Abigail Kroker, Town Square
When I'm standing on the stage, it's all I can do not to show that I'm absolutely terrified right now.
Peeta Mellark pulls the name from the jar, "Michael Webber," he reads of the slip of paper. I've never liked the kid, the cocky brat. He's a partially muscled kid who takes a goofy walk up to the stage.
When he walks over to me, with a smirk on his face, he begins whispering to me. "Don't worry; I'll have your back in the arena." I roll my eyes, and wait for the rest of the tributes to be called.
The next region to be called is the Capital Woods. This was kind of interesting, and somewhat of a repeat of the 74th Games. Peeta moved across the stage, to the next pair of bowls. "The female tribute for the Capital Woods is… Jessica Morris!" A scrawny twelve-year-old slowly walks up to the stage, showing the same feeling I have. I feel kind of bad, because she's nowhere close to fit for the arena.
"I volunteer! I volunteer!" A fourteen-year-old next to her jumps up and runs toward us.
Katniss has a shocked expression on her face, and I can see it on everyone on the crowd. The only one to speak up after the long silence is Peeta. "Um, what's your name?"
"Emily Jacobs."
"Okay, you can head back down, Jessica. You're a lucky girl." Even Peeta's almost at a loss for words, like everyone else.
The boy called up is Max Silvers, a tall, muscular eighteen-year-old that I'm certain can kill anyone in an instant. He kind of resembles previous victors. I make a mental note to become allies with him, though it looks like he'll be flying solo.
When he comes up, there's no expression on his face whatsoever; it's much like stone, kind of creepy in my opinion.
"Okay," Katniss begins, "These four tributes will be heading to the Justice Building, to say their goodbyes. You may head on over in five minutes, and now the next two areas will be called – Capitol Suburbs and the Village."
We're now sent to the most difficult part of the games, while the next groups are called.
