Desande has a really good form but while writing I noticed there is a bit of a lack of personality in the form and the personality that was submitted is hard to write. I just went with it but that might explain why he doesn't have the best chapters.


Desande Murro, 16, D6M

"I only talk to people I trust the most. You are one of them."


The room, where I waited, was surprisingly cold. So I was shaking most of the waitingtime. I sat on the big hard uncomfortable couch and I imagined all the kids that sat there, waiting to say goodbye and die. My mother entered, I sniffed. I didn't really expect my father and brother would come but I had some hope. They never noticed me but I was glad my mother came. I hugged my mother and told her I would come home, trying to come over as confident as I could.

"You can do it" She told me

I can I thought and I tried to think of my strengths. Smart and patience were the only things I could think of that fast. But maybe I would think of more later. I kissed my mother goodbye. Before my mother even left the room Ruby already stormed in.

"You have to win Desande" She said through the tears that messed up her black makeup.

She looked me deep in my eyes and repeated: "You have to win."

"You can't give up" She whispered.

I hadn't thought about giving up and when she mentioned it I shivered. I would never give up without a fight! Giving up just didn't work with me. I would always try, even if it meant I had to kill innocent kids.

"I won't" I answered.

When Ruby left the room I was all alone. No one would come. Being alone wasn't a problem. I felt calm and liked the silence.


On the train


The train was something I had never seen. It was a huge metal wurm shaped machine that rolled over the rails in an amazing tempo. Fascinated I stepped on board and I waited for the doors to close automatically. I walked to the big coupé smiling. But the smile was gone as fast as it came and the usual frown took its place. The coupé was huge, a dinner table with chairs around it filled the center and there were groups of lounge chairs on the sides. Jake, my mentor, greeted me by shaking my hand firmly when I entered. I had watched his Games on school and still could remember the biggest part. I summarized his Games in my head:

-desert

-six Career kills

-four dehydration deaths.

-Jake got three kills

-six career deaths

-two mutt kills

-three outlier kills

Or was it four mutt kills? I couldn't remember even with my smart brains. We would even have a Hunger Games test for a important grade in school. Ridiculous in my opinion. I sat down in one of the chairs and looked at the girl that everyone called Anna, she wouldn't be a helpful ally so I tried to avoid contact with her.

Jake called me to the table and avoxes started bringing all kinds of food that I had never seen before. I tried something called lasagne and it was delicious. Then I tried something to drink and I took a blue soda that no one knew the name of. The soda was fizzy and sprinkled in my throat. While eating Anna went to her room to take a shower, leaving me and Jake behind. Our escort had already left when I entered because he felt ill.

"Do you want to talk strategy?" Jake asked me. I nodded in response.

"Are you planning on an alliance?" He asked.

"No, I don't think that would work with only three enemies." I answered and he agreed. At that moment I had decided I would open up to Jake so he could help me.

"Here is how I think things are going to go down." Jake started "In the group fase you will have to fight two fights. First there will be two one vs. ones and those winners will battle it out. Of course" He stopped to take a deep breath and sighted. "Of course the Games are unpredictable so anything can happen. But this is in my opinion the most likely."

I thought about his theory and came to the conclusion that it would depend on how the platforms are placed around the cornucopia.

"I want to play high risk high reward. So I want to wait for the perfect timing, when they leave down their guard and then do a killing blow. Is that a good tactic?"

"Yeah, that can work I guess." He said not really answering my question. Because of the food that distracted him.

I left the room accepting his lack of attention. I wondered how it would be to see two kids die every year without you being able to do anything and people still blaming it you. Terrible. I thought. I entered my private room and looked at myself in the mirror. My hair covered my left eye and the other eye had a amber colour. Then I collapsed onto the bed, tired of all the complicated emotions. My body sank into the fluffy mattress and pillows and before I realised I was dreaming. Dreaming of lasagne and blue soda.


Lasagne is very good (except spinach)