Strategical { hunger games }

Prologue

" This is ridiculous," I muttered. I focused on my footsteps, rather than my shaking breath and my unsteady heartbeat.

" I know, but we have to," Peeta tried to assure me, but when his hand skimmed mine, it was cold and fluttering with nervousness. When we reached the large door of our destination, The doors when opened by a big, fit man. Peeta ushered me in, and I took a step slowly, looking all around me. The ceiling was a pale beige, and the lights were bright and natural-looking above. There were oak chairs and tables throughout the room. We were in the Capitol, but the people seated in the chairs weren't dressed in radical clothes. Neither did they have randomly colored hair. These people wore plain, but sophisticated clothes. These people were the people of District 13.