Chapter 20: Moments (Loueh)

          I sighed and ran my fingers through my hair after setting my axe down to take a swig from my water bottle. With a confident smirk on my face, I stood at a point where I could see everything and everyone in the room. In my head, I took notes on every tribute that I saw. I couldn't help but roll my eyes at the District Two male who boldly acted as if he had already won. He was tall and muscular, but his ego took up more space in the room than he did physically. He was very healthy and he had a very defined jaw-line but I personally didn't find him attractive. His grey-green eyes filled with intensity and his behavior proved everything I assumed about him. Also, his tight black training outfit looked awkward stretched across his bulging muscles.
          The District 13 girl with pale, freckled skin and jutting cheekbones didn't have anything very exciting about her looks but she was the who everyone's eyes were on today. Something about her was interesting enough to make me pause my surveying and study her.
          My eyes kept flicking to a black-haired boy with a district number that I couldn't quite make out from across the room. He kept to himself and he had a permanent serious expression on his face. I could see in his pale grey eyes that he was thinking of something or someone else. He radiated an honesty and likableness that drew me in. He looked a little introverted so I planned how to talk to him as I took a final sip of my water before capping it.
          A thin girl with smooth delicate movements was tying her long blonde hair into a ponytail with a thin piece of rope. Her face was thin and her body was all bones but there was a softness in her eyes that spread through her whole being. Her long limbs didn't look awkward, but instead, liquid. The Capitol part of me wanted to scout her as a model because of her graceful movements. The reality of the situation rudely interrupted me as a knife flung through the air by my face, sinking into a dummy's skull. This wasn't the Capitol anymore. This wasn't even District 8. Each inch brings us closer to our deaths, and we're just a mess of moments that will be gone with our last breaths.