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I can't believe this is really happening! I wish it was a nightmare! But it can't be. In a nightmare, you never pee your pants whilst flying in a hovercraft!
'Arm please!' The lady says. I bite my lip so I don't scream as she injects the tracker. The beefy, blonde boy from 2 sniggers. For the past two hours he has been tormenting me. I peed my pants when he talked about something called 'hung, drawn and quartered.'
The atmosphere in the cabin is no better. I suppose everyone is thinking about their families. I wonder what Malikee, Jarred and Mum are doing now?
Ellick gives a slight nod at me every so often, from across the cabin. I go through our plan in my mind again. Run for something close, then meet Lilac and Ellick. I wonder what the arena will be like. Last year the whole arena was a mountain range. Some of it was under forest and some it was just wide open hills. One tribute died of exhaustion from going up and down the mountains. I hear some sort of command over a loud speaker but my brain can't make sense of the words. All of us stand up. Some tributes groan and stretch as the hovercraft door opens. NO! My brain screams. This is my death sentence! I walk in the group with the other tributes. Then I notice Dessi. It's the first time I've seen him since the reaping. He makes weird sounds and a peacekeeper has to grab him. But suddenly I lose sight everyone. I'm pushed into a small room. I see a small glass elevator. Oh goodness this is it!
'Hi honey!' Persephone squeals, giving me a hug. She helps me dress. The outfit is a khaki shirt with matching, baggy short-shorts. Under the shorts are tight, black, cotton pants. The footwear is sneakers that look like hiking boots. They should be okay for sprinting. She gives me another hug.
'I have to say, you may be a quiet one but you're the nicest tribute I've styled in my eight years.' She starts tearing up.
'Oh Persephone! I'm petrified.'
'I know. But- this is my line that I hate saying every year- it's time.' She gestures towards the launch pad. We both burst into tears. She dries my eyes and squeezes my hand as I step onto the plate. The glass closes. I make a love heart symbol with my fingers. She covers her hands with her face and I see the tears pour out again. Then she disappears as I shoot upwards. Blinding light pierces my eyes. I've heard that when you die you "see the light". Maybe I am dead? But my eyes adjust. I'm in the arena.
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