I love you and because I love you I would rather have you hate me for telling you the truth than adore me for telling you lies.
For the last week of training I had been receiving over and over again, a flower and a drawing. It was confusing and ultimately frustrating. I was usually good at puzzles and mysteries but I could not figure out who might be leaving the gifts.
My first thought was my stylist or mentors leaving them as a form of encouragement. But that idea quickly disappeared as I remembered their words at the opening ceremony. Maybe it was an Avox trying to be hospitable? But that seemed even more unlikely. My next thought was that it was Ignacio; at least we knew each other a little. But then again we had barely spoken since we arrived.
So I devised a plan. I figured out that whoever was leaving the gifts would have to of arrived at least twenty minutes before me after my training session. While I was training my mentor occupied the room so I thought that the gift giver would have to leave it just as I was getting back from training, and my mentor was leaving the room. So in order to catch them I would leave training early and rush back to my room. It was the day before the interviews and two days till the start of the games so I had to find them tonight.
I managed to sneak out of the training hall ten minutes early and I sprinted to the elevator and rode it up to my floor. Bursting into my room I surveyed the area, and an overwhelming feeling of disappointment fell heavy on my shoulders. There on my bed lay a flower and a picture. I had missed them.
Suddenly I heard the elevator ding in the hallway.
Whoever is in that elevator is the one giving me the gifts.
As soon as I was hit by this realization I threw open the door to my room and rushed to the hallway. Frantically, I looked down the hall to where the elevator was stationed. The doors were just closing.
I couldn't give up, not now, not when I was so close to solving the puzzle. This elevator was the final piece. And so I threw open the door to take the stairs.
I was fast; I knew that, I had spent plenty of time running in my district. But what I didn't know was if I would be fast enough to catch the elevator. I flew down the stairs and at last I reached the door to the stairs exit. I crashed through it, not bothering to be sly like I normally was, and rounded the corner to the elevator.
Suddenly, I slammed into something, or they slammed into me, and I fell to the ground on top of them. Groaning I starred into the emerald eyes of the gift giver.
The girl from district 1.