2 chapters today! Thought you'd need a bit of reading before I leave for a week. Still need male tributes. To Radio Free Death-at that point I had no tributes but I will update the prologue now. To Smiley: Thanks! Julia is actually by Whirlpool833
(Akwa's POV)
I don't want to lose. Scratch that- I really won't lose. Not to unwashed boys with leering smirks and dirty faces. Not to the people who killed my sister. Oh, Skye. What they did to you is so unfair. I hope I don't follow in her footsteps. I won't, though. Skye didn't expect what happened. I will.
The visitor's room is a plush, pink palace. The carpets are a salmon colour and the sofas are velvety and smooth. I briefly wonder what confrontations had taken place in this room in the twenty-five years since it was constructed.
The first person to enter is my mother. She wraps me in a hug, and confesses that she had a hand in the mayor's decision. I already know she has been tormented for Skye's loss and wants another chance at success.
"I'm not going the same way as Skye, before you tell me. I have a plan, actually."
She remains silent as I glower at her. That's how we remain until a Peacekeeper calls her away and motions for me to wait. I can't imagine who will visit me. My father is away on business for President Owens (again) and I didn't bother to make friends in District 4. I didn't need to; there wasn't rich pickings anyway.
A young girl comes sprinting in. I have never seen her before but... anyone is welcome here.