It should be against the law to be awake this early on a Saturday. Actually, it should be against the law to be awake at 5 in the morning any time of the week. But unfortunately it wasn’t, which was why April was leaving her house at the ungodly hour for part one of a long day of training. She couldn’t help feeling slightly resentful of her younger brother, Drew, who got to sleep in until 7, since he was only ten and didn’t risk getting chosen in the reaping for two more years. Not that April didn’t want to get reaped – she dreamed of one day winning the Hunger Games. But she knew the longer she waited to participate, the better prepared she would be for the games. And it would be a lot more fun to totally destroy the competition in a couple of years than to simply win this year. However, April didn’t have a whole lot of choice in the matter of the reaping, so her father had increased her training as the big day approached on the off chance that one of her three entries were chosen.
April completely agreed that she needed to train as much as possible, she just didn’t see why she couldn’t go for a two hour run late at night instead of early in the morning. It couldn’t possibly make that much of a difference, could it? Still, April knew better than to argue with her dad’s schedule, so she obediently began jogging away from her house in the direction of the District Square, doing her best to suppress a very large yawn.
And completely failing. The yawn just would not be contained, so April had not choice but to let it out, making as much noise as possible. After all, it wasn’t like anybody would see her – all the normal people were probably asleep right now, right? April had to be completely alone. Hopefully. She glanced warily around her as she jogged, and decided to break into a sprint, just in case someone happened to be around. She could at least get away from them before they recognized her. If she was lucky.