If Crane Never Made The Call

They're Called Careers

When I reach my bedroom I hop into the shower to wash the redness out of my hair. The water stops after 5 minutes so I press the dry button. I look down to see the floor being replaced by a metal grate. It takes 5 seconds to get the air working, but when it starts blowing it hits me like a fist. I get dried fast and step onto the mat.

On the bed waiting for me is a royal blue sweatshirt like the one from last night, night black pants and navy blue sneakers. I put on the clothes and walk to the dinning platform. Katniss is already there wearing a loose yellow top and black skinny jeans. I walk up to the platform and tell Haymitch about training.

"They're called careers." He says once I've finished. "Do you know what that means?"

"From district one" Katniss says through bites.

"And two." I add cautiously seeing the sharp knifes around.

"They train in a special academy till they're sixteen. By that point they're pretty lethal." Haymitch says raising his eyebrows.

"But they don't receive any special treatment, infact they stay in the exact same apartment as you." Effie says piping up. "And I don't think they're allowed to eat dessert, but you can." She smiles at us and we stare blankly at her till she looks away.

"So how good are they?" I ask turning back to Haymitch.

"Well obviously they're pretty good, I mean they win almost every year-"

"Almost" Effie says cutting him off. He glares at Effie and directs his attention back to Katniss and I.

"But they're arrogant, and arrogance can be a big problem." Katniss looks up from her meal giving him the angry eye. I force myself not to laugh infront them but I can't help myself from smiling. "So I hear you can shoot." He continues.

"I'm alright." She replys quietly.

"Shes better than alright. My father buys her squirrels, he says she hits them right in the eye every time." I think about home, my mom baking, my father carrying flower over his shoulders, and my brothers cleaning the counters.

"Peeta's strong" I hear coming back to reality. "He can throw a hundred pound sack of flour right over his head, I've seen it."

"Ya, well I'm not going to kill anyone with a sack of flour." I say angrily.

"Well you may have a better chance of winning if someone comes after you with a sword-"

"I have no chance of winning!" I yell interrupting her. "Non, you all know it. You know what my mother said when she came to see me, she said that district twelve may finally have a winner. She wasn't talking about me, she was talking about you." I say quieting down. "I'm not hungry." I get up and leave, walking to my bedroom. I hear Katniss walk away from the table as I reach my door.

I walk into my room and toss on the same pants and shirt I wore the first night not caring if they don't want me to do that. My head throbs as I crawl onto the mattress and under the covers. I pass out within 10 seconds of closing my eyes preparing my head for tomorrow.