I woke up, still entangled to Marvel. Us tributes are given the whole morning free, because at about three o’clock, the private sessions with the Gamemakers, which is why I am really nervous. Marvel seems to be getting up, and pushing me back to bed, making me sleep more.
“Your muscles are tense. You’re nervous?” He asked. I nodded, and told him about what I should do later.
“It’s okay, try to impress them with something new, like ….” He trails off
“Like playing dead? Or dying? I have no particular skill to show them.” I said.
“Well, they usually don’t matter. And as a career, it matters to us who gets the high scores, we target them first.” He said nonchalantly. He serenaded me and I soon fell asleep in his arms.
Lunch came, and soon Marvel was sent to his room. We were getting ready, and at three, Blaron and I stormed out of our quarters and into the training center. When we arrived, District two’s male is already in. Cato must be showing them sword tricks.
Time passed, and it was finally my turn. Cold droplets of sweat form in my forehead as the female voice said my name.
“Goodluck Emilia.” Blaron said.
“Thanks. Gonna need it. You too.” As I stride towards the training center, I just knew what I will do.
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Through a Fox's Eyes
FanfictionShe sees things. She understands. She has a burden larger than any tributes, even Katniss'. She's the typical wallflower, who was smart enough to be in the final five. Join her in the games, see the Hunger Games through a fox's eyes.
