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Her heavy feet stood in the same place as they had five minutes ago. It wasn’t as if she had no place to ago. Actually, there was quite a few different locations in which her feet may carry. Therefore, the problem was not she had no place to attend. Her current emotion was the situation in which she was not able to move. Numerous feelings, actually. Regret, curiosity, and even excitement made up a few of the emotions that have taken her ability to move. However, the most powerful was not listed. The dreaded emotion was one in which she’d felt ever since the reaping. Obviously, the feeling was that of fear.

Yes, fear. Olivia was going to die and she was pretty sure every person knew. Even her very own parents confessed so only after calling her numerous names due to her stupidly. Her family of nine would be reduced to eight in a matter of days and, along with her death, her family would suffer in more ways than one. They would lose quite a bit of money over her death, therefore, food would be more scarce. So, because her conscience screamed for her to take the place of a little girl, her family would starve and, possibly, wither to nothing.

What was she thinking about before her wandering mind drifted to her family? Oh, right. Fear. It was not as if she feared death. Her mind paused before she could finish her thought. She contradicted herself. Olivia was, in fact, afraid of death but not in the way one may presume. It was more of the matter on how her life would end rather than when. More than anything, she was afraid that she would die a slow, painful death that would make highlights for future generations to see. It was thing in particular she was afraid of more than anything at the moment.

Her head moved to see how the other tributes were doing. Some were rather larger than herself yet there were some that smaller. The ratio of built put her in about the middle compared to everyone else. She wasn’t a scrawny, tiny District 10 girl. Olivia was quite a bit over. Her body was in a healthy shape from all the cattle herding she had done over the years as well as being feed correctly over the summer. Even medium-sized muscled had formed in her arms and legs. So, based solely on their outer appearance, she figured had about every chance of winning as some of the people in the middle class districts.

The sudden realization made her head spin. Not only had that been occurring but she notice something she hadn’t done since the little conference the training director held. Her feet were no longer heavy but they were light. So weightless that they began to more. Perhaps the sudden confidence made the ability to move develop once more or maybe it was the simple fact that standing in one spot was beginning to become to much for her overwhelming mind. Regardless of the fact, she had been moving once more and, to her, that was all that was important at the moment. Well, that and training.

After scanning the room for proper training areas, she noticed the first aid zone. She figured she would not bother with such a place since she dabbed a little in first aid before she volunteered for the Hunger Games. So, for now, she’d skip that station. If she was to have the time, she could visit the station but she doubt she would. For preparation for the games, she moved toward the self defense area. As a girl of her build, she figured learning to defend one’s self was a proper place to work out her muscles.