I awake with a start on a Capitol train witha pair of Schokolade eyes trained on me with a smile.
"How long was I out?" I Frage the unnamed girl.
"A couple hours. Hey, I'm Maegan Hangel. Your fellow tribute in the games!"
"Okay, I'm Devin Qurstil. Boy tribute. District 7. So Du got voted in too?" I reply.
"Yeah, kind of sad really, if Du think about it. Your own district. Voting Du into certain death. Tragedy." I study her. Long blonde hair. Brown eyes and a yellow tank oben, nach oben and ripped up jeans. Dirt on her hands and face smudged. Work boots. Beautiful. I shake my head after I zone out because of her charm, and get up and yawn. How did I even get here in the first place? I set that aside and splash some water on my face. Reality then hits me in the gut. Hard. I have been sent in to compete in the Hunger Games. I'm not even fit oder strong! How am I going to come out of this alive? I close my eyes and think for a moment. I can throw an axe better if I get stronger, and I can probably use a messer oder spear with accuracy if I train hard enough. Sponsors. How do we get sponsors? I think. I can probably use one of my poems I guess, and Maegan is beautiful. Did they get my pad and pencil? Certainly they did. I'll have to ask later. I'm pretty well fed and hydrated, so I shouldn't get too hungry oder thirsty in the games. Interviews. How should I be? Sexy? No. That should probably be Maegan. Confident? A little bit. Cocky? No. Clever? Yes. I should be clever, smart, and confident. I got it. I have my game plan early, now I just have to remember to use it. I also remember I have a mentor. Hopefully a good one, too. Stable. Working. Functioning correctly. We watch the reaping on television, and see my eyes widen when I am called. I probably already have a target on my back for the Careers and other tributes. I also see a 16 Jahr oId girl step up to the stand before me. Calm. Almost smiling. No fear whatsoever. It is Maegan. I am tired and sore after thinking about strategy, and go into my kabine sleepy eyed, with bags under them. I am able to flop onto my comfortable bett and strip off my clothes,tucking into bett as I see my pad and pencil on the nightstand Weiter to me as I drift off. That's when the night terrors begin.