Stay. Strong.

[Glister Romiel]

Nothing really seemed unusual to Glister that morning. It was simple, like any other day she had waken up to. But, of course, the mood was not set up correctly. Everything seemed dark and looming to her, like there was something waiting to strike as she got up on her second Hunger Games reaping since her reign as the 73rd Hunger Games victor. And it should've been, seeing as the 75th Hunger Games would no only have double the tributes, but also a male and female victor from a prefious Game would be sent back into the arena, so therefore it meant that Glister would have to stand in the crowds of the residents of District 3 again.

She slipped into her reaping outfit, a longish pinstriped white and red dress that barely brushed her knees and a white silk headband that pushed her long wavy black hair away from her freckled face. Mick was waiting outside, holding the swarovoski ring that their mother had let on the kitchen table, the ring that kept Glister fighting for home when she was in the Arena. When she stepped out of her room, Mick engulfed her in a hug and they stayed in the tight embrace before they let go and Mick handed her the ring, which was automatically her token for the next Games.

After she had her blood pricked and she took her place in the lines of female victors, her in the back since she was the youngest, Glister mouthed words to her mother's speech that she gave Glister every morning before the Games. Be like this gem. Her cyan eyes narrowed as she saw the escort for District 3 come on stage, one whom she had not met before. After Glister won, she heard that her escort was retiring, therefore the Capitol had to bring in a new escort

Never breaking.

He opened his mouth and said that they were going to pick their tributes first, rather than later. This guy did something interesting. Usually the girl's name would be read first, but he delved his hand into the boy's bowl first. Glister saw a nameless brown haired boy step up to the podium, as she was only going to pay attention to the bictor's names being called. After all, if she was to be picked to go into the Games, she should keep her eye on the experienced killers, much less the weaklings.

Always shining.

The tribute female and victor male were now standing alongside the brown haired tribute boy, when the escort turned back to the crowd and said proudly, "And now for our female victor turned tribute!" He dug his hand down to the bottom of the pile, and plucked a single white glistening card from the bowl. In a loud booming voice, he read.
"Glister Romiel."

Stay strong. Stay. Strong. You must be strong and stay to fight.