Fiona
When Fiona got her first glimpse of arena, she smiled.
She knew she was probably going to face immediate death since she was only twelve – the youngest to be a tribute – and looked even younger still; about eight or nine. She was skinny and short, with hollow brown eyes and tanned skin from working under the sun so much. She had short brown hair that swept across her tiny, pointed chin. Fiona was from District 11; the agricultural district.
And the arena was definitely in her favor.