All For The Games
Chapter TwoI seriously hate myself. I know I'm just having a panic attack and I wasn't actually called. For thinking only of myself, of course, it had to have been me who was called, no one else has such a horrid life. For assuming I was called, for being self-centered, I truly do hate myself.
When I realize I'm being ushered to the stage, it's a slap in the face.
After I finally get up on the stage with the Capitol lady, Katniss, and a few Peacekeepers, I feel like an idiot. I must've looked like one too, with my slow reaction to what has happened.
SURVIVAL RULE ONE:
Do not wait to be told or made to do something. Follow your instinct and do it before you gain a disadvantage.
I never say much. Sure, I talk. I'm a very social guy. But when it comes to my actual feelings, I'm like any other guy.
It's worse because for other others guys it doesn't really matter that much. Their most complex emotion might be liking more than one girl at once. And I'm not like that. I do have a lot of emotions, I just end up sputtering when I try to voice them. Lies come easier to me.
But when I'm up on that stage with Caeser Flickerman, how can I lie to all of Panem?
And how can I lie to Katniss?
The Peacekeepers usher us away, and Katniss and I shuffle towards the door. Inside, friends and family come to your room to say their goodbyes. I know no one will come for me. I'm just the son of a baker. But Katniss? She would make a much more interesting victor.
And that's all the Capitol people care about. Effie rubs off on us and some of the District people forget what this really is. They forget and give in to the Capitol's game.