The Quater Quell: 50th Hunger Games

Chapter 11

           Morning comes too soon. With a stretch, I French braid my hair and head downstairs to join the others for breakfast. Larten was still asleep on the couch with a 5 o clock shadow coming in. What a slob. "Today, I'd like for you to work with weapons. Except if that is you strength, then stay away from the specific weapon. Understand?" Waylon instructs. We all give him a nod and head back down to the training center. Maziey, Dean and I split up. Larten im guessing was going to show up late as no one wanted to bother waking him up.

          I cast my gaze around the gymnasium again like I did yesterday. Today, Apollo and Demetria were practicing throwing axes and hatchets. Figures. I glare at them and look around for Haymitch. He was chunking throwing stars at a wooden dummy and hitting the dummy in all of its vital areas. "Hey, you're pretty good at that. Anything you not good at?" I jokingly ask. "Yeah, im sure there Is but ill let you know when I figure it out." He smirks and I give him a funny look. "Im kidding." He says while throwing his last star. He walks over to retrieve his stars and I give him a small wave good bye.

             I head over to practicing throwing spears. I was actually decent at it. I notice some of the careers glaring at me so I head over to something less lethal. I tried my hand at basket weaving and shelter making. What was I going to do for my private training session? I needed to get a feel of my skills fast. The private sessions were tomorrow. Im decent at throwing spears and became pretty good at identifying plants. I havnt tried archery yet or touched a sword. I needed to get over there at least a little bit to see if I have a feel for anything.

           We are dismissed for lunch. I scarf down strange food called Ravioli down as fast I could and leave the lunchroom to head back to the training center, but not before I notice Larten sitting with the careers this time. And was that Dean and Maziey sitting with District 9? And they were getting mad at me for making small chit chat and here they are making alliances and friends with everyone. Whatever, I don't need them anyways.

        I storm off into the direction of the archery station. After a few tries I am finally hitting the target but nowhere close to the bulls eye.

           "You're doing it wrong." Says a voice from behind me. it was Apollo. "Here, try this." Apollo walks over to me and presses his body up against mine. Holding me from behind he positions my waist but lets his hands linger. He traced my hipbones and then moved up my sides and along my arms. "Like this." He says. He moves my arms and I resist at first. "No, like this." He moves my wrist and locks my elbow. "Chin up...good. Now release." He whispers in my ear. I release the arrow from the silver bow. My arrow pierced the target at about 4 inches away from the bulls eye. "Thanks." I say, releasing my breath. I hadn't noticed I was holding my breath. Apollos arms are still wrapped around to the front of my body when Haymitch walks in.

         "What do you think you are doing! Get off of her!" yells Haymitch. Apollo smiles and whips around, grabbing Haymitch by the throat. "What are you going to do 12?" Haymitch gasps for air and turns an ugly shade of blue. "Apollo! Stop it!" I scream but he ignores me. He only releases Haymitch when the peacekeepers walk in followed by the other tributes. "You are mine in the arena 12. You are dead!" Apollo stomps off without giving anyone a second look.

        "Haymitch!" I squeal and help him to his feet. His face had turned back to the normal color and he was rubbing his throat. "Im fine." He shrugs me off and leaves.

       I try my hand at sword play, sparring with the trainers. I'm decent at this as well but not excellent. Just like everything else. I think to myself. That's when I have an idea. I know what I am going to show the game makers tomorrow in my private session.

          The girl from District 3 slices her hand openedand the training center is temporarily closed while they mop up the blood. Iuse this break to sneak away to the roof but there is no sign of Haymitch.