I looked down at my gloved hands as I tried to ignore the shouts and drumming of the fans outside in the arena while two fighters were taking shots at each other. My heart was pounding wildly in my throat, for a minute I thought I was going to throw up with how nervous I was. During yesterday's interview, I pretended that I wasn't concerned about Taylor but her plan of intimidating me worked and she made me second guess my strategy. What if she has a point after all and I'm too stubborn to realize it? I looked up when I heard heavy footsteps advancing closer. My dad smiled at me, showing not an inch of concern or worry in his eyes.
"How are you doing in here?" He asked, walking up to me and joining me on the bunk.
"Like I am ready to get this over with,” I confessed
He frowned. “Why’s
