With that, i pull my knife across her neck, and Gloss yells my name.
It takes me a while to get off Lissa's body, and Ryan carries me off.
"What happens to me now?"
"I.. I dont know Cash."He stammers in reply.
Gloss carries me back to the car, and sits me in the front seat.
He sits down himself.
"What happend Cashmere? You dont usually loose your cool like that."
"She.. She was insulting me."
"And?"He says, knowing that isnt everything.
"And you. She said she and her brother would kill you and that i was practise."
He stares at me.
"You dont believe me.."I conclude, looking away.
"Cashmere. I do believe you. Im just trying to think why she and her brother would want to kill me."
"I dont know why. But i do know im going to kill him next."
"We'll handel it when we get back,okay? Promise me Cash?"
I sigh."Okay. I promise."
"Cash, you need to get some sleep. Tomorrow will be a loooooooooooong day. Knowing you." Gloss says, and i nod.
I change and go to bed.
But i cant sleep, images of Lissa's dead body swirm in my memories.
I even smile because of them, and i think about how i will be killing people to survive myself in a week.
Its nearly the next day when i finally fall asleep.
I wake up again, and stare at the soft yellow dress that's on my desk, with a pair of black shoes with it.
I slip into both of them as quick as i can, then begin to tie my wavy hair into a ponytail.
"Cashmere!"
"Im coming!"
I thud down the stairs, where Gloss is waiting for me with a sandwich.
"Do you have your token?"
"Yup."I say, grabbing our moms necklace from under my dress.
"Good. Eat this on the way."
Our Escort, Sally, trundles up on the stage.
Im standing right infront of the Stage, and Gloss is in his mentor chair on the stage.
He rolls his eyes at Sally's chirpyness, and i chuckle.
"Welcome Welcome.
The Time has come for us to pick one young man and woman, to compete in the Sixty-Ninth Annual Hunger Games.
As per usual, Ladies first."
She trails her hand across the bowl for forever.
Then she finally pulls out a slip of paper.
"Amelia Gregson!"
Thats my que.
The little Twelve year old girl begins to walk, scared out of her damn mind, and i shoot up out of my section.
"I volunteer!"I yell.
"I think we have a volunteer."
I run up to the stage, grinning widely at Gloss and Sally.
"What's your name, dear?"
"Cashmere Aedas."
"Well, may the odds be ever in your favor Cashmere!"
The she pulls out the boy's paper.
"Danny Pork!"
Another Twelve year old.
"I VOLUNTEER!"
This guy storms up beside me.
"Well, two volunteers!
What's your name?"
"Derek Lin."
"Well, Here are your Tributes for District One!
Happy Hunger Games, and may the odds be forever in your favor!"