Trent's gaze was fixated on the television. The reapings were about to be broadcast, and Caesar Flickerman was beginning his opening speech.
"Hello everyone! I hope you're all well!"
"Yeah right," Jane hissed.
"We have quite a spread here for you!" Caesar continued. "I can truly say that I have no idea who will win this year! There are so many choices! But enough about me! Let's meet this years tributes!"
"Oh! I'm so excited!" Olivia giggled.
"She's probably more excited to see herself on TV," Jane whispered to her brother.
District's One and Two both had strong looking tributes, as expected. They always ended up becoming the Careers. Trent made sure to analyze all of his opponents closely, to hopefully find a chink in their armor. Both males were big and strong looking. The boy from one had short black hair, and the boy from two had red hair. Both female tributes had short brown hair.
The girl from District Three was small and very young. She looked to be around twelve years old. As for the boy, he was tall with dark brown hair. He was managing to keep a fairly strong face.
District Four had a volunteer. A young man, who based on his appearance, had to be Trent's age. He had scruffy facial hair, and long brown hair. He was short, but clearly was a powerhouse. The girl came to stage, acting like this was nothing new.
District Five's tributes were both very young. Nothing that seemed to be to worrisome. District Six however had a very tall young man, looking fairly strong. He seemed very casual, trying to keep his cool. The girl however, radiated anger. She had a dark expression on her face, clearly not pleased with the Capitol.
Next, District Seven. An average enough looking pair were picked. The boy was hiding his emotions very well. He had a lean and muscular build. The girl was beautiful, and looked serious.
Trent and Jane's broadcast was nothing special. They both knew how they acted, and couldn't change anything about it at this point.
District Nine had an older girl and younger boy, as did District Ten. District's Eleven and Twelve produced four sixteen year old tributes.
The Capitol emblem flashed across the screen, and turned black. The broadcast was over.
"Well, some of those tributes look tough," their mentor, Skye, said, pushing his sandy hair out of his eyes. "One, two, and four had some strong candidates."
"If I analyze them in training, I can figure this all out no problem," Trent said confidently.
"Don't get cocky," Skye snapped.
"We'll be fine," Jane sighed.