The 100th Hunger Games [currently being edited]

Training: Day 3

Thalia Miracle's POV

Early morning sunshine streams through the windows of the training centre lobby. Heather and I are sat in a bench in the corner of the room, eyeing the other tributes.

"I'm glad I'm allied with you, Thalia. I wouldn't be able to trust any other tribute." Heather whispers.

"Same." I reply.

I gaze down at the sickly pink carpeting, dreaming about if I would ever return home. But why would I want to come home? My parents are dead. I suppose I might want to come back for Imogen... But I would still have to live in the orphanage. I sigh, realising the only reason I want to go home is because I don't want to die.

My startling blue eyes dart upwards as Shayla saunters into the room.

"Finally." I hear one of the careers mutter.

"Good morning, tributes. Today you will be able to learn/practice skills. After midday you will have your private session with the game makers, who will give you your training score." Shayla announces.

A hand shoots up. "You said we would have a whole day learning skills!" A girl probably in her thirties says.

"The game makers and president snow changed their mind." She states. Her eyes scan the room, checking if their is anymore questions.

Nobody has any other questions so we obediently follow Shayla into the training hall.

We are lead into a circular hall, dotted with all sorts of stations. Shayla stands in front of us, her hands on her hips.

"You have five hours to learn/practice any skills you wish. However keep in mind that you are not allowed to fight with any of the tributes. If you want to practice hand to hand combat there are trainers willing to do so with you." Shayla says. Then she dismisses us with a single wave of her hand.

Heather and I decide to go to separate stations.

"So you are going to go to the trap-making station and I will go to the knife throwing station." I confirm.

She nods and starts to walk to the trap-making station. I wave at her and head towards the knife throwing station.

There are three other tributes already at the station. The trainer looks relatively happy with the amount of tributes that have shown up. Standing in front of the station is Skye, from district eight, Oak, from district seven and Nia from district five.

"Hello tributes, my name is Barni! Are any of you experienced in knife throwing?" The trainer asks us. Skye nods eagerly.

"Fantastic! Would you like to show us?" Barni says, ecstatically.

Skye saunters over to the collection of knives. Determinedly, she clutches a knife into her hand. She inhales deeply, drawing the knife back behind her head. Exhaling, she let the knife free. It zooms through the air like a bird. In a matter of milliseconds the knife lodges itself into the target.

She grins and Barni claps, enthiustically.

"Great!" Barni says. "Now, I want you all to mimic Skye's actions."

We all stand still, not sure whether to do.

"Go on fetch a knife!" Barni says.

I step forward and grab a medium sized knife. I clasp it tightly in my hands. I mimic what Skye's actions and finally release the knife. I watch intensively as the knife flies through the air. It sticks into the corner of the target.

Barni claps. "Good first try, Thalia? You're obviously a natural!"

I beam at him, giving him a comical little bow.

I fetch my knife and stand back - to watch Oak and Nia's attempts.

Oak fails miserably and can't throw the knife close to the target. Nia's attempts are a little better than Oak and she manages to throw it near the target.

Dixie Honey's POV

I groan heavily as I fail to make a fire for the fifth time.

"Don't worry, Dixie! We are allies and anyway I can make the fire." Marzia says, comfortingly. I want to say 'but what if you die and I'm alone'. However that thought to Marzia and I is unthinkable.

Marzia notices my bored, inpatient face.

"Come on, let's go to a different station." She says.

We decide to go to the camouflage station. There is only one other tribute at the station, Fern from district eleven. The trainer greets us, excitedly.

"Hello girls! Gosh you two are adorable! Anyway my name is Marnie and I will be teaching you some camouflage skills!" The trainer says. "Please follow me and I will get you set up!"

We follow Marnie to a desk covered in paints. Behind the desk is a tree, a patch of grass and a rock.

Marzia and I sit at the desk.

Absentmindedly, I block out Marnie's talking and I look over at all the tributes. It petrifies me to think that any one of them might end my life.

The careers practice their weapons, menacingly. The girl from one is beautiful; the light seems to follow her around like a glittering cloak.

My eyes spring away from the careers to the new tributes who have joined the station. Marnie looks overly joyful - it's unlikely she gets one tribute at her station, let alone five! I recognise them as the mother and daughter from district five.

The daughter waves us at merrily. I wave back.

I seem to be a lot better at camouflage as I blend into the tree quite well. Marzia can't quite manage to get the colours right and Nia and Jasmine manage to blend into the grass perfectly.

After Midday:

Bronze Cayne's POV

I am not nervous. I will be great - I tell myself. Although my jittering hands tell me differently. I am next for the training session with the game makers. Ruby has been a long time and that just makes my nerves scream louder.

I clench my hands into fists. I cannot show my fear, otherwise Alec may kick me out of the careers. I try to give the other tributes frightening glares, however I cannot bring myself too. Instead I just stare at the floor.

Trying to push my unnecessary nerves away, I wipe my sweaty palms on my track suits as I hear my name being called into the room.

With my head held high, I go through the doors.

Automatically, I walk straight towards the spear section.

"Show us what you've got!" The head game maker, Elranius Exceed says. I grin, picking up a spear.

My muscles ripple as I bring the spear behind me. I grunt as I release the spear from my grip. It soars through the air and lands perfectly in the middle of the target.

I throw a few more spears and then I ask for a trainer to do hand to hand combat with. I get in a squat stance, eyeing the trainer, evilly as if he was a real tribute.

The trainer goes in for the first hit, but I dodge it easily. I am praised by a round of applause the game makers.

I go in for the next blow and the trainer is too slow. My fist makes contact with his left cheek, but it doesn't harm him as we both are wearing protective armour. His head swivels round in the 'contact', so I take the opportunity by kicking him hard in the stomach.

I beam, proudly as I hear the bell ring - signalling the end of my private session. Merrily, I wave to the game makers and they smile eagerly at me.

A/N - Sorry for any grammar/spelling mistakes I may have missed :)