Chapter 3: Marina
“No Caleb. Don’t talk about this now. Please,” my eyes take on this vulnerable pleading look I only get when I’m desperate. I can’t bear to think that one and probably both of us will die in the next month. It is just too much to take in right now, plus he’s upsetting Gracelyn.
“Who’s not coming back? Who?!” she asks, clearly confused by this mess of a morning.
“Don’t you worry. Mommy will keep you close,” says my mother, picking the baby up off my lap and carefully avoiding her question for the moment. The next thing I know, the guard is gesturing to finish up and that my family must leave. Now we are all hugging and kissing goodbye, with final “I love you’s” and “Take care’s” and more last words to one another. Then, my crying mother and confused Grace are led away from us, maybe forever. Probably forever. Better for Caleb if it was forever...
The guard returns and takes Caleb into another room for separate farewells. I wait quietly, drowned in thought for my next visitor. And I’m not surprised when it’s Troy’s face I see. Without hesitation, he takes me in his arms and holds me tight. I feel his strong muscles, hard against my figure, tense with anger and sadness. I look up into my best friend’s face.
“Mari, if there was something I could have done-” I shake my head and he stops. “I’m just so sorry. This is so unfair, so unjust!” He is shouting now.
I rarely see Troy like this. It’s only a few times when he feels so strongly about something, and this is one of those times.
“You need to win, Marina,” Tory is very serious now.
“But Caleb- he’s my brother. I have to-”
“You have to focus on yourself. You have to focus in survival and hope to god that it doesn’t come down to the two of you.”
“I will,” I vow quietly.
Troy hugs me once more and whispers, “I need you to win. You can’t die.”
I feel a drop on my shoulder, "Marina I-" but he's escorted out of the room by two peace keepers before he has the chance to finish.
“I need you too, Troy,” I say to the air because Troy is gone. But he has to know that I can’t win. Caleb will, no matter what he says.
As I wait deep in thought, my next visitor surprises me. “Annie.” I smile at my friend. She’s so young and small that her head barely reaches my shoulders. Annie’s only eleven, but she’s one of the smartest people I know. She’s like me. Her father went out to sea when she was six, and he’s been gone ever since. Her mother past away when she was only four, and my family has sort of taken her in, looked after her. I look down at the young girl hugging me and look straight into two large green eyes set on mine.
“You know what to do, Marina,” says Annie, “When you are in the Cornucopia, it is your choice to fight for weapons and food or not. Then you can make allies with other tributes, I recommend the most promising, one and two. After, you need to set up camp near a water source, or else you will have to-”
“Annie,” I say calmly. She’s talking so fast her face is turning red.
“You are going to win, Mari. You will,” she sticks out her chin and crosses her arms stubbornly. I take a good look at her. It is times like these where Annie Cresta looks so small and insecure, merely a tiny dark haired eleven year old with a temper. Despite her vocabulary, I see who she really is.
“Annie I’m only fourteen. You have to understand that the other tributes will be older, bigger, and stronger. My chances of survival are very slim. Plus there’s my brother…”
“Just promise me you’ll try your very hardest. Please,” Annie whispers between tears. Annie almost never cries, I’ve never really seen her this way.
“I promise,” I say back, and the she is gone.
Oh no, I think to myself, because now I really will have to try, for her, and for Troy.
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