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Mira Murray

17

~You never need to apologize for how you chose to survive~

"Bye Noel!" I shout to my older brother. Our bungalow is so small I don't need to shout but it's a habit I'd gotten into when I was looking for him around the acadamy.

We only lived there for 3 years but the little things I picked up aren't even gone, 4 years later. Things like hiding your personal objects.

Noel is really the only person I ever shout around with, even with my best friend Kai, I still talk quietly.

I jog up to the path to the training centre. My last chance to train properly, without my tribe mates or whatever the fuck that is.

Neither Noel nor Kai wants me to volunteer but I'm doing it for them. If I win I can give Noel a better life, we can live in Victor's village and feast everyday, not having to worry about jobs or training.

"Hey Mimi," says Kai, leaning against the wall. I wave back at him and we walk into the centre. I pick up a bunch of knives and Kai does the same, we're both good with them but they're my specialty whilst Kai's is a trident.

Damon, this years other volunteer, walks by, patting me on the head as he passes. He treats me like I'm 5 just because he's almost a foot taller. He's arrogant and annoying and everyone except him thinks that. He expects people to be his slave.

He really pisses me off but he's a lot stronger than me, even if I'm smarter.

I twist around and glare at him but he just laughs, not taking me seriously. "Don't get your panties in a twist Darling."

I nearly shove a knife into him but Kai drags me away just in time. "Ugh," I exclaim dramatically, "He gets me so pissed!"

"Maybe you shouldn't volunteer then," Kai tries to play it off as a joke but I can see the hope in his eyes. I punch his shoulder and roll my eyes.

"Spar with me?"

We walk out of the training centre together and I hug him goodbye, breathing in his fresh ocean smell.

"Hey Mira!" My brother says, wearing his fisherman outfit, after the reaping he's going fishing. I've never been and I'm curious but I know I need to volunteer, it's unfair.

I lift my hand and go into my small bedroom. We don't have stairs in our house, partly because of my panic attack every time I go to use them. My parents died in a fire, one they could have easily survived if the stairs hadn't collapsed.

That was the reason me and Noel had to live at the training academy. We have aunts and uncles but none of them were willing to take the baggage of a 10 and 16 year old.

I pick out a simple blue dress and shove my hair into two messy buns on the side of my head. I slip my seashell hair clip, the last thing my mother bought for me, into the left side of my head.

I check myself over and run out of the door.

Time for me to see the Capitol.

Damon Shark

18

~What are you looking at, you punk ass?~

A simple fact is that people don't like the truth. They say the truth will set you free but it doesn't. I know I'm better than everyone else, and they know it too but it doesn't stop them deluding themselves that we're on the same level?

I'm honest and if people calling me arrogant is the price to pay for this then I don't care.

I walk into the training centre and almost scream. Most of the tridents are gone, being used, leaving only the crappy cheap ones.

I pick up a sword but my heart isn't in it. I can use other weapons, I'm not a one trick pony, I just prefer tridents. They're my specialty.

I play around, looking for a different weapon, for a bit when Mira, the other volunteer walks in with her friend. I love seeing them together, Mira is tiny and Kai is almost as tall as me.

I walk past them, patting her on the head as I go, knowing it'll wind her up. I'm not disappointed. Her head snaps and she glares at me. "Don't get your panties in a twist, darling." I drawl and she nearly lunges at me.

Her friend holds her back and I laugh and walk away.

Too easy.

I leave the training centre and walk back home. I'm slightly sweaty but not too bad. I'll need a shower though.

I step under the almost scalding hot water, letting it relax me. I get out and dry off before standing in front of a mirror, and putting gel into my hair and rubbing it around until I get the look I want. I then take put my razor and shave my face.

Then I start doing my makeup.

Not sissy, girly makeup like lipstick and whatever, just foundation, concealer and a tiny bit of mascara.

Hotness has no gender.

I pull on a pair of black jeans, pairing it with a dark blue button down and slip on my sunglasses. I pull out my hand mirror and shove it into my pocket. It'll help me look good and if things start going wrong I can break it and use the glass to kill someone.

Beautiful and deadly, like me.

I walk out my bedroom and say goodbye to my mother. My father glares from the corner. He had trained since he was 6 and he was never picked to volunteer.

I shove my trainers on and jog out of the house. I'll be at the square in good time.

Mira Murray

I glower in the square, my finger smarting. The idiots pricking my finger didn't manage to get blood the first time so now my finger resembles a fucking pin cushion.

I tune out until whoever is gonna be our escort steps into the stage.

"Welcome everyone!"

She called out a name, someone I don't recconise. I don't care.

"I volunteer as Tribute!"

I stand as tall as possible, looking proudly. Even Damon volunteering can't ruin my good mood.

Damon Shark

After short girl volunteers, looking about 12 on the stage I wait for the escort to read out a name.

"Kai Bahiri."

For a second I think about not volunteering, entertainment for the Capitol.

In the end I decide to. I'll provide more entertainment just being there.

"I volunteer as the Tribute!"

Mira Murray

I swallow my tears, I regret it. The euphoria of standing on the stage has disappeared. I'm never going to see my brother again. I was an idiot.

I hug Noel, hating myself with every fibre of my being. He's already lost so much and now he'll lose me too.

I always thought I was better then Damon: less arrogant.

Maybe I wasn't.

Damon Shark

If I listen carfully I can hear the sound of the short girl sniffing.

Music to my ears.

My family visits me, or my mother does anyway. She drones on and on to the injustice done my family about 1 million years ago. I've had this conversation about a thousand times.

My mother doesn't care.

When I survive, I'll hear it a thousand more.

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