District 1- Girl
Glimmer.
I flicked my hair back as I stared at the screen waiting for our scores, I knew Marvel was watching me and I knew what he thought of me. But I pushed that aside, so what if I was good-looking, I couldn't help it! He was just jealous anyway that this will help me more in the games. It's true I'm pretty much the districts biggest slut but I can't help that, It's all I've ever known. I didn't grow up like Marvel, who lived in district 1s finest and spent his days training for the games to start a legacy in his family he hoped would continue after him.
I grew up in the lower less privileged parts of the district, not having much, I'd spend a night with a guy who paid his part and earned money this way, whilst my mother sold jewels in a small shop on the corner to the richer residents of the district. I was sent into training when I was eight or nine when we were living in the higher ends of the district, when my dad was alive and traded regularly with the capitol for large amounts of money. However it didn't last long and instead of trading; the capitol just took what they wanted and instead resigned my dad to a job as a peacekeeper in which he refused and resulted soon after to his death.
My fees for training had already been paid off so that was no worry, however money doesn't last forever and soon all the fancy dresses and jewels my mom brought from that corner shop soon resulted in it running out and her working there. I think it was the biggest mistake we could have ever made because then my mom ended up introducing me to a 'friend' and it took one small glass of whisky that was spiked for me to end up waking up in a bed that wasn't mine with fifteen dollars on the side and a note saying 'Thanks princess- Best night I've ever had'
I shivered the same man coming to mind and my thoughts running through my head as I recalled that night and how vulnerable I'd been, now, I was anything but vulnerable and instead let them do it and in some cases even enjoyed it. Yes, I said it, enjoyed it. I was so busy thinking I didn't notice everyone staring at me as my name appeared on the screen and an eight flashed in front of it.
EIGHT!
That's it? That's all I'm getting? Fury ripped within me, two whole nights with two men and that's all I'm getting? Does that mean without that I would have gotten what a five? This wasn't fair.
I stood up and was about to storm off when someone caught my arm. Cashmere.
"Glimmer, you don't need to storm off, look, I know your angry but look theres plenty of other options. Even with an eight you'll still have sponsors lining up for you. Maybe we need to try something else in the interview but this isn't the end. I bet you got better than district 12, they might have looked tough in the parade but I heard the girl...what's her name? Katy? Something like that can't even do anything and just hides behind the snare making station during training"
I knew cashmere wasn't saying this to make me feel better but because she had to. But most of it was true and I shouldn't let a score get in the way of me winning. If I can recall back in training I remember a boy from 6 getting a two and was absolutely ridiculed so much that when he killed eight people in the bloodbath and beheaded his last opponent, capitol citizens fainted and one even had a heart attack from lousing most their money on a bet.
I sighed and nodded whilst turning back around to see everyone now congratulating Marvel who by the looks of it got a ten. I sat back down and gave a small "congratulations" to Marvel who simply nodded in return.
Every district seemed to pass by only a few really sticking out to me such as district 2 who both got tens which wasn't unexpected at all - no sarcasm intended there at all whatsoever, the district 4 girl who's called Sandy, who's in our alliance too got a nine, and the district 11 tributes in which the little girl managed to grab a seven and Thresh who I remember we wanted in the alliance got a ten as well. That just leaves me, and I'm about to stand up and cry another fit of rage when district 12 shows up and everyone goes silent waiting to see if the district lived up to their fiery entrance at the start of the games.
In fact they did.
The boy not so much, who received an eight and the girl who is called Katniss got an 11.
Now that is impressive.
I want to throw a fit, get angry and throw something just to show I am tough and I am capable of getting angry too, but instead I sit there as jealousy rages through my body hotter than the fire district 12s parade costumes consisted of. Marvel is already storming around and fuming whilst holding his head in his hands and pulling on his hair after he kicked over a table, the normally funny and calm career now showed his venomous side and the side that wanted nothing more than to kill. Because at the end of the day he was just as deadly as district two and so was I, we were no different.
No matter how pretty or perfect, deadly or bloodthirsty, funny and kind any career could seem we were meant for one thing no matter how we came across or went about it...
And that one thing was to kill.
