EDELMIRA'S POV
"Don't show off to much. Save that for private training sessions." Camason instructed as He, Hayden and I walk down the long hall. I nod. We enter the training room. All the tributes are already there except for District 7. I think. I find it difficult to not go straight to the weapons section. I'm best with knives, but I can also handle a spear or bow and arrow. Knives are better for me though. Instead, I wander around. I find myself by the section about plants. Like what's edible and what's not. Coming from District 11, I already know about plants. But whatever. I can act like I don't. There are other tributes that make me feel almost certain about my death. I spot Hayden by the weapons section and I decide to join him. I can't stop myself from picking up one of the knives. I hold it in my hand and spin it in my fingers. I glance around to make sure that nobody is paying me direct attention. I turn my focus back on the dummy and send the knife flying out of my hand. It lands in the center of the dummy's chest with a soft tearing sound. I was actually aiming for the left side of the chest, but the center makes it look like I have perfect aim. But that doesn't matter unless anybody beside saw me. I don't like this. Even with the decent amount of basic skills that I have, I'm trying not to let it show, but I am absolutely terrified.
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The Hunger Games
FanfictionThe hunger games from POV of RoseQuartz and Edelmira. District twelve is now a water technology district, not like district four. They ran out of coal and realized they were near a huge lake. They make boats, water technology and other things for t...
