The Mate Agreement
And then soon half of us are pretending to shoot each other and making childish pew pew-ing noises.
Mr. Haymitch reads out the first teams, and it puts a little damper on my day that I’m on Jenny’s team. I’d been dreaming of shooting her in the ribs and Ben in the groin with my paintball gun. Well, pity. We stride out with our teammates; Jenny, Akio, Vahini, and I. Our opposing team files out, a similar ratio; Ben, Andy, Joan, and Anita.
“What’s the plan, team?” Akio asks, as all four of us crouched down behind a dry thicket like soldiers in enemy terrain.