Authors note
Sorry I couldn't update in the morning, I had commitments... but I'm doing it now so in like 6 hours you will have another chapter. Which by suggestion will be Thresh [he could have joined the careers but rejected :O.] .I am so happy I have just reached over 100 views!, I didn't expect anyone would want to read this and I will not stop till the end of the holidays. I also got a review and Alert thing so. I'm jumping with excitement for what is to come.
~Julia
Marvels's point of view
Argggh, did I really still have to train? I have become capable with a spear and throwing spear, or maybe even more then capable. Whatever I guess I will just have to deal with it. I stomped my way to the door trying to rouse my parents and show them how much I did not want to go to training.
The only good thing in training is when I would kill or 'injure' a dummy, I would pretend to see my parent's faces on it. Their faces crying in agony of the torturous methods I have put to use on them. Sometimes even the trainers sometimes had to stop me saying.
"Marvel, that's to horrendous for anyone to look at, they are going to turn the cameras away and the rest of the career pack will also be cut out of the shot."
I wish they would just leave me be finding ways to torture unmercifully kids to death. Today, I was going to train with things that I don't like, not dramatic enough and is not stylish. I picked up the Kukri, a mix between a knife and a sword. There was nothing special I could do with it. The only difference between it and a sword is that the handle is wooden, makes you seem poor, and that the blade is curved inwards, why would I want to harm myself.
Then it struck me, why wouldn't I hurt myself. I tried so hard to think about pros that could outweigh the cons but there was nothing that could tip the scales. Just then, a golden haired girl walked in, she looked stunning. I watched her for the rest of training which was probably not the best idea as I was going to volunteer tomorrow. She looked like something was bothering her. I wanted to help but, I didn't know her and she was pretty much oblivious to me.
After a careful amount of observing, I found her to be one of those typical rich and popular kids that want to win the hunger games but she looked different. She did not stick to anyone weapon, she went to all. She did not stay with just the popular kids; she mixed with the ones that weren't the best at making friends too.
That night I was going to follow her home and then talk to her saying that I was on my way home and that we were in the same training class. All my plans were foiled when she walked into the counsellor's office.
I waited long hours listening in to her conversations. I was shocked to hear that she didn't want to go into the hunger games but her parents were making her, or at least pushing her to do it. When the door finally swung open, she with the counsellor walked out together. Strange, what could be the occasion? I tried acting casual but I ended up looking like a dork trying to be a pretzel. Glimmer, I found her name was did not look at me but the counsellor, which I guess didn't trust me since I was still here so late, and knew that I don't like training and won't go after time, glared at me strangely. Doesn't matter, just one more thing that I won't miss when I go into the Hunger Games.
I checked my watch. Has it really been 4 hours already?! Guess my parents would be wondering where I was. Abandon operation talk to Glimmer.
"Mother, Father, I am home."
No reply, the lights were all out and the house was empty. Not that it mattered. They went out whenever they suited and left me alone which was illegal until next year. Why would it matter? One less mouth to feed, but also one less pair of helping hands, which by now, is covered in calluses.
I went to bed, thinking about the long road that was going to be ahead of me. The killing, the good part, Not Enough Food ,Jokes, No family, no Glimmer. Maybe the no family part wasn't so bad.
"Ladies first was the part when I woke up from my sleep in, still looking good though, possibly best dressed 3 years running, in my mind.
"Cassandra Hyland"
The chirpy voice was unmistakable, it belonged to Glim.
"I volunteer as tribute."
So she did go along with the plan.
"Justin Crystaland."
I volunteer without a second thought and I am District 2's very next male tribute. I had to protect the fragile Glimmer, and I also had to escape my life. I looked her in the eyes for the very first time. Emerald green and hair like gold, she really is native to District 2. When we locked eyes, it was like we were telepathically conveying messages. I knew she didn't want to go to the games, but I didn't know why, and right then and there, she told me.
After that, my soul purpose in the games was to protect Glimmer at all costs. She is now more precious to me than my life.
I know this chapter was a bit shorter than usual but, I didn't know what to do. Review or private message me and I will change the chapter to your Idea. Anyways, review and follow/favourite and three of you have already done that so...
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