By now, Marvel would be at the Capital. I've been so worried that I couldn't sleep, not one wink. I just lay on my bed, watching Caesar Flickerman talk. They replay the reaping from each district. Ours is first, they show me as Glimmer is called up, but not when Marvel was.
I force myself to get up and get dressed. He will win, he isn't going to die like your brother, I think. Why do I doubt myself? Marvel is good, plus he will be with the Careers.
I turn my head as Caesar announces the reaping for District Twelve, "Yes and there is Haymitch, drunk once again." I watch as Haymitch, District Twelve's mentor fall off the stage. I feel bad for him; he is addicted to alcohol because of the Games. Could that really happen?
"Twilight! Breakfast is ready!" Marvel's mother yells up to me. I quickly make my bed and rush downstairs.
"Good morning," I say to them.
"Morning," Marvel's father says, "So when they show the tributes on the chariot everyone we will stay here. Twilight, most of your peers are going to the square now, it will be on shortly."
"Okay! Thanks," I walk out the door and follow the usual flow of teenagers to the square. I see one of my friends Elizabeth and I run up to her.
"Aren't you proud Marvel got into the Games?" she pushes one of her golden locks of hair behind her ear.
"Yeah I am. I really think he will do really great!" we walk past Glimmer's group of followers, they are huddled in a circle.
"Hm, I guess they don't know what to do without their master," Elizabeth says and I laugh. They really are like puppies; they follow her around everywhere Glimmer goes.
There was static on the screen and the Capitol symbol shows. Caesar Flickerman lists off the tributes in each district. Marvel and Glimmer come out and they are wearing some sort of pink hairy cape, underneath they are wearing a glittery pink shirt.
"That looks exactly what Glimmer would wear," Elizabeth says and we both wonder if Glimmer had any say in the outfit.
Caesar goes through each district by saying what they do and who the tributes are. He pauses in shock as District 12 comes on. They are wearing flame, real flame.
"Shouldn't they burn?" I ask.
"They should," Elizabeth answers.
They don't look like much competition, they boy has strength, but he doesn't look like he knows how to use it. The girl looks starving, maybe around 15 or 16 years old, but she looks absolutely stunning. They are going to be a threat, I think. I wish I could tell Marvel.
Sorry I haven't been posting for a while! This is a really stupid chapter. Elizabeth is my own character and the costume comes from the movie! Please R&R it really makes my day. Oh and give me some ideas for the next chapter! Thanks and have a good day :) oh and pretty please tell your friends about me and review!