Seated across the table from me was Mags, the victor of the 9th Hunger Games, next to me sat the victor of the 60th Hunger Games, Thomas Gallon. And of course, diagonal from me sat the lovely Andrea, who was sending me lovely death glares over her fillet. I rolled my eyes. Andrea, noticing the swift action, promptly started to increase the fright of her death glare. "So I be taking Andrea, and Mags be taking you Finnick." Thomas said at last, the last words he spoken was when he first came to greet us. Uh oh, this isn't good, Mags is 80 something, and I can barely understand her. Thomas was 23, winning his games at 18, and still at the top of his game. He volunteered, and was a career, apparently noticed Andrea was one. At the news, Andrea began to smirk at me. I already couldn't stand her, when a thought crossed my mind.
Thomas, who was a trained career, wanted to help Andrea leaving me with the old lady, meaning he already gave up on me. Now all I can do is hoping Mags doesn't give up on me. "Don't worry Finnick, that old lady is one of the finest mentors that you could get." He grinned at Mags. Mags rolled her eyes at him, and turned to give me a warm smile. I have yet to hear her speak, since her greeting was a smile and nod. "So you two, Mallory is never gonna shut up. I'm warning you now, so smile and act like you want to hear her talk about stuff no one cares about, and not hurtle a chair out the window." He grinned yet again. And of course Mallory enters the room looking around as if she was expecting everyone to bow. Like hell we do that. "Speak of the devil." Mags muttered under her breathe, her voice wispy with age. I grinned at her, which she returned with no hesitant. I was starting to like these mentors.
"So Finnick, do you fish?" Mags asks as Mallory sits in her seat. "Of course." I grin. "It's the one thing me and my dad did, that wasn't awkward. He takes me out all the time." "Not anymore." Remarked the queen of sass, Andrea. Both mentors sent a glare her way. "That be good for survival. The arena isn't all about killing." Mags told me. Thomas repeated the question to Andrea, who responded enthusiastically. I tuned out her response, not caring what she had to say. I started to imagine being back on our fishing boat, fishing as if nothing bad had happen, or would happen. A sharp pinch on my arm snapped me out of my reverie. I looked at Andrea expecting her to be the culprit. She was still talking. I looked at Mags realizing it was her. She has one heck of a pinch. She grins, and nods to Andrea beckoning me to pay attention. Oh pay attention to the competition, why wasn't I already doing that?
I'm too distracted for my own good. I rubbed my eyes, hoping to pay more attention. I realized she had just finished speaking. Mallory seeing an opening to speak, started going on and on about how the shoe prices were beginning to rise. Wow, Thomas was right, I really do want to hurtle a chair out the window. And judging by Andrea's glare, finally directed to someone other than me, wanted to too. A smile tweaked its way at my lips. Mallory turned the other way, claiming she heard a noise, which I realized that Mags, on the other side of the table threw something across the room, while Mallory wasn't paying attention. Mags promptly began to air-choke Andrea. Laughter bubbled inside me rising out to be join by Thomas's hearty chuckles. Even Andrea was smiling. Mallory whipped back around to see that Mags had transformed her action into a sweet, too sweet smile. Mallory began to demand what was so funny. No one answered.
Once dinner was finished, we all headed into the living room to watch the reaping recaps. District 1 tributes were both reaped, no volunteers. They were utterly unimpressive. The girl was 17 years old, while the boy was 15. District 2 both had volunteers. The boy was more than twice my height and weight. Mags, sitting next to me on the couch, gave me a comforting squeeze on the shoulder. The girl was able to match Andrea in her impressive build. District 3 tributes were both 12 years old. The girl glasses were taped in the middle, looking like they have been broken several times. In district 4, we both look fearless and fearful, at least Andrea looked fearful. This was good. The rest of the districts were last tributes in district 12 were both on 12 years old. The girl had blonde hair , blue eyes, while the boy had grey eyes, and coal-black hair. The boy had the description of many tributes from there. The girls features appeared less often.
"Okay." Announced Thomas standing up with a clap of his hands, as soon as the t.v. flickered off. "Time for bed. Go on go on! You need your beauty sleep for when you meet your stylists tomorrow." Everyone exchanges good night, as we head off to bed. I find my room soon enough, as it had my name written across it. And lucky me Andrea's room is right across. I enter and make sure I lock the door in case Andrea gets an idea to murder me in my sleep. I take off my shoes and throw them where ever as they make a loud thump. I jog to the bathroom, and strip off my clothes. I step into the shower and cleanse myself. I then ready myself for bed. I flop onto the bed, my arms behind my head. Before I even have time to think, like I planned, I fell into a deep slumber.