1. Chapter 1
Where the hell is this guy? I should be in the arena already. I hate my stupid stylist. Maybe when I win they'll give me a new one. Even stupid Twelve got a good one. I deserve more respect than her. Ugh, Twelve. I can't wait to kill that bitch.
I become impulsive and hit my feet that dangle over the table against against each other. Finally I hear a door open and close."About time." I say, not even seeing if it is my stylist.
"Sorry I am late, lovely." He smiles widely and hands me a jacket."Put it on and get it. You are going to be late."
I put it on and walk into the tube after I jump off the table."I'm getting a new stylist when I win." I say rudely. He just rolls his eyes.
As I am being lifted into the arena, I whisper,"If I win." Cato pops into my head. I can't kill him. He can't kill me. Some mutt is going to kill me then. What a wonderful way to go and be remembered.
I shake my head and realize I am in the arena. I look to my left, girl from Eight. I look to my right, boy from Three. I then look straight ahead, Twelve. Twelve! There she is! I then look at the Cornucopia. Knives! Twelve, knives. Perfect.
Oh, Cato. Duh! I look and see he is a few platforms away from me. He looks and me and jolts his head to Twelve and then the knives. I smirk and jolt my head to a sword and look at Lover Boy. He smiles, but quickly regains focus. I do the same as soon as I hear the ten second count down. Here we go.
10. 9. 8. 7. 6 . 5. 4. 3. 2. 1. Bong!