Wet Willy (Timtab)

He takes a few moments to think about my question, which I don't mind. I do hear him laugh a bit. Another smile crosses my face, though it quickly leaves when he speaks again. "Yea, I'm a Career." His tone of voice almost scares me. He sounds so angry, like he couldn't hate the words anymore. Maybe he doesn't want to be a Career. But if he doesn't, why does he bother to train? His head is turned toward the sand, and I can see a small frown on my face. I wonder what he hates so much about being a Career. Maybe he just doesn't want people to know about it. No, that doesn't make any sense either. In District 4, being a Career is nothing to be ashamed of. I listen closely to his next few words, wondering if it'll give me any clue as to why he's angry.

“I’ve always been fast though. I’m a much better swimmer than a runner, though. I could live in the ocean if I had gills.” His frown has disappeared, and he sounds happier now. I give up on the whole Career thing, and instead, another short laugh escapes my throat. Can this really be the boy who only minutes ago was arrogant and snobby? Now, he seems friendly, and he has a great sense of humor. "Yeah, I think I could, too." I say. "I think I'm a better runner than a swimmer, but Im not too bad at swimming, either you could probably beat me at that." I look down at the sand and kick up a little dust cloud with my foot, not because I'm being shy or modest, but because I have nothing else to do.