The 100th Hunger Games [currently being edited]

Allies for The Games

Skye Bloomer's POV

There is a loud bang on my door. I look at my alarm clock, 6:15am. We have to get up at eight am for training! Whoever this annoying pig is that has woken me up at this time will pay for it.

Grunting, I clamber out of my cocoon of silk duvet and trudge towards the door. I swing the door open, revealing Gaze.

"Why did you wake me up so early?" I say, groggily.

"Err... It's not early!" Gaze protests.

"It's 6:15am in the morning!" I shout, pointing at my alarm clock.

"Your clock must be wrong, it's 9am. Today we don't have training, they've given us another day to make allies and get sponsors. Come on we have to go, we're already late!" Gaze says. I groan and shut the door to get changed.

Once I'm changed I come out of my room, Gaze is still out side; presumably waiting for me. I jog to the dining room and grab a piece of toast and run back to Gaze.

"So are we allies?" I ask him, munching on my toast. To be honest, I couldn't care less. I know I'm going to die, having allies just makes the experience more... Enjoyable.

"Well if you want -" He starts.

"Sure I do!"

He nods and we begin to make our way towards the elevator. Automatically, the elevator doors slide open. We step inside the sparkling clean elevator. Surrounding me are glossy mirrors. I scrunch my face in disgust as I look at my bedraggled hair and pasty face. I look downwards so I don't have to see my knotty brown hair and my sleepy ice-blue eyes.

Gaze seems to love the mirrors and stares at himself, tweaking his hair and posing ridiculously. Being the mayors son must mean he has never had a messy hair day. I muffle a laugh as he poses, his head held high but slightly slanted to the left and his eyes squinted, only showing a sliver of his grey eyes. I roll my eyes.

Ding! The elevator comes to a stop and we step out. We look around, confused where to go. A couple of peacekeepers notice us and usher us towards a large wooden door. They open it, revealing a giant room, lined with polished tables with perfectly laid cutlery.

My mouth drops as I stare in awe at the room. The long windows are draped with velvet, crimson curtains that just touch the floor. Not all the tributes have yet arrived, however the majority of them are there. They sit at the tables, some in groups, some alone.

I follow Gaze to a table near the corner of the room. Absentmindedly, I start to fiddle with the luxurious cutlery and elegantly patterned napkins.

I hum a tune, as we wait for the other tributes to arrive. Sleepily, I rub my eyes. Although it may not be 6:15am, to me it feels like it.

I am in a daze as Gaze gently shakes me, notifying me that all the tributes are now present. My eyes widen as I see two girls sitting opposite us. They smile half-heartedly at me. As I scan the room I realise that there are tables spare so they must have willingly decided to sit with us.

"Hi, I'm Josie." The girl on the left says, a sickly sweet beam spreading across her tanned face. She must be from district ten, they spend too much time in the sun. Her smile seemed un-genuine, I'm not sure if I can trust her. I look over at Gaze and he seems perfectly happy with her. Mentally, I sigh. If Gaze trusts her, I guess I will have to as well because if I break allies now I will be the first on they're kill list.

"I'm Gaze," Gaze blurts out.

"Skye." I mutter.

"I'm Paige," The other girl says, shyly. I remember her from the Reapings. She was the poor girl who had been reaped with her Father's murderer. I don't have much sympathy for many people, but I do for her.