Disclaimer: I do not own The Hunger Games. The amazing Suzanne Collins does.
The four people from 12 watched the recap of the reapings.
Haymitch Abernathy, the lone victor from the second Quarter Quell.
Effie Trinket, District 12's very own escort.
Peeta Mellark, District 12's male tribute.
And me, Katniss Everdeen, the first volunteer of District 12, also the female tribute.
They watched the two volunteers from District 1 and 2. From 1, a blonde, arrogant girl and a tall, skinny brunette boy. The boy, no doubt, has some skills. But the girl could probably hardly handle a weapon. From 2, a small brunette and a tall muscular boy. Even if the girl seems small, she has that sadistic smile plastered on her face. She must know what she's doing.
The boy though, looked unusually familiar. Had she seen him before? In a District Parade, perhaps? Every district has this parade celebration every year. Sometimes, the wealthier districts holds balls. But in the poorer districts like 12, people just dance in the square with music surrounding them. But how could she ever meet a guy like him in the parade?
I must have a weird expression on my face, cause Peeta looks at me and asks if I'm okay. "Yeah," I say, "just sizing up competition." He nods before turning his attention back to the screen. Haymitch, though, is staring at me. Like he knows what I'm thinking. I stare back, silently daring him to look away. It doesn't take long before he does. Later, I tell myself, later I will find out who the handsome boy from District 2 is.