I woke up earlier then usual this morning, preparing to go to the hob to gather a few things for my mum. Picking up a piece of fruit on the way out to satisfy my hunger, I reached inside my pillow case and pulled out a pouch that had a few coins inside. Enough to buy a few essential items anyway.
I followed the stony path to the hob, thinking, wondering. In my mind, I wondered about the upcoming hunger games. It wasn't something that I was particularly looking forward to. No one knew who the tributes would be this year, but in my mind, I honestly wished that I wouldn't be the one that was picked.
A few moments after, I have reached the hob. I looked around the stalls, trying to find a stall that sold cheap items.