The 73rd Annual Hunger Games

Chapter 5- Training is Always Better With an Ally

After knot-tying a bit more, I went over to the edible plants section. But I didn't see Kyle anywhere. It seemed like he left  halfway through the Training. I noticed that the only other person at the edible plants section was a boy from District 5, with dark brown hair and blue eyes The district in charge of electricity. I vaguely remember him last night wearing an outfit that sort of reminded me of Christmas lights, like the pictures in our school textbooks show. We don't have them anymore. I felt ashamed for naming the kid "Tree Boy."

He breezed through the edible plants tests, while I only got a couple of ones right.

I wondered aloud. "How do you learn about edible plants in an electricity district?"

He looked over at me. "You know, most of our electricity is powered from the sun, and we basically learn about energy in our district more than electricity. Plants grow with energy. Therefore, we know about plants."

I nodded. "Sounds reasonable. Say, what's your name?"

He smiled. "I'm Cyrus. Why?"

"Because your costume last night reminded me of Christmas tree lights, so I called you 'Tree Boy...'"

He laughed. "I thought the same thing! What's your name?"

"I'm Caspia, but I prefer being called Cass." I messed with a mint leaf.

"Well, I think that your turning down the Careers was pretty neat. They keep angrily looking at you."

"Yeah, having a bunch of guys that have at least 200 pounds than me look at me like they want to hurt me is pretty neat. Especially since only one of us is gonna live, and the rest are gonna die. I'm already a target." I sighed as I failed another edible plant. Apparently, I would've been dead already if I had eaten it. The instructor shakes his head at me disapprovingly.

He laughs. "Can you teach me how you threw that spear earlier? I'm dying to make a scene like you did."

Despite the fact that we'll be killing eachother in the games, I nicely walk over to the target dummies with him. He picks up a spear. "After you."

I pick one up too. "Like this. " I picked up the spear, and bent. I threw the spear, also carrying myself with it a little bit. The spear hits bullseye, and jams all the way through the canvas dummy.

He throws the spear, and it impales the dummy, leaving it headless. "Was that good?"

"Well, If you was aiming for the head, then yes. It was a good throw." I said.

"Wow. You're sarcastic, aren't you?"

"Yes, that's the look I'm going for. What are you going for?" I ask.

"My mentor and I can't decide. Either funny, cunning, daring, or humble. I don't really like any of them. I can't really be brutal, because I'm not big. I can't be stealthy, because I'm not small. I can't be portrayed like Finnick, as good looking, because... I'm not. I just don't know."

"It feels like I know you. From somewhere..." I said.

"Well, we're only a district away," He laughs. He throws another spear, and it hits close to the bullseye. "Hey, I'm a better shot!"

"Maybe you can be portrayed as lucky," I said, trying not to laugh.

"Yes. I'm so lucky. Reaped for The Hunger Games, starving my whole life, being forced to steal food from rich gardens, and having to protect 5 younger siblings. And I'm only 16!" He said, exasperated.

"Please, I have a way worse life than you. My parents are divorced, my mom and sister hate me, my best friend loves me but I don't love him back, I've been having episodes since age 8, my evil sister was reaped and I had to take her place, and a group of big 250 pound guys hate me. I have a great life," I said.