Adam and I are sitting in a room together. Just us. I look around, its actually quite nice. Luxurious even. I feel the cloth and trace the patter on the chair I'm sitting in. not particularly thinking about anything when the door flies open.
"Oh congratulations!" Auriemma gasps. "You two are just lovely." I look up and give Auriemma the nastiest look I can conjure before going back to tracing the pattern on my chair. I hear a mans voice.
"Sorry about her, Auriemma doesn't quick know what it's like to be picked from the reaping ball." I look up, this is one of our past victors. I assume he will be Adam and I's mentor. I don't recognize him. I don't think I watched the games he played in. He is still young though. No more than 30. "I'm William York, your mentor for the games." I look at Adam, wondering if he know who this William guy is. He shakes his head. Before I know it William is shooing out Auriemma and It's just us three in the room. "There's a lot to explain, yes I know. But I want to start off with this. As I have said my name is William. I won the 26th Hunger games. That means you were both what? 6? I won when I was 17. I killed probably a third of the tributes playing." I look up at him to see him smiling. I side glace at Adam, who is starring at the floor. "It was quite a brilliant year, you know, actually quite tragic. The girl that came with me from our district was one of the first to die, sad really." William frowns. "I can still almost see the fear in her eyes-" I am beyond pissed off right now. Weather it's at William, I don't know. But I do not want to spend my last few days listening to some man go on about his Hunger Games. He needs to prepared for what Adam and are going to face. I stand up outraged. And storm out of the room. Surly one of the other victors can be my mentor and help me because it looks like William won't be much help.
I find myself in a rather long hallways with plenty of doors. None are open though. Finally I give up. Before I go back into the room with Adam and the annoying William Auriemma finds me.
"Oh, Rosanna-"
"Anna." I correct her.
She clears her throat. "Ah, yes. Anna." She says. "I know William isn't the brightest. But I have desided that I want you and Adam to choice who your mentor is. The rules of the game says there must be only one sponsor. I was going to send in each victor for you and Adam to have a few minutes with and then among yourselves decide which one you wanted. Your only allowed one mentor because the mentor, whoever it is your and Adam choice, must make tough choices in there. And having several people voice their own opinions." She scoffs. "Well that would just be chaos." I nod. That does seem reasonable. Right now I don't want to spend time with any victor that would be a waste of my time. So I shoot into questions.
"Who would you recommend?" This seems to surprise her.
"I-Uh." Auriemma is puzzled. Great.
I try another approach. "Who has been the mentor for the last couple tributes?" Auriemma smiles.
"Abbey Beer." This name registers in my head. I watched Abbey win the games from my very one television. This was one of the best years ever. Abbey was probably the smartest person there. And she was prepared. She has strategized beautifully. I was amazed by her performance. I watched her when I was very little. I wanted to be as badass as her. Because she was a lady and she was gracious.