Chapter Two: Dead Languages

As we boarded the train people crowded around us for information about our lives. Do you think you will win? What are your odds? Do you have preferences on

district alliances? I put my hand up on the camera lenses as if a celebrity were being annoyed by paparazzi. I am not a celebrity, just an ordinary teenage boy

who got chose to die, big whoop. Aelius tried to reason with the news reporters but his voice was just too quiet and shy as if he had tried to get the attention

of the world. I was surprised I am still alive after going through that. The room that we entered when we got on was big filled with pastries and other foodstuff

that barely looked edible. Before my stomach turned I sat down on the lounge chair, unaware of the woman sitting in front of me when she attentively

coughed. Both I and Ada jumped since we had both not seen her as her clothing matched the blue velvet chairs. Aelius quickly with small steps introduced us to

our mentor, Siria Futura.

Based on my "smarter than an average bear" knowledge, Siri means beautiful victory in Norwegian, a dead language for more than a thousand years.*Cough

Cough* thanks Aelius *Cough Cough* Hello….."Ada" Ada had said with such pretentiousness that I swear I saw some illuminating off her. "Beetee" I had said.

"Hello children, I'm Siria Futura, your mentor". Not realizing we had already introduced. "Now usually since we are in the 3rd decade of the Hunger Games,

district 3 is supposed to have good luck!" Siria had said." I had one the Hunger Games five years ago when I was eighteen" she had said looking at Ada. (Ada

is now eighteen, refer to chapter 1). Even though I can physically, not help you at all *Cough Cough*, but I will give you some tips." By the looks of it she

seemed to have EC syndrome, extreme cough which before the revolution I think they called it Bronchitrus or something like that. District 5 the

power/mathematics/ medical help district has failed to provide district 3 medicines for it since they don't give a crap about other districts. "Before I give you any

tips I need to get some rest, my throat hurts, for now just watch some of the previous games that they air on television." as she walked to her bedroom.I

reached for the remote since the T.V. wasn't going to turn on itself. Coincidentally they were just starting to show the recaps of previous games.

First they showed the very first one where a boy from district 1 named Cobalt had won. The Hunger Games had just started so there were not as many rules

like there were none on cannibalism. They skipped around some so the second games they showed was the fourth when this girl from 4 won named Mags, the

vicious fighting machine who was one of those people who used her looks to draw people in. Unfortunately the third one they showed was the eleventh games

when some girl from 9 won, which broke the pattern. After 5 hours of watching this I decided to go to bed since it was obvious that Siria wasn't going to show

up that day. Ada stayed after so she could get some fighting techniques off of the recaps and just in case Siria decided to come. I just shrugged and went to

bed. it's not easy going to sleep knowing you are going to die in a couple weeks….

Shout out to Guest, you made me cry...U r so niceAnd to Vera for helping me start my writing journey. :3