The waiting room is eerily similar to the one I sat in when I arrived here, but I"m sure it isn"t the same one. My leg bounces up and down from the nerves. Somehow, the day is here and now I have to venture out into an arena that will probably kill me.
And I"m doing it without even protesting once.
I touch my charm, hoping it"ll make me feel less alone as I go into this. The officials haven"t even bothered to search me, or take any of my belongings from me other than my ID card. I have all the same clothes I arrived in, as well as the items in my pockets. Not that they"re very useful, all I have is a pencil, a pair of fingerless gloves, and a few sunflower seeds Mila put in my pocket as a snack.
I close my eyes and try to push away the thoughts of my sister. I hope she"s doing okay, but
