"Hey, Who's Twitchy?"
They were talking about me. That nickname was common when people talk about me. And when people talk about me within earshot, I listen. He was talking to a black kid with a large 2 on his chest and back, he had a 4. Masonry and Fishing. I grimaced.
Careers.
He got an answer in hushed tones. I didn't hear it. "Well no Duh he's from three. I was asking if you know anything about him."
It was rare that anyone talked about me. Rarer that anyone wanted to know anything about me. I stopped twisting up the wire from a canister I found at a training station to look at him. He noticed me looking and motioned me over. As I walked over, I kept thinking to myself, "Dont make any friends, don't make any friends, don't make..." cause I knew that at one point, this boy would try to kill me, if one of the others didn't. Theyd never get the chance. But he didn't know that. Only I knew that.
I stood in front of him, he offered a hand. I shook it as he said "So who are you?"
"Tech. But my friends call me Tinker."
"Well Tinker. I'm Brick. This is Rain." he pointed to the guy he was talking to before who had crossed his arms over his chest now. I nodded to each in turn. "So, You a volunteer?"
"No, I was picked, coincidently. But she" I pointed to the girl I had arrived with. "Did. I would have though, if it were needed..." I said a little too fast. He was a Career, a higher up, trained to take part in the Hunger Games. He was obviously sizing me up, seeing if I was a threat.
I was. But he didn't know that. Only I knew that.
He laughed. "I guess you got lucky then!"
"Yeah. Lucky enough to kill other children. I'm really lucky enough to be able to kill a snob like you before I carry out my plan." I thought to myself.
But he didn't know I had a plan. No one did. Only I knew that.
And that's how I like it.