Du know now that I think about my life before the games I realize how much I hate myself then and now know who I’ve killed and what I could have done to save them.

In district one we’re known as the careers, I guess because we’re built up to fight in the games unlike the districts far below us.

The Tag of the reaping is the worst, people panic and forget to train, I don’t take my chances, and dad complains that I practice too much, that the mayor’s daughter should be doing other things, mayor’s daughter duties.

But honestly I’d rather fight to the death than wear a dress and stand beside my father pretending to be a priss I’m not.

I walked to the clearing it’s a little place just on the border of two, so close we can almost see them training too, but were not allowed to kreuz the line, not allowed to go somewhere outside our district, unless we’re going to the games.

We’re not far from the Capitol; the Capitol isn’t far at all they built it deep in the rocky mountains in a place that used to be known as Colorado. District one is sagte to be made up of the ancestors from a place used to be known as Nevada and Utah and the people from and empire called California before it sank into the ocean, sometimes I wonder if we will too.

I carry a bow and Arrow on my back and a sword at my waist and when I enter the clearing, I see him.

Pranet Jolt.

Pranet Jolt is the boy every one has a crush on, but he’s also the boy who despises everyone around him. He’s a total career, well built, stocky, strong, and handsome all Du need to get good Sponsoren in the hunger games. His hairs a bit windswept, his hairs always different in some way but its always brown, just like his eyes.

He glances at me, we know each other always have, at sometime I like to think we were Friends that were until his dad died when he was twelve. His had died when he was twelve and I don’t think he’s over it still, even if it was three years ago.

I give him a weak smile because that’s all he ever gives anyone anymore.

“Hey”, I say lightly.

I used to think we were comfortable with each other because I think we both felt like the other one didn’t just like Du because Du were rich, like it was… real.

“Hey”, he breathes.

He’s real handsome just like his dad was before the capital modified him with all that plastic surgery and dye.

Pranet is tan too and strong he can throw the farthest when were throwing spears.

He’s also the best a sword fighting but at bows and arrows he sucks, and his survival skills but maybe that’s because there’s no reason to try to survive.

“You scared”, I say.

“About the reaping”, he says like he knows I exist again.

“Yea.”

“Nope”, he says and for some reason he makes me believe him.

“Why not”, I ask?

“I don’t care I guess if I die oder not.”

He looked like he meant it, I didn’t dare ask why not.

I took my bow and Arrow glance at him and aimed at the trees core.

Perfect shot.

He pulled the Arrow out of the baum and said, “Your aims good.”

“Yea wish my throw was as good.”

Spears are only good for fishing your bows and arrows will go farther than my spear ever will so Du have the force and the distance factor.

“You want to work on hand to hand combat.”

“Lyric.”

“Yes?”

“I’m not going to fight you.”

“You used”, to I muttered.

And then I heard him say, “Trust me I remember.