The training centre was fit to bursting with tributes and experts. I had not realised how many of us there was. The game makers looked down at me, sizing me up. I recognised John Green, Stephenie Meyer, Cassandra Clare and Richelle Mead. Rick Riordan was eyeing up a tall dark haired boy with sea green eyes. Dimitri was muttering under his breath in russian. He was frustrated that we have been chosen to die.
I left him at the entrance and made my way over to the staking area. I spun, twisted and stabbed with all my might. Richelle Mead was nodding with approval but Stephenie Meyer snorted with disgust. Dimitri came over and slid his arm around my waist. He had been talking to J.K Rowling. "How did your training go?" I asked peering at him. "Not bad. I wish that there could be stakes in the arena."
"You never know". I looked up at him. He looked god-like. I am so lucky but I fear that I may lose him as soon as we step off the pedestal.
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The Last Hunger Games
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