Odesta-One Destiny

Training score's

I sat down on a plush white sofa in the same room as too where me, Katrina, Chabham and Mags watched the reaping's, my hands were still sweating my palms felt clammy and wet, I could still feel my heart beating through my chest it was as if my rib cage would break open...

I heard the door to the room gently slide open creating an almost silent whooshing sound I turned my head and noticed it was Katrina.

"Hi Finnick, I've been looking for you." she said walking over to me, she looked pale and there were black circles under her eyes.

"Oh right...Why?" I ask raising my eyebrow

"Too ask what you did during your session" She says sitting next to me

"I thought we weren't meant to tell anyone." I say taken aback

"Yeah but I don't count I'm sure your allowed to tell your district partner especially if there working together."

"Oh I can definitely tell that you're a trouble maker ok fine you tell me what you did and I'll tell you what I did on one condition, the first being that you don't tell anyone that I told you. Plus, how do I know that you won't use this against me in the arena?" I say defensively, she may be eleven but she's still a threat; even though I don't honestly believe that in my heart, but with The Hunger Games you can't trust anyone... I'd never thought I would question the motives of an eleven-year-old girl.

"Yeah, promise and Finnick I'm eleven do I even look like I'm a threat to be honest with you I'll probably die within the first week and when I allied with you I promised that I would trust you it's not like I'll be able to kill you anyway." She says sadly and looks at the ground wistfully even Katrina knew she wouldn't survive, she knew she wasn't skilled or strong enough to fight any kid older than her, in that moment I wished I wouldn't have to be the one to kill her as I wouldn't be able to my conscience, my morals wouldn't allow me to and then that final last piece of me, Finnick Odair would break and shatter into a million pieces and I wouldn't be me then, I would be a ghost a shell almost. I couldn't... Wouldn't be able to live with myself.

"Sorry Kat, It's just under the circumstances I can't trust anyone no matter how much I believe or know to be different." I say reaching for her shoulder trying to cheer her up,

"Don't worry about it," She shrugs "That's the truth anyway I'm taking that as a compliment that I scare you slightly."

We chuckle, "Back to the question, I stuck to camouflage and painted my head and arms and tried to blend in with the surroundings... Which probably didn't work."

"At least you'll get a mark somewhere, I used netting to create a trap, I connected it to a snare, threw a dummy in the net, then once the snare worked used a spear to impale it, my hands are still sweating you know." I say rubbing my hands together trying to get rid of the sweat that had accumulated on my palms...

We were all in the room waiting for our scores to be revealed: Me and Katrina were sitting on the sofa next to each-over; Mags was sitting next to Katrina on an identical white chair which revolved; Whilst Chabham was sitting next to me on an identical chair, their faces were void of emotion completely stoic.

I could feel my knees shaking and knocking together, I'm surprised nobody heard them clashing together like knives being sharpened, soon we saw Cesar Flickerman's brightly tanned face on our screen, his hair (which changed every year) was a bright red colour which looked angry and furious, very different to last year upon which he was bright yellow like the sun which was a bit of an eye soar.

He started with his usual introduction which was starting to make me sick with dread and anticipation. I just wanted to know whether I've managed to get a high enough score to get sponsors not listen to this drabble. First up were the people from District One Matte he managed to get a ten and Velvet got nine meaning that I had to weary of them, then in District Two were Silver who scored an eight (which was okay for a career) and Leilee who bagged herself a nine which was useful as if we didn't manage to get the desired scores we could depend on Leilee for a few sponsors...

Then it was time to face the music as our scores were being read out, my palms were sweating and my heart was beating so fast it was threatening to erupt from my chest, I was feeling nauseous questioning worrying about what I had to do if I didn't get a high enough score the amount of sponsorship I got ruled whether I would survive these games or not.

Katrina's score was called out first we were silent not daring to breathe hoping that we'd just done enough when what seemed like an eternity later Cesar shouted loud and clear "Eight" which for an eleven-year-old was impressive we all cheered for a second and Chabham even shouted "Well done" but this moment of euphoria only lasted a minuet till my name was called.

Again we held our breath in the deafening silence, my head was hurting almost as if someone was rhythmically banging against it, I felt like I would explode! Then for what seemed like eternity he read out my number loud and clear "Ten!" and within that moment I sighed with relief, my sweating stopped and my head no longer ached with pain, I felt a tiny temporary weight lift off my shoulders. Both me and Katrina were guaranteed to get a high number of sponsors we now had a tiny glimmer of hope that maybe one of us would survive this, however my high scores meant that now both me and Katrina were targets to the careers and we would be either the people they tried to kill off first or the people they tried to kill off last... But that doesn't matter either way they would try to kill us so we would have to be weary... At least we had Leilee to help till she decided me or Kat weren't useful and so she would turn on us.