“Wake up you sloppy teenagers!” I hear Falafel shout as I slowly rub my eyes from my sleep.
“Wha.. what?” I listen to Ferdinand moan.
“Training day!” Falafel chirps in her thick Capitol accent, “Mark and Cecelia will take you both down to the training centre where you’ll both prepare yourself for the games. Mark will be coaching you Hyora and Cecelia will be coaching Ferdinand.”
I sigh and get up in a slumped standing position. Falafel’s cheery mood is good I guess, but right now, I have an urge to punch her in the face.
“Let’s go Ferdinand,” Cecelia says as she helps carry Ferdinand into the bathroom to get him ready.
Mark walks up to me and pats my shoulder, “you ready?”
“yes,” I reply tonelessly.
The morning consists of mainly getting ready, having breakfast and a visit from Valencia. She has already planned our outfits for the interview with Caesar Flickerman; however, she refuses to leak any information about the outfits. After breakfast, we chat with Mark and Cecelia about what approach we are going to take when we enter the games. Right now, Ferdinand and I are playing the role of cute, bubbly and confident. Mark thinks we should assume the approach of being sly, sneaky backstabbing killers in the games; however, Cecelia thinks it would be better if Ferdinand and I portray sassiness and fierceness in the games. We agree that Ferdinand takes Mark’s approach and I take on Cecelia’s approach.
Mark brings up a point about weapons. He asks us both about what weapons we’ve used in the past, and to my surprise, Ferdinand lists quite a few, which includes needle throwing, spears and swords. I reply measly by saying that I’ve had experience with a baseball bat and a kitchen knife. Cecelia insists that I exaggerate that a bit more to make me more feared by the other tributes by saying that I am good at knocking people out with clubs and I’m very sly with a machete.
After planning our approaches towards the Hunger Games, Ferdinand and I are sent down to the training centre which is located underground below the building. We were told to be there at 9am; however, we arrive there half an hour early. Once Ferdinand and I get there, we realise that already all the career tributes and I couple others have already beaten us to get here.
“Wow! They’re early,” Ferdinand says timidly.
I nod and scan the room for anyone to talk to because we aren’t technically allowed to touch any equipment until 9am. I notice the blonde girl from District 3; Johanna Icon, sitting on a chair in the corner of the room.
“Hello, my name’s Hyora!” I say confidently.
“He-hello,” she stutters.
“What are you good at?” I question.
“Nothing,” she says while staring blankly into space.
I don’t understand how she could be so conservative. Her looks alone have probably gotten her a lot of sponsors. I decide it’s best if I leave her alone and I move on to another tribute. This one is the fat kid from District 7.
“Hello, I’m Hyora!” I chirp happily.
“Whaa!!! Get away you bimbo!” he says angrily.
“Sorry, didn’t mean to offend you,” I say slightly pissed off.
I realise the fat kid’s name: Billiam Roberto.
“I’m gonna kill you anyway! So don’t even talk to me!” he says mightily, “Besides, you’re a girl, you’ll die when your nails break.”
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THE 68TH HUNGER GAMES - Book 1: Tribute
FanfictionSix years before Katniss Everdeen's 74th Hunger Games, there was Hyora Coco; a previous Hunger Games tribute. Hyora Coco is a fashion forward sixteen year old living in the poverty stricken District 8. During a public reaping, she volunteers as trib...
