150th Hunger Games ~ The Hidden Cornucopia

Training ~ Day Two

A/N: I like writing the Training! Now ya'll. like i said, I allowing you to be sponsors for the tributes once there in the games. soo... you can write in the comments donations.. or or or message me. EITHER ONE! PLEASE PARTICIPATEEE. ples. merp. bloop.

Xander Conlley POV (District Ten)

Waking up was even harder today. My body literally aches in every place possible. And having to be with the bitch, Mandel twenty-four seven doesn't help either.

We walk down to training again, hoping to be first again. Our escort says that being first makes us look ready and eager, more likeable. Honestly, I don't want any of them three attributes.

"So Mandel, were your parents drunk when they named you?"

She looks at me like she's about to kill me

"Coming for Xander, with an 'X'"

"Xander is spelt with an 'X', dumbass, but um.. Mandel isn't even a name. It sounds like someone has just got there name from the medicine cupboard"

Then she kicks me in the balls and I walk into the wall with the highest pitch shriek ever.

"Manly, | see"

I try to regain myself from my tender injury, and try to walk through the big metal doors yo the training facility.

Isobel Satten POV (District Nine)

Its only the beginning of the day but I feel as if I've been in this crowded room forever.

Oliver doesn't like any of the weapons and finds then scary, so since I've been staying around him, I had to do all the boring crap. Like berry picking, or knot tying. All of that is his forte. So I thought maybe today I might leave Oliver and indulge in some alone time with the weapons.

"Look Ol, I'm gonna go hang around the weapons. You don't have to come but someone in our team is going to have to be good with a sword or something" I pronounce

"C'mon, Jessie is good with a weapon. We have her remember!"

"No, we don't have her. She has us. She's using you for your brains. She couldn't give two shits about your survival, she just wants to win! You can go do you fun... survival stuff, but I'm going to learn to fight".

He looks at me blankly. He shrugs and moves over to the First Aid station.

I walk over too the sword fighting area. The two from District One stare at me like I'm stupid as I grab a sword.

God, I hate them cocky, egotistical dickheads. They reckon they own the thrown.

I wish I could show them, some how, that they're just as worthless as the rest of us.

I don't know why, but I just woke up grumpy and angry. Like something in me snapped over night.

Actually, I lied. I know why I am angry and grumpy this morning. Because I am here. Because I have to die like this. Because these dumb Capitol lunatic are looking forward to my death that will be televised to the nation.

Before I know it I have grabbed a dummy and am bashing it soundly.

My fist makes heavy contact under the jaw then in the centre of the chest. I just feel like killing something.

I kick it down so it is laying horizontally on the ground. I scream and jump on to it crying out my anger and rage. I head butt it, I do everything I can to hurt this dummy, if it were a person. I cry some more realising that I have probably made a scene. Everyone will be staring, laughing at me. I will just look like a pewny, weak girl with nothing to prove. Especially to them freaking Careers. I will be dead.