something wrong." 

"Don't worry Will, I'm right here with you." Abigail has called me Will since we were little, and she knows I hate the name. But I know that she will never drop it, so I let her call me Will. Our families find enough seats for all of us, spaced not too far apart from each other. I'm sitting in the middle of Abigail and Rye, and our parents are directly across from us.

 President Clarke walks onto center stage and raises her glass. The rest of the crowd mimics her. 

"I'd like to thank all of you for coming. And welcome, to the 14th annual Fallen Tributes Dinner. May we all raise our glasses, in honor of those, who gave their lives for their districts. " Everyone drinks what we've been given. This year instead of it being bubbly and sweet, it's bitter and goes roughly down my throat. The people around me start collapsing, and my vision starts to get hazy. But seconds before my head hits the table, I hear eight words that would make anyone nervous. 

"May the odds be ever in your favor."

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