The 69th Hunger Games

Chapter 6

-Chapter 6-

I was astonished. Me! I pulled a 10 as my training score! Reef looked over at me, his eyes wide.

" Nice job," Finnick congratulates.

" Shh! Shh!" Palioa swats at Finnick, and, so, he does.

" And Reef Feildmark with a training score of..." Ceaser Flickerman gestures to the screen portion beside him and Reef has a score of...

8.

He smiled at me and I smiled back.

" Looks like District 4 has a chance of winning!" Cooed Finnick.

" Yeah, it does." I mutter, thinking of what tommorow will be like, training for the interviews.

- The Next Morning-

" Up! Up! Up!" Palioa pipes. " Time for some girl time!"

I throw a fluffy pillow at her, it hits her in the head, sending her aqua blue wig tumbling off her head.

" Wearing dresses, stumbling around in high-heels, and training is not "girl time". Whatever girl time is..." I mumble angrily before I accidentally fall back asleep.

She huffs angrily and walks over. She takes a deep breath and tries to pull my limp body off the bed.

But, fortunately for me, Palioa is not all that strong. So she worked up a sweat after failing to pull me off twice.

Finally, she gives in.

"Ok, Atlantic, if you come off of this bed, I won't make you wear a dress," She negotiates.

" Good, " I reply, throwing off the warm and fluffy covers.

At breakfast, I stuffed my face will pastries. buns, bagels, waffles, and more.

An Avox boy served me a glass of lemon flavored juice and walks away, as silent as a butterfly.

- Interview Training -

" Ugh!!" I groan as I stumble around, trying to walk to the seat I will be "interviewed" at. " Are you trying to kill me!?" I snarl at Palioa, who is looking at me like I disgust her.

" Ok, ok, since we have ran out of time," she checks her pocket schedule.

" Yes!" I pumped my fist in the air.

" No, with walking practice." She pipes, checking it off her schedule. " But now, is the " approach "practice!"

" Ugh.." I groan.

-After Practice-

My heals are bruised, my cheeks sore, my head is throbbing, and my arms tired from doing " cupcake hands". But I still have to finish my interview tonight.

" So, " Reef walks up with a glass of orange drink in his hand. " What's your approach? Mine is Charming."

" Mine is tough, yet sweet." I say, not even giving him a glance.

-The Interveiw-

The 18 year old boy from District 3 is just walking off stage. Which means that I'm next.

Oh great.

" Now! Atlantic Quicksilver of District 4!" Ceaser announces.

I walk out, my pastel green dress flouncing around my knees and my feet comfortable in a pair of flats.

" Ooh La La!" Ceaser cooes. " Atlantic! That dress is stunning!"

" Thank you!" I smile my most winning smile and sit down.

" So Atlantic, How are you liking the Capitol?" Ceaser questions.

" Oh my god! It's so cool! Except, I hate it here! I hate the games, I hate the Capitol, and I want to be swimming and fishing in my home waters!" I snarl at the audience and at Ceaser.

" Well you won't be here often, because we all know you're going to win,"Caeser smiles.

" Well, obviously!" I say.

" Ooh, we have a confident girl here!" Caeser pipes.

" Well! What can I say! I'm competitive!" I remark.

" I see that! With a training score of 10 you seem like a threat!" Caeser comments.

" Well, the Games are a ' kill or be killed' game. " I growl.

" Oh! That's all the time me have! Thank you Atlantic!" Ceaser announces.

I give one last winning smile, and flounce off stage.

Oh my gosh! I did terrible! I think.

Before I can watch Reefs Interveiw, I walk off stage and go to my room.

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