"Sage Light!"

I shut my eyes. I wished I could be somewhere else. Anywhere else. The twentieth hunger games and it was me. I was a tribute. District seven definitely didn't put the odds in my favour and I am not normally lucky anyway. Silently I staggered towards the platform. You could hear a pin drop.

"oh well you look like a good one" our sickly escort, Skyla said in her ridiculous Capitol accent. I glared at her.

"now for the boys!" Her flawless, pale fingers grasped a slip of paper in the glass orb.

"Marko Forest!" she cried. I didn't know him. It was probably a good thing. Easier to kill, I guess.

I just can't wait to see you in the arena" she smiling fondly at us both.

"Happy Hunger Games! And may the odds be ever in your favour!"