I can say that the opening ceremony was a peer pressure. Everyone in our team forced me and Krad to do that. Well, at least we pleased the Capitol.
"There will be no training." That is what I heard from our escort.
"What?" All of us Tributes from District 12 exclaimed.
"Are they insane?" Ivan asked.
"I don't know." Valentia replied.
"What do you mean you don't know, you don't care?" Elf raised his voice.
"Shut up everyone.I know this is getting very difficult for you. And I don't have any option but to tell you that..."
"Tell us what?" I asked Valentia.
"That the Hunger Games will start tomorrow."
"What do you mean by tomorrow?"
Valentia didn't reply.
"Are you saying we will be thrown out there to die...untrained?"
"You will not be just thrown out there. Your entrance will be grand."
"I don't care about the entrance. I care about my fellow tributes." I shouted, which I didn't expect. Valentia bacame silent for a bit.
"Now, if we won't have anything to talk about, return to your quarters and sleep. Tomorrow, you'll all be dead."
"If you don't care about us...then you're not who you really are. I know there is something good inside of you." All of us returned to our room.
My sleep was very comfortable despite the fact that I will die the next day.
I was awaken by a sound from the door. It was Valentia.
"Wake up, fighter. Games will start in an hour."
We walked to the main hall to prepare for a short travel to the Arena.
Then, someone pulled my shirt. "Lawr, what's up?"
"I just...j-just want to tell you I love you. I'm sorry for the mistakes I've made." I was touched.
"It's o-" Lawr ran away. "Wait."
"Everyone, let's go." Valentia commanded.