"so that's how you shoot.who wants to go first?" the muscular man asks after demonstrating in painful detail exactly how you shoot a target.I wonder what his name is."you know for future victors your all pretty lousy volunteers" he tells us with a smirk resting on his face,I'd like to show him a thing or two."haha,nice one man.I'm Bailey and I'm up for going first. doesn't bother me if it's first for the games or just throwing knife s at a target first during training.I'm your guy." I hate him.Bailey thinks he is perfect and is sure as hell going to be a Victor in a few short years."Okay Bailey,show us what you can do" Mr.muscles replied.
A few of the other kids whispered things quickly like "I bet he hits the target" "do you think he will volunteer this year?" and "I wonder if he has a girlfriend" it makes me feel sick to the bone.Bailey isn't talented or special, he's just arrogant and selfish.part of me wishes he would volunteer soon so I could see him get what he deserves but then again another part of me knows I have to keep hold of my humanity because that's the only thing separating me from being just like the rest of them. I don't want to be just another perfect capital brainwashed Victor from district 2,they control too much of our lives already I would rather die than give them the satisfaction they controlled me.
My eyes drift over towards where Bailey is standing as I snap back to reality,his feet shoulder width apart,standing with his torso twisted towards the target board and pulling an arrow back as he stares intensely at the board like it's a piece of meat.A few tense seconds later he releases the arrow as the class watch in anticipation waiting for it to hit the bullseye perfectly but it doesn't. he missed,ha.Mr.look at me I'm so perfect failed.
Mr.muscles looks back at the open mouthed class then at a rather embarrassed looking Bailey and asks "now can anyone tell me what Bailey here did wrong?" everyone just glances around the room looking at each other for answers they don't have."yes Cato is it? go on" I turn around startled at the sound of my name looking up to realise my hand is in the air,that's funny I don't remember putting it there and before I can die of embarrassment like Bailey or struggle to find my words I find myself confidently responding "he didn't raise his elbow enough Mr ugh...Mr so it couldn't of possibly given him enough power to hit the bullseye" I can't force myself to meet the eyes that belong to Mr.muscles so instead I make a mistake and turn to find multiple eyes staring at me now with even wider mouths gawping."how did you know that" asks a shocked Mr.muscles from behind me " I don't know I just had this feeling" I reply with a forced cocky smile."I see.Trust your feelings more Cato" he says "oh and by the way my name is Dwayne"
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The dark haired threat
FanfictionCato has just began the immensely demanding training programme in district 2. Living up to his brothers reputation is one thing but becoming a Victor, that's another altogether. Although he has his fair share of both attention and friends he doesn't...
