The Hunger Games

Chapter Eight

ROSE'S POV
I woke, the smell of actual food tickling my nose. I heard people talking outside of my room, in the luxurious dining room. I opened the door as Jay and our trainer Teller walked past and sat down at the long dining table. I sat down as the capitols slaves brought our food. With my eyes watering, I touch the girl's hand. "Thank you. I'm so sorry." I say to her quietly, seeing Teller's soft brown eyes on me. "What?" I snap, before cutting into my pancakes and stuffing them into my mouth.

The training center. Where tributes practiced killing, camouflaging and other murderous things. I was great with ambushing. Me and my friends back in district 12 used to play a game we called Moose, where there was a moose and the Rest of the players were hunters.
I'd need to apply my skills for the private training session. I was stealthy, agile and good with spears and up close fighting. I could throw spears from far, and stab with daggers close up. Maybe it'd fare well for me.
Keeping my eyes down, I head over to the throwing section. Taking my place beside a dark haired girl I picked a small spear and pulled my arm back, squinting at the target. Before I know it the tip of the spear sinks into the dummy's head. I felt eyes of the game makers on me but I kept throwing spears, hitting vital places. I could even use spears as swords, or arrows if I could get a bow. I'm not sure how good I would be with it though. I'd stick to my skill area for now.
My palms were sweaty. I decided to head over to the camouflaging section. For proper ambushes I'd need to be hidden. I could make a disguise out of leaves, or even a hut that looked like a shrub.
"Rose." My name sounded different when he said it. Jay appeared behind me, straight face and a bow in his hands. "Jay, why don't you train by throwing that heavy thing. You're strong." I say, avoiding eye contact and working on weaving. "You just don't want me here." He said, steady tone, but his voice cracked with anger. "Rose, you'll need somebody to help you-" "So that's why you're here? Because you think I'm weak?" I whip around, my weaving falling to the ground. My eyes burned with fury. "You just wanna be the hero, save the little girl?" I can't help but shout. I push Jay away and run to the climbing net. My head spins as I climb up to the ceiling, looking down at the room. Only the dark haired knife throwing girl was looking up at me.