A/N: This chapter isn't very long either. Maybe my first one was just extra long, and the rest will probably be like this. XD
Disclaimer: Sadly, I still don't own The Hunger Games. All rights go to the awesome Suzanne Collins.
Mags and I sit across from the two tributes. I think we might have a chance this year. The boy, Fletcher, is obviously strong. He is a bit cocky. That could get him into trouble with the other Career's. The girl, I think her name is Cara, doesn't look very strong, but she looks light. That could help with climbing, and running. She seemed confident during the reaping's, like she would've volunteered anyway. But she nearly fainted when Kaylan Lynch was reaped. She must have knew him.
"Okay, tributes. If you don't already know, I'm Finnick and this is Mags. We will both be your mentors, but you will each get a main mentor. This is mainly to sort out sponsor money, but if you need any advise you should come to your main mentor. You two can decide between yourselves who you want." I wait for their answers. "I don't really mind." says Cara. "Doesn't matter to me. Either way, I'm going to win." Cara's expression slips at this, she looks nervous, but she hides it quickly. "Don't be too confident, Fletcher." warns Mags. Fletcher smirks, but keeps his mouth shut. "Mags?" I look at her. "Who do you want?" She glances at both of them, before turning back to me. "I'll take Fletcher. I'd like to keep my eye on him." Cara is the one to smirk at this. "So, Cara, you're with me. Your rooms are the two to the left. The replays will be on in an hour, so meet us out here to watch them when you're ready. They both walk into their rooms. I talk to Mags for a while. "What do you think, Mags?" "I think we may have a winner this year, Finn." We both grin. It's nice to think that one of your tributes has a chance. A chance to survive the arena.
About twenty minutes before the replays, Fletcher comes out of his room. He still has that smirk on his face. He sits down across from us. "We both know you're good with a spear, Fletcher. Anything else?" Everybody from District 4 is good with a spear. It is the fishing district, after all. "What Finnick means is, anything special? Finicky had his trident. Are you good with a bow and arrow, knives, an axe?" Mays says, her eyebrows raised. His smirk is wiped off his face. "I'm okay, I guess.." Maybe he's not as cocky as I thought. Cara walks in about five minutes after Fletcher. "Do you two have any questions?" Sandra walks into the room, her arms folded, and sits down beside Mags. I like Sandra. She's not as annoying, or as oblivious to the torture The Hunger Games causes, as other Capitol citizens. Cara doesn't look nervous anymore, which is good. She shouldn't let Fletcher know she's anyway scared of the arena. "No, not really." Something clicks in my brain. "Morris... You're Ryan's sister, aren't you?" Cara nods. "How does everybody know my brother?" she whispers under her breath. She doesn't know. "Ryan has been training with the victors, with about 30 others. Including Fletcher." Cara looks shocked. "What?" Her eyes are wide, her voice quite. The replays start before I can explain and further.
First is District 1. They were both volunteers. District 2 had one volunteer, the boy. After that, there were no volunteers except Fletcher, and the boy from District 9. "The Career's are obviously strong, so watch them. Keep an eye on District 7 and 9." I tell them. District 9, the boy, was bigger than Fletcher. He volunteered for a 12 year old boy, who could've been his brother. District 7 both looked strong. They didn't look worried at all when they were walking up the stage. After it's over, and we've discussed it a bit more, the tributes head back to their rooms. I go to my room soon after. Tomorrow, we arrive in the Capitol.
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