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Another day of training allows me to release all my anger on the dummys. As I stab one through the heart I imagine it's Levi.
"Good, then maybe you can understand what it would feel like to lose a child"
I'm not the bad one here, the Capitol is, they started all this and forced us to go along with it. You don't think I'd like to give up? To just let all this flow it's coarse and wait patiently for my death. You don't think I'd like to have my hands clean of anyone's blood? Of course I would, i'm sure most people here would too. But I can't just give up and die in that arena, not when I have child, it wouldn't be fair.
He or she deserves a chance at life.
One spear pierces the dummy's head.
He or she deserves to have a first birthday.
Another sticks the eye.
He or she deserves to have a loving family.
One more through the heart.
He or she deserves to live, live, live, live!
I hurl the last spear into the dummy with such force that it breaks off the wood stand and topples over. One of the twelve year olds stares at me, mouth hanging slightly open and I imagine how I must look. Wild-eyed, scowling, and a killer, considring I just stabbed the dummy seven times, five more than was needed.
The private sessions are also in a few minutes which is another thing that ticks me off, only the interviews are left, then i'll be heading into the games. I sigh and leave the spear station, sitting down on one of the few chairs they actually put in here.
"Tough day?" a female voice asks, I look up at the District 8 girl, the thirteen year old hovering close to her but still far enough from me. She has a sympathetic look in her clear blue eyes. This I hate, people feeling sorry for me.
"No" I reply coldly, i'm not really in the talking mood right now.
"Really? Because that dummys not looking too good" humor is clear in her voice but I don't laugh. All of this, the games, Levi's comment, and the baby, is really taking a toll on me.
"Just mind your own buissness ok?" she's thrown off for a moment by my abrasiveness, something i've seemed to gain during all this, and has a hard time putting words together.
Static fills the room, making everyone look to the loudspeakers placed on the walls, as a voice fills the room.
"Tributes, please exit the training room and sit in the cafiteria. You will be called out one by one for your private sessions starting with District 1. Tribute Isadora Meringold please stay, your private session will be first" the voice clicks off and everyone murmers as they file out through the door.
"Don't worry I got your back if you ever need me" the girl pats my back and gets up to leave the room with the rest of the other tributes, what did that mean? Does she want to be allies? I shake it off and exit the room too, allies should be the least of my worries now.
Tables are spread around the cafeteria and each district sits with their partner, keeping away from everyone else. I guess everyone is tense at this point.
Levi's already chosen a table so I take the seat across from him. He doesn't say a greeting so I don't either and we wait in silence while the other districts are called. I don't bother to look at them as they come out, although I hear shouts of joy as some kids have no doubt made a good performance. This unsettles me and I wonder how I will make a decent score.

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