Hazel Carmine's adventurous life

My legs scream as I race down the court. Blood pounds in my ears. Nothing matters more to me now, other then getting to the training center. I have my armor on, and a bow on my back. I fly past a boy who looks at me in amazement. I shove right through him, literally. He falls had, yet I don't care. I should though. This boy, wether I know it or not, will somehow come into my future. My name is Hazel Carmine, and you are about to hear my story.