Mining is very dangerous. Rocks can fall, making tunnels collapse. You'd die trapped in there, starving and dehydrated, or poisoned from gasses. If you're lucky, the rocks will just fall on you, so you won't have to go through all of the pain.
My parents wanted me to not have to face that. For me to grow up and be a beautiful lady, marry the mayor or some one important. I'd go from nothing to something if that happened, and they'd be proud. However, now I'm famous and my parents are dead. If they were alive they would be ashamed. I'm not ashamed of who I am. My life shaped me this way, from the death of my parents, to the arena, to learning the truth about Panem. I gave up trying to impress people long ago. Thirteen years in fact. Thirteen years ago when I won the 62nd Hunger Games.
Winning those games, I liberated myself, not just from all of those stupid other careers but from myself. I know that going into the 75th Hunger Games I might not survive. I have 1/24 chance of winning. More even odds than ever, besides maybe the first few Hunger Games. Let me tell you how I beat the odds and won my Hunger Games, forever securing myself remembrance, immortality.
The part of District 2 where I grew up always had a layer of stone dust on it, like a dusting of gray snow. The sky was almost always stormy looking although it rarely rained. The day of my reaping, it strangely happened to be pouring. All of those fancy ladies who my mother wanted me to be were soaked and complaining, whimpering at getting wet.
I stood in the eighteen year old section, pressed in. Everyone was standing shoulder to shoulder because of how large my age group was. All of the careers stood in the front, trying to look cool and calm, which was only showing how nervous they were. Fear. It's such a funny little thing. They're afraid of not making it to the stage. Those ladies are afraid of looking ugly and never finding a rich husband to make all their dreams come true.
I slowly and subtly edge my way to the front of group. No one notices me coming, or if they do, they don't care. They've never seen me training before, they don't know my plans.
After a delay, our Capitol escort arrives, with our two mentors, Theresa and Natrion. That's a shame. Theresa will be the female mentor, and she's a complete weakling. No one knows how she won her Games, and she's far too old for me to have been alive to see them.
I overhear two of the careers talking about her.
"Really? Theresa's our mentor? I heard that last time she mentored she did nothing, even though her kid had a ton of sponsors. It almost makes me want to drop out!" the first one complained. The other one, I think her name was Thymina, looked disdainful.
"It's not as if I'd need her, or sponsors. I'd win on pure talent. But maybe, it'd be better if you don't think you could do it, you could drop out and just support me. You'd be supporting a winner," Thymina said.
The first girl, name unknown, surprisingly backed away.
"Maybe you're right. Or maybe she'll just get you killed. Either way, best of luck to you. May the odds be ever in your favor," she said, smirking, and in unison with the Capitol escort, who, along with the mayor had been giving their speeches during this exchange.
I turned my focus to the stage. That had seemed rather fast, but then I noticed that the mayor wasn't even there. There had been less Peace Keepers than usual. Maybe some sort of emergency that he was needed at, but that was all the better for us, we didn't have to listen to that dumb Treaty speech.
The Capitol escort, as custom seemed to dictate, said in her funny accent, "Ladies first!" and reached into the bowl to dig out a name. My heart pounding in my chest, I braced myself. As soon as she said something I started running towards the stage. I didn't even hear the name.
And I reached the stage first. I made it. I made it to the first step of glory.
Hi there! So this is my first part of my Enobaria story! I haven't written in a long time, and the last time was my Gale POV which was like a year ago. I didn't finish it, but hopefully I'll have time to do it sometime. Anyways, I really hope that I can work on this one constantly but no guarantees. So I hope you enjoyed this little bit and the rest of what I do. Thankya very much for your time and have a nice day or night. Au revoir.