Food. Food. Food. That is the only word that comes to mind when I see what is in front of me. Tables of food, delicious deserts, and refreshing drinks are awaiting Thresh and I. Never have I been so happy to see food. Back in District 11, we only had one meal a day. We were not allowed to pick and food from the fields, or else you would be killed faster than you could say "I was hungry". Everything is so elegant. What seems like thousands of tables are lined with red tablecloths, topped with a white lace design. I run my fingers on the table. Mahogany, I think to myself. I know this because there are hundreds of trees made of this wood back in the fields of District 11. You have to catch on to all different kinds of trees. I was particularly talented at it. I stopped thinking of trees and started right on the food. I ate as quickly as I could, to fill the huge gap in my stomach. Thresh barely touched anything. He does look like he eats a lot, but no eats much back in 11. It's probably just muscle. I'm about to take another bite, but I stop myself. Something inside me says I can't take much more food. After all, I've eaten three of everything, give or take. I then noticed that Thresh wasn't sitting with me at the table anymore. Where could he have gone? He can't have gone in his chamber, it's far too early to sleep. He must have snuck out while I was lost in thought. That's a bad habit of mine. In the arena, I have to ensure that that doesn't happen. Or else someone could sneak up and kill me without realizing it. My thoughts are interrupted when a sliding door opens, revealing the lost Thresh. He started to speak, but he was mumbling, so I couldn't understand him. That was the first time I had ever heard him speak.
"Rue," he says, barely audible. He starts to talk, and I did not like the sound of what I was hearing. District 11 has no victors. Which means Thresh and I have no mentor...