(I'ma make the chapters a little shorter from now on. You know, so I can do better cliffhangers and keep the suspense up and hopefully the number of reads will keep going up too! thanks everyone xx)
Suddenly my metal plate that I am stood on begins to rise, and I almost fall face first into the thick glass that surrounds me. I don't let my wobbliness show though, because if I step even slightly off of my pedestal, landmines will blow me to bits in an instant. I've seen it happen a few times before. I stare into the empty launch room, wishing someone was here to send me off. Cornelia told me that Cinna 'couldn't face the memories' of the Launch Room, and so there's nobody here to see me before I go to my grave. Cornelia said she would've come, but she's Avita's stylist so she's not allowed. I clutch my token like it's the only thing keeping me alive.
I have only just gained my balance when a cool breeze wafts over my head. In less than two seconds, my metal pedestal has risen fully and I can take in my surroundings and the tributes beside me. On my left is a girl in Avita's year looking very fierce and thirsty for blood. On my right is a lanky boy who looks absolutely petrified. I try not to look too scared because I'm sure my mentor, Johanna Mason, would not be happy with me looking like a weakling already. She hates me enough as it is. I try and make my face blank of all emotion.
"Ladies and gentlemen, let the 77th Hunger Games begin! And may the odds be ever in your favour!" Claudius Templesmith's croaky voice booms out above us.
That means I have sixty seconds to until the gong sounds. Sixty seconds to get my bearings. Sixty seconds until my fellow tributes step off their pedestals and the bloodbath begins.
I look around and see that the arena isn't a jungle, desert, or some kind of icy wasteland. It's not what I was expecting at all. Instead it's an old destroyed town; or maybe I should say city, as it stretches out as far as I can see in all directions. The ground is a muddy yellow and covered with rubble and rocks. There's shards of glass, too. It reminds me of a picture of an old city in the Middle - Eastern towns that got shown to us in history class once, before most of that part of the world was destroyed by natural disasters and toxic air. And there, straight in front of me, is the infamous Cornucopia, looking as shiny gold as ever. The golden horn seems a lot bigger now that I see it in real life. Around about this time, Claudia Templesmith and Caesar Flickerman start discussing all about the architecture of it and how it was made. I don't know about everyone else, but I found it especially annoying.
The sixty must be almost up by now, I'm thinking, when I remember about Avita, who was trembling the last time I saw her. I look around and spot her five tributes to my left. But I have no time for her now, for I must decide whether or not to go to the Cornucopia. I'm still weighing up my options when the gong sounds.
A/N: Apologies for the very short chapter, but keep reading, the next one will be longer (n_n)
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