24 kids. 12 districts. Only one will live. LET THE 47TH HUNGER GAMES BEGIN!
Jay's costume is almost exactly like mine, but his scales are a soft golden color and the gauze fins down his spine are blue. His costume splits at his waist and, unlike mine, continues into knee-length pants. Our chariot has been decked out with festoons of seaweed-like cloth and shells of every type imaginable.
When we roll out along the pink-and-yellow road of the capitol, Our ears are assaulted by applause and cheers. сойка, джей smiles his crooked smile, glances my way, and waves at the crowd, indicating I should do the same, so I do. Glancing at Jay, I realize that his smile is a little fixed....
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