chapter 4

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When I open the door, my heart sinks; EVERYONE is already there. And as soon as I enter, everyones eyes turn to me. ‘So much for trying to keep attention off myself’ I think.

The head trainer just nods at me as I join the group, then starts to explain the stations. I drown out her voice and look around the room, I notice instantly that one side of the room has survival stations; edible plants, knot tying, edible bugs, and fire starting. And the other end has weapons; from a wall of maces, to spears. I scan the wall for my weapon, because even though my parents didn’t make me train, I practiced with a few weapons incase the worst should happen. Which is a decision I defiantly don’t regret.

When the main trainer finishes speaking, she sets us loose. My district partner, as well as the tributes from one, and the boy from four head for the weapons, and most of the other tributes try their best to stay out of each other’s way. I look around again for a moment before walking to the edible plant station.

In less than an hour, I pick up a few tricks; when you break a poisoned plant, the color is different. You can tell by the color alone that it’s deadly. I thank the trainer before heading to the other end of the room, to the weapons.

The one I’m looking for is at the other end of the room, as though no one ever uses it. As I walk up to the station, I smile softly at the trainer. I pick up a few of them, checking the balance, and I see the trainer looking at me; assuming I cant do anything. The though irks me, and I was going to hide any skill I have, but I cant let them think im a weakling.

I walk to the dummies, and take a breath. Using the weapons as an extension of my hands, I easily behead one dummy before turning on my heel, and stabbing another in the chest, right in the heart. I look at my work, mainly the dummies head on the floor, and put my duel swords in the sheath on my back.

I look up, and see not only the gamemakers staring at me, but most of the tributes as well; including my district partner.

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