I walked into the training room with Katniss. There were lots of stations, I looked towards the camouflage station. I know I'm good at camouflage but Hamitch had told us that we had to not show our strength. We walked over to the knot station. The man at the station looked lonely and tired. When we walked over his eyes lit up, a smile formed on his face, he chatted to us about past Hunger Games and how we were probably the first tributes to ever come to the station. Katniss tied a snare and I tried to copy but I'm used to tying up sacks of bread not hunting. I looked over to the weights, I yearned to practice throwing them but I knew I couldn't. I don't like Hamitch's rule but it's for the best. If we show our skills then the rest of the tributes will know our strengths and weaknesses, that will make us easy prey. " let's go to the camouflage station" said Katniss.
"no, I think the paint and stuff has been used up." I said trying to pull her away. Suddenly the voice of the homemaker filled the room. "tributes, your hour is over please return to your quarters."
Thats it, my training time is over I have to go well tomorrow in the private session.
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The Hunger Games: Peeta's Perspective
Fanfiction[COMPLETED] Read the Hunger Games but in the perspective of Peeta Special thanks to xJazzyRubyXx who made the cover for me please follow her and me and we will follow u back If you have read this check out the sequel called Aftermath-thgpp sequel
