The Very First Hunger Games

Chapter Seven-

Chapter Seven-

            I wake up to the sound of Viola's voice, calling me to breakfast. Her ensemble is turquoise today. She sits at the table where a feast awaits. Turkey bacon and bagels, with butter and my favorite of the breakfast today, red velvet pancakes drizzled with cream cheese icing. I sit down at the table, breathing in the fresh aroma. Slowly, I serve myself 3 pancakes as the others sit down along with us. Katya and Sabrina's stylist Vienna, a purple pixie cut headed woman with natural forest green eyes and extremely long eyelashes. She's tall and slim and has cheekbones that could slice like a razor blade. Although she is strikingly beautiful, her features could be somewhat intimidating, yet her personality isn't. She's bright and cheery even at breakfast time and lights up the whole dining table with melodic hums. Attis sits at the other head of the table, along with Viola.

            "How was your rest?" Katya asks me.

I smile as I cut up a pancake, "It was fine, how about you guys?"

            Everybody smiles and nods as they dig into their food. The table is awkwardly silent for a moment, nobody really talks to each other until half way into their breakfast, "You guys may not want to stuff yourself completely, even though you will need the calories for the games, you two are going to the training center after breakfast at twelve, You wouldn't want to toss up your meal in front of your competitors." Attis informs us.

            "Where is the training center?" Sabrina asks, biting into a crisp piece of turkey bacon, the grease drizzling down her chin, mixed with saliva. She dabs it with a napkin before Viola, busy on her pancakes, can notice.

            Vienna keeps humming a tune, to what I think is some type of lullaby.

            "It's right under the prep station." Attis replies.

I clear my throat, "So, should we show our strengths, what is there going to be there?"

            "First of all, what are you two skilled at?" Attis asks.

            "Throwing axes." I say.

Sabrina smiles, "Archery."

            "I want you to spend the least amount of time in those stations." He picks up a strip of bacon and bites into it, "Focus on what you don't know, try to pick up a bunch of survival skills, I know you guys may want to head straight to the cornucopia and pick up your weapons, but... that's not the whole arena. You have to be able to survive the weather conditions... whatever they may be. If it's a rainforest you need shelter. If it's an arctic wonderland, you're going to need to know how to make a fire, without matches. Oceans will require knot tying skills. You need to know everything. If you have time, learn other weapons, somebody may beat you to the cornucopia and steal your specialties, which is why you need to learn more than one skill."  

            I nod in agreement, because Attis is right after all. One skill won't keep me alive in the arena. It's a barbaric thing that I shake out of my head. I shouldn't be thinking about competing. Sabrina will die if I am to become victor and I can't get that out of my thoughts.

            I walk into my room after breakfast, where a jumpsuit waits for me. It's black all over with grey stripes running down the side, my district number is plastered onto the back, bold and in red. I strip down to my undergarments and sigh, rolling my eyes. It's a challenge to get into. The material sticks to my body until I finally get all the way through. Finally, I'm able to manage into it. It surprisingly is comfortable, and my body is able to breathe through the fabric. I step into the elevator, where Viola guides us to the training center. She pushes a button and we soar down past the ground floor and end up in a huge room with weapons, monkey bars, weights, tests, and so much more. It's eerie and dark. Only lit by yellow ceiling lights, and a balcony where the game makers watch us from.