It was a glorious day. A fiery red sunset rose over the horizon, tainting everything a rusty shade. The rays spilled in through the window and gave me a blood-lust kind of look. I snarled at myself in the mirror, flexing my muscles. I pretended to smash in the skull of an invisible someone while simultaneously stabbing another behind me. My face continued to change in the mirror. A fierce glare. A handsome smirk. A patronizing stare. A maniacal, knowing grin. A smug yet winning smile; the one I would use when I would mount the stage as District 2's boy tribute.
I could hear it now, my name rolling regally off the lips of Winston Beauty like a magic spell as I mount the stage. I turn back to my mirror, putting on a viciously bold face.
"I volunteer!" I say, making sure my voice is clear and bold and steady, without a hint of urgency, and I continue o practice to make sure I'll be the one to say those words first and the fastest.
Come evening, I would be on my way to the Capitol, to the Hunger Games, to fame and fortune.
I saw my little brother appear in the mirror behind me.
"Warrick? Can I please please please help you prepare?"
I gave him my mounting-the-stage-and-waving-to-my-nation-wide-audience smile. "Of course, Vahe." I say. He's my biggest fan. When I win the Hunger Games and move into Victor's Village, I'm going to let him live with me. Then when he get's older and volunteers, we'll be neighbors.
Vahe wriggles with pride and excitement. "O-Okay! Wh-What do I do?"
"Alright.... let's see..... how about you name anything that could be in the arena and I'll say how to deal with it."
"Snakes!"
"Kill them for venom."
"A big war hammer!"
"Not the best weapon because of weight, but great for taking down large animals or wounded prey." And when I say prey, I mean other tributes.
We continue until it's time to go to the town square for the reaping.
I can't wait.
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