"Now the time has come to choose our tributes for district 2 for the honor of participating in the The 72nd Hunger Games, As usual, Ladies First!" Lincia, The escort, announced with her high posh voice. She slowly walked towards the bowl of names and slowly her hand fished around, Finally one slip of paper was caught by her long fingers, And she read it out
"Fern Kentwell!"
I stood there, feet planted on the ground. Someone pushed me a bit to get me moving. I walked up to the stage emotionless. I was relieved that i came from district 2 and that i will hear the common call "I Volunteer as tribute!" Some kid must be deciding whether or not to volunteer. I decided to focus more on the sky then on the shocked faces of my town.
I do hear those words, Very low for a female voice. I look over, expecting to see the kind hearted face who would risk their lives, to save mine.
Instead i look into the cold-hearted,steely eyes of an 18 year old boy. No one Volunteered….
"Maximus"I think. Everyone calls him max though.
"Come on you two shake hands now!" Lincia says impatiently. I hold out my hand towards him. His hands are rough and strong, like the rest of him. He definitely has never missed a meal.
District 2's tributes, a strong, rich, well-fed, 18 year old killer and a small weak 14 year old who can throw a knife or two. I WONDER WHO WILL WIN?
I glanced back at max "Probably thinking that i will be an easy kill" Then suddenly i remember. We are both Careers so we will most likely team up. Well he is definitely a career. I just know how to throw a knife, i haven't trained my entire life for this unlike my 14 year old sister Clove. We will probably team up with district 1 and maybe 4. But i can't trust him
I can't trust anyone.