I glanced through the mass of hair surrounding my face to Heather as the Peacekeepers jab our backs to hurry us into the next room. She's a blubbering mess. She's thin, but not fit. I doubt she has any survival training, her dad owns the library on main street. I've seen her through the window of their shop, all she does all day is read. She has no chance.
I hate that I think about her as a predator would but that's what I've done all my life. The Games haven't changed me yet.
The Peacekeeper forces me into a small room to wait for visitors that won't come. However, after some time, Heather's father- the librarian- comes in. He's a big guy, and takes up a lot of space in the small room. Plus his face is red, his eyes are puffy, and in one hand he holds a dripping wet handkerchief. In the other is a small book.
He clears his throat. "Advivo, I- I know my daughter hasn't much of a chance, but, please, watch her? I don't know you well, but I remember when you used to come in the shop to watch The Games when you were young. You've seen how cruel some of them can be. Please, please don't let that happen to my angel." His voice breaks on the last word. I glance up at him, then back at the floor, and give him a short nod. He coughs, "Here,' he hands me the book, "I- I don't know if you can read, but... well, thank you."
I set the book down and offer my hand to him. He takes it in both of his and shakes it roughly. The Peacekeeper comes in, " Time to go kid."
We're on the train, having dinner. Me, Heather, Maxine, and Cecilia and Woof- our trainers. Everyone is eating quietly except me, I'm scarfing down as much as I can. I've never seen so much food in my life. As the second course comes, Heather stands and excuses herself. I grab her plate and dump the food onto mine.
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