The Story of a Career

Day 4

Careers don't let other tributes kill

alone.

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 Today was supposed to be just like yesterday, and for the most part it was. Get up, eat breakfast, and go train. Well, the first thing that went wrong was that I was a tiny bit late meeting Ptawny and Tullius. Lets just say that Ptawny hopes I die within the first five minutes in the arena.

We were five minutes late for training, but to our mental institutional friend, it was a century. The others had just started training and we quickly joined them. I headed right to the sword fighting station. I was going to whoop that sorry little trainers butt today.

We started to spar, and after about 30 seconds it was just all flashes of dull metal. The only noise in the air is the clashing of unsharpened metal. I act on instinct alone; the sword an extension of my arm and does what it pleases. My mind is shut out and I go on auto pilot.

Finally I drive my fake sword into the trainers stomach. He falls to the ground in pain, moaning, and I wipe the sweat off my brow. I glance around and everybody is looking at me with fearful eyes. Well, almost everybody. Fen just gives me a little grin and goes back to whirling his spear around. I give satisfied smile and go to warm down on a dummy.

A girl from district 5 starts to try her hand at sword fighting. She's taller than I, but much thinner. When she fails at the simplest of maneuvers, a little chuckle escapes my mouth and she turns to me. Her blazing eyes boring holes into me.

“What are you laughing at!” she yells in my face.

“It merely escaped my mouth” I say calmly.

“Just because you are more privileged than I does not mean you're superior!” she spits with fire at me.

Now I'm yelling too. “Oh we'll see about that in the Games!”

The girl punches me square in the nose, and I lose my footing falling to the ground. She is so going to pay for that in the games. I will make sure that she falls to my blade and mine alone.

She takes a step toward me, but two Peacekeepers quickly restrain her and move the girl to a different side of the room.

To bad I have vowed to kill her. I quite like this strong spirited girl, but I stay true to my word. I always find excitement in a good fight. It would have gotten much better, had the Peacekeepers not intervened.

I place my hands behind my head, then push up. I use my back muscles to stand up without using my legs. I give a slight chuckle. This girl has no idea what she has done.

I look around and everyone's eyes are still on me. I brush off my clothing and wipe the blood from my nose. I then pick up my sword and behead the dummy I was practicing on for show.

Lunch rolls around and everyone is still whispering about what happened. I sit down and start to devour my food. When everyone groups around me and the district 5 girl is out of earshot, I ask “What is her name?”

“Imara, I think” Glade says in her sweet voice.

“Well Imara just dug her own grave,” sneers Fen. “I have no doubt you'll kill her as soon as you get the chance, Blair.”

“I'm thinking about it,” I say with malice.

"I'll hold her down” Tullius says with a grin on his face. I find myself furrowing my brow. I always do this when I think. Tullius sees that my mind is at work. “Blair, what are you thinking about?” he says with caution.

“Maybe we want her as an ally. She could probably hold her own. I saw her whipping around some knives, and she looked pretty good,” I say quietly. Tullius automatically says no and I nod my head. Just a thought. Now that he said no, I don't actually want her with us. She hates us careers anyways. She made it pretty clear.

Training ends and we ride the elevator up to our floor. When I walk in, Zander approaches me and I'm bombarded with questions. “Did you provoke her?” “What did you say?” and other questions that did not matter.

I tell him “All I did was laugh, which may not even have been directed towards her, and then she punched me."

“You are extremely frustrating,” he states, then walks away.

I spend the rest of the day eating and napping. I end up watching some TV. The Capitol has nothing good on. And there are no reruns of old Hunger Games on today, so I quickly become bored with that.

Dinner roles around and nobody says much because we can't get a word in with Ptawny blabing on about how Imara should get a punishment from the Capitol. I finally cut in. “Oh, she'll get a punishment, but it won't be from the Capitol.”  Tullius gives me a devilish grin. Zander puts in his 2 cents. “I hope you can take her. I've heard good things from her mentor.”

“She's district 5. How tough could she be?” I say confidently.

Night approaches, and I am still full of energy. Maybe it was today’s events. I take a long time to put on pajamas and brush my teeth. I wash my face and crawl into the warm bed that has been remade for me. It takes several hours of gazing out at the city lights, but my eyes eventually become heavy, and I fall into a deep sleep.

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 Shout out to AugustaRose for sitting down, eating her apple, and reading our stories. Another shoutout to 12Swimmergirl12 for threatening to not sit next to me in math. Shoutout to JoeLuchetti for entertaining me in the infinetley boring health class. And last shoutout to Purlemonkee16 for not telling us her real username. PEACE, HOPE, AND LOVE. CHILDREN KILLING SMALLER CHILDREN, DEATH, AND COMMENT!