I found training easy. I loved the rhythm of grabbing and throwing knives and hearing them thud into the practice dummies. I moved through the stations quickly, learning as much as I could while maintaining my prediction of the game's outcome. The Maysilee girl kept on saying that I was really good at all the stations and that I could easily win if I tried. I just ignored her.
We were now waiting to do our private session with the Game Makers to prove our worth and to get a training score that might help to get us sponsors. Not that I cared what I got.
"Haymitch Abernathy."
I entered the training room and went straight to the knives. I threw them at the practice dummies and targets until the game makers dismissed me. I felt like I would get a reasonable score for my display. Not that it mattered. Scores meant nothing in the games. The sponsors only ever went for the careers, which were almost guaranteed a win. I was just going to be another dead kid from 12 that everyone forgot about. I wouldn't be surprised if all the 12 tributes got killed on the first day.
That night they announced the scores. The little kid, Juliana, or whatever got a five. Sander got a seven. The far too optimistic Maysilee got an eight. Only my score was left
"Haymitch Abernathy, District 12." Read Caesar Flickerman. "Eight!"
The escort gave me a quick round of applause as she had done for every other score. I shrug it off and retreat to the roof. I sat there watching the sun go down over the city. The people here where crazy, dying themselves all sorts of useless colours. What was the point? I wanted to yell at them, "Where waiting to die here!" I was about to as well when a hand touched my shoulder.
"Hey." It was Maysilee.
"What do you want?"
"I just wanted to see if you're OK." She sat down beside me and hugged her knees to her chest. The golden light made her blonde hair shine and her blue eyes sparkle. I picked up a stray pebble from the garden and through it at the city. The force field around the circumference of the roof caused it to bounce back.
"I'mfine, considering I'm a few days away from death." I snapped at her. I stormedaway from the rooftop and left her sitting there, the breeze ruffling her hair.
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The Second Quarter Quell
FanfictionHaymitch Abernathy has been selected as a tribute in the biggest hunger games on record. He joins fellow tributes in the arena for a fight to the death. He goes into the games with the attitude of never coming out but a friend has other ideas. I own...
