After my parents leave, I wonder, 'Is this the last time I'll ever see them?' I shake my tiny head, long blonde hair falling into my eyes; I brush it away. I'm small for my age- the size of a third grader. Kids at school call me 'pipsqueak' all the time, but I know they're just teasing. My friend Jacob doesn't even notice.
Jacob walks in,
"Moe!" (he always calls me Moe) "Are you okay?" I shrug, when really I just want to cry. He pats my back,
"You can do it," I'm not sure if he means win or cry. I nod,
"Come on its not that hard," I look over at him. What is he talking about?
"Um...hello crazy! Yes, it is hard! The other districts have trained tributes! I can't even tell which side of an arrow is which!" I sigh in frustration. Jacob rolls his eyes. I manage a smile. Much more Joe-like,
"Just climb a tree! Hide there until the end!" I laugh.
"Other tributes know how to climb trees, you know," I say. Jacob laughs his laugh.
"Yes, I suppose that's true," he says thoughtfully. Although..."
"Jacob!" I cry with happiness. Then I frown. "I guess this is it, then."
"Good luck out there, little buddy." Jacob says sadly, "I'll see you soon. When you come back, we'll all be waiting." I nod. " I hear your parter's a real drama queen, though." he whispers which makes me laugh.
"Bye," I say. Then he leaves.