The next day I wake up early. I'm nervous. Not just about the private sessions, but about facing Jeramy again. I'm not good at talking to people, and after we have shared two kisses he makes me nervous, my hands tremble when I talk to him, and every time he looks at me my cheeks turn hot and burn. I guess that's love.
"Good morning." Jer says and peeks his head through the door to my bedroom.
"JERAMY!" I say a little too loud.
"This is my room, and I'm changing!"
"I don't mind." He says and I see that he is nervous too. Does he have the same feelings as I have, or does he feel less for me than I do for him? Suddenly I'm not thinking about my feelings towards him, but what he thinks of me.
"Sorry." He whispers and and then he sprint in and take me in his arms. I'm in my bra, about to take on my training top, but when he spins me around it slips through my fingers and falls to the ground.
"You're pretty." Jeramy says and kisses me. Then he walks out of the room and leaves me there.
Surprised and out of emotions I go out and eat some breakfast. Jeramy has already gone down to the training centre.
"You ready?" Johanna asks me
"Yea I think so."
"Just don't let him ruin you."
"What?" I ask
"Don't let him distract you, and then when it comes down to it he's killing you anyways."
"We would never do that!" I almost shout.
"Just be careful." She says after me as I sprint out the door and into the elevator.
When the elevator hits the training centre all the tributes are sitting outside the big hall. I can see that the tribute girl from district 1 isn't here, so she must be in her private sessions now. The time goes by slowly, but one by one the tributes disappear. The tribute boy from district 6 just went in, and I know that it's my time. 5 minutes goes by, 10 minutes. Then they call my name "Rose Woods." I get up, and walk into the training hall. I'm ready. I tell my self over and over again, but am I? I'm not like the brutal careers. Throwing people and hitting the middle of the target with everything. I even saw the boy from four throw a trident and it hit the middle. I've had almost zero practice at knife throwing. The only thing I did with the knives at the flower shop was to cut flowers. Maybe I am as ready as I can be? Maybe I'm not meant to be the best at everything. Maybe I'm just meant to be me. Not a killing machine. A school girl that works at the flower shop and cleans afterwards for her parents. A girl with a best friend that is going to die soon. A girl that is going to die soon.
"Name?" One of the judges asks me
"Rose."
"What more?"
"Rose Woods, district 7."
