I had these two a few days ago. I was just lazy.

Attila Attard- 18

It's never enough. I pushed my skills to the limit to make the figurine I designed for Icarus' little sister. Making toys was just a hobby for me, but it brought me so much more joy than volunteering or whatever appearance or speech I was making to advance my father's political Career. I loved the honesty and joy children showed when they looked at my toys, and it was that honesty that let me know she was disappointed.

"It doesn't look like him," the little girl said. She held the toy away from her.

"I know. I did my best. I made it look like him on the inside. He was a warrior- that's why I did the armor," I said. "He might not have won, but he fought to bring us all glory and honor and he fought all the way to give you a better life."

The girl smiled and hugged the toy to her chest. "Yeah. I like him. Thanks," she said.

Never enough. First it was too much, when I got stressed and overwhelmed from trying to be the perfect son and perfect example of a District One citizen. I ate until I was the laughingstock of the academy and they said I should be the target, not the student. I went from too much to not enough, starving myself so I could be thin. I wasted away until they almost kicked me out of the Academy. It was the hardest thing I ever did to get healthy again, but it still wasn't enough. I was the second place student. I wasn't good enough for the Games.

"Cute kid. Can I have a word with you?" Citraline broke in, sweeping into my storefront like a tornado. The girl took her doll and cleared out.

"We getting married or what? I'm not getting any younger," she said. She was eighteen, just like me, but she was also prone to hyperbole. And it was something we'd discussed before.

"As soon as I have the money," I said.

Her face softened and she looked more like the girl I fell in love with. "I just... want him to ve there. I don't know how long we have," she said.

My father got paid a lot to be the mayor, but it was never enough. It wasn't enough to clear the cancer out of his body. Either I won the Games, or he would die. That was what drove me to shout my name before Titanium could and what gave me the strength to fight him off even though he outranked me. My little brother Hannibal started to wail, and that almost broke me. He'd already been through so much.

"It's going to be okay!" I yelled from the stage. "I'll be back. Don't worry! We'll all be happier. I promise."

Jayden Chadsey- 18

I was fifteen when I saw it happen. Karyssa Evans was blazing through the Arena. She killed half the Careers when the pack broke up. She'd killed four people since the Games began. There was no one who could stand in her way.

It all fell apart when the snake slithered next to her. I could only watch as a low-down, cheating snake stuck its fangs into her out of nowhere. She swatted it and screamed, but it was too late. Every Career dreaded poison. It was the lowest, most cowardly weapon of all, and we shunned it as a rule. Only a tiny portion of us ever used it, and those who did were always held in suspicion by their peers. Victory meant everything was forgiven, but death brought censure.

"Oh, no! Karyssa's in trouble now!" Polyphemus narrated. "That looks like a nasty bite!"

It would be a snake that killed her. I'd seen Karyssa before, of course. She was three years ahead of me at the Academy. Once in a while she brought her cat Misa to class. More accurately, the outside of the school, since the little lady didn't like the noise and always ran right home. Karyssa loved all animals, even snakes. Well, screw snakes. Lowdown cheating bastards.

Come on Karyssa, it's just a snake, I urged her on. Her partner was already dead. She needed to bring this home for us. We hadn't had a Victor in far too long. Two was starting to make fun of us even more than usual. She had to get past this. She was strong. She could do it.

"She doesn't look good. Her face is a mess," Polyphemus said. Karyssa staggered among the rocks and fell on her front. Tears, blood and drool stained her face. A cannon ended all our hopes.

"Oh well. I thought she might do it. Turns out One was nothing but glam and glitz," Polyphemus said. The camera switched to the girl from Seven before Karyssa was even cold.

That's it? We fight like lions and as soon as we're dead you belittle us? Polyphemus was awful brave talking from his comfy chair. He'd sing a different tune in the Arena. He'd cry uncle after a single hour in the Academy.

Glam and glitz? Is that how he saw Estrella "the shooting star"? Hyden the Banshee? Peridot, who killed allies and enemies indiscriminately? Azure? Rhoda Hamilton the Belladonna? They'll show you glam and glitz. I'll show you glam and glitz.

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