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Chapter 4

Glimmer

I was shaking as I walked up to the stage. There was no way this was happening; it was such a low chance! Plus, no one was volunteering! Not normal!

"Now for the gentlemen," Renee announced once I was on the stage.

She reached into the bowl and pulled out a slip of paper with someone's name on it. Someone I would have to fight to the death against.

"Marvel Menduccee," she called.

A boy that looked about eighteen came up to the stage. He didn't look scared at all. In fact, he was smirking, looking all cocky. His short, dirty blond, hair was flying in the wind, obviously un-kept. His brow eyes screamed don't mess with me. He had probably trained for the games like most people in the district. I had only picked up a weapon, I don't know, once… if that… District 1 was supposed to be a career district- I definitely didn't fit the criteria.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I give you the tributes from district 1!" Renee said. We shook hands and were taken into the Justice building so we could say goodbye to our friends and family.

My mother, father, and brother came in first. My mother had obviously been crying.

"You're going to be fine," she choked out before she pulled me into a tight hug.

"I know, I know."

"Glimmer, make it out of there. I still have about a gazillion pranks to pull on you," Rent told me.

"I will Rent, for you," I replied, on the verge of tears myself. I wiped my eyes and pulled him into a hug.

My father just stood there saying nothing. We never had a close relationship, he was always mad at me for opting no to train for the games.

The peacekeepers came to take them away once their time was up. I told them one last goodbye. I didn't know if I'd ever see them again.

Ree came in next, she too had been crying.

"Don't die Glimmer, ya hear me? Come back, or I'm stuck as a social outcast and loner. You know people only accept me because I'm your friend."

"Don't think like that Ree, you're not a loner. I will come back, don't worry."

Once her time was up, I was surprised I wasn't drenched in tears, but I knew I couldn't show weakness if I was to be taken seriously. They took her away, but not before I screamed one last goodbye.

When she left I was left with some time to think. How the heck did I get into this mess? I go from being the pretties, most admired girl in the district, to the one everyone pities. They know I turned down the opportunity to train, so why didn't anyone volunteer? It was still bugging me.

The peacekeepers came to take me to the train station.

When we got there, the other tribute, Marvel, was already there with Renee. Once I made it to the train we were immediately pushed on the train that would take us to the capital. As crazy as I seems, I was actually looking forward to seeing the capital. We make everything that they use, so I wanted to see some of the stuff my parents made in the capital.

I turned to look out the window at district 1, my home. A home I would most likely never see again, unless I defied all odds.

"Who wants to see the other reapings?" Renee asked a bit too cheerfully.

I simply nodded. No need for words in that situation. Plus, I did want to see the other reapings. I wanted to see who our allies and enemies in the arena would be. Being from 1, we usually made an alliance with the tributes from 2, 4, and possibly others.

We sat on the velvet couches, that I was almost certain someone in our district had made, to watch the other reapings.

Just as Renee was turning on the TV, two other people entered the room.

"Hi, I'm Gloss, and this is Cashmere," the man, Gloss, said to us.

"We're your mentors," the woman, Cashmere, told us.

"We'll talk some more after you watch the reapings, it is essential to know who your competition and who your enemies will be," Gloss explained.

Then, the anthem of Panem blared, and our reaping came on. Ours was uneventful. Then, they showed 2, and boy did they put on a show.

The girl was called, and then a boy called out to her. She jumped off the stage and ran to him after he volunteered. He pulled her into a tight embrace, and I could have sworn I saw something sparkle, I'd ask her about that when we got to the capital.

The girl let him volunteer, eventually, and they flashed to the train station, which I thought was just as eventful as the actual reaping.

The girl tried to get away from some peacekeepers. They held her back; she pulled out of their grasp again and produced a knife. She spat something at them and they started backing away. They boy came over, and the camera people turned up the volume so you could hear what he was saying.

"It's no use picking a fight with these guys, they can't hurt a fly compared to some people you've fought before," he told her. My mouth dropped open, how could a person fight people better than peacekeepers? I was intrigued by these two; they seemed like natural born fighters.

The rest of the reapings were uneventful, only two other tributes stood out to me. The boy from 11, who was a monster, and the girl from 12, who volunteered. She must have been the first volunteer 12 has ever had.

Now, I really couldn't wait to get to the capital, I really wanted to meet the two from 2. They would make nice allies.

"So you're the famous Glimmer?" Marvel asked, breaking the silence.

"I guess, but what do you mean by famous?"

"Ha! She doesn't even know she's the most desired girl in the district, this just keeps getting better and better."

"Thanks Mr. Attitude. I didn't see hundreds of fans crying for you when you were picked. My fame has to make up for your lameness."

"Meow! Put the claws away!"

"What's wrong? You can't handle the claws?"

"Whoa. Watch out; this kitty cat had temper."

"At least I have a fierce side, unlike Mr. Sensitive over here."

"ENOUGH! You two are going to have to quit the fighting!" Gloss interrupted us.

"Being careers, you two will work together in the arena, we can't have you fighting now can we?" Cashmere added.

"Sorry," I said to Marvel, half sincerely.

"Sorry," he replied. "But I gotta say, you totally owned me. Nice." I just nodded and smiled sarcastically.

"I take it you did train?" I asked him.

"Well duh! Doesn't everyone…" he trailed off as I shot him a look. "Oh right, you're too high class to even need to train. Well some of us don't have the luxury of being fairly certain we won't get picked, so we train."

"You didn't train?" Cashmere asked me, a look of horror passing over her face.

"No," I replied sheepishly.

"You could at least give me something to work with! I usually get girls who have trained! What happened to all the girls who can fight?"

"None of the good ones were old enough," Marvel explained. I guess he was Mr. Know-it-all because he trained.

"Everyone, it's time for dinner," Renee squeaked.

I got up from the couch, and headed over to the mahogany table that was in the center of the car. We all sat down and dug right in. Marvel was eating like he'd never ate anything in his life like this. Well, maybe he hadn't.

When we were done, we were showed to our rooms. I flopped onto the bed and was out with in fifteen seconds, still wearing my reaping dress.

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Yes, I know Glimmer did train, I just thought that added a bit more suspense or something to the story...

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KATE