I have to contain my rage with them, how could they do this? Do they have no faith in me and feel that it would be less of a disappointment if I was actually aiming for a low score? Yeah I bet they have high hopes for Ash. I can tell he will be getting all the sponsers when were in there so I need to start learning how to vent for myself.
were sat in a room, in our training gear, ready to show the gamemakers our chosen skill. Ash's name is called and then shortly after, so is mine. Im eager to ask him what he done. He's strong so I assume he showed off that.
the doors open automatically themselves and I follow to where they lead me. I find myself walking in a massive room filled with different types of weaponry and then in a small part things like painting and ropes.
I walk steadily through the room trying not to appear timid in any way. I clock my vision on the rack of knives and stare at them for a while contemplating whether to go against Nora and Igual's plan. I quickly shake the thought out of my head and find a tree. Another skill I have is running, so if I cant show off my throwing I may as well show off my speed.
The game makers are watching eagerly, waiting on me to do something and I can feel the pressure. With all the strength in my legs, I push off and start sprinting to the middle of the room. I don't slow down at all. I pick up my pace even more and I feel as if I havent ran this fast in my life. I approach a tree but i don't slow down and instead ascend it with my hands barely touching it. I walk along a thin, steady branch and show off my balance to them. I'm getting bored myself now and if im bored they are too. I jump off the branch but quickly catch it in my hands before I reach the ground and swing myself round it. I let my hands go and leap off elegantly, curtsying as I land. One of them gives a slight giggle, then dissmisses me and without hesitation, I leave towards the door I came through.
a few hours later were gathered in the lounge in front of a massive television positioned on the wall. Everyone's going on about how well they think Ash done so I zone out and pretend im not here. I dont want to hear about how well he done, its embarrassing because I know I done terrible and yeah of course im jealous too.
The conversations stop when Ceaser Flickerman's voice is pronounced on the TV. District one and two got high scores, in the 8-10s which is predicted. Then quickly ash's picture is displayed on the screen. The room is so silent and intense I swear you could here Felicity's heart thudding off her chest. Before you know it, the number nine is being flashed on the screen. Excitement rushes through me but then I remember it's not for me. Everyone cheers in glee and misses my training score show up. A five. I got a five and no one cares. Of course why would they, it's terrible. I look weak because of their stupid idea and they dont even try to comfort me.
I stare at the tv in front of me with my legs tucked up to my chest, sitting at the very edge of the sofa, and I can see Ash looking at me. He slides up closer beside me, putting his arm around my shoulder and whispers into my ear "I think you done great." then places a small kiss on my cheek.
this is why I love Ash. No matter how bad i'm feeling he always puts a smile on my face, and he doesn't even put much effort into it, hes just himself and thats what makes it better. I start to wander off into my own little world then I catch a glimpse of the number 11 flashing on the tv and it's for Katniss Everdeen.
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