Its early i dont care

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"All students who attend The Hunger Games training, please report to the main stage, say goodbye to your friends," I freeze and the icing I was just about to apply to my cupcake, Peeta comes over and wipes it up with no question. "Good luck," I look at him and he gives me sad eyes back.

I don't EXACTLY know whats going to happen, but im still scared for the unknown to layout in front of my face and smack me.

I dont bother saying goodbye to any of my friends. I shudder my walk to the big area of the main stage. At this school, theres about 4 or 5 stages, The Main Stage, the Emergency stage, the Practice stage maybe, and thats all I know so far but I don't dont know the names of the other ones. The main stage is the biggest out of all the stages, it's where they preform concerts and plays and stuff, half of the people who attended training were there, some scared some not. Ms Fandom looks at me and nods and i dont do anything because I have no clue what that nod means. I see her look at the others and it looks like shes counting them.

"Hello everyone, you're probably wondering why you're all here right now," Ms Fandom starts,

"No, we all know exactly why were here hm? OF COURSE we DON'T know," someone random yells

"Well, this was supposed to happen in a couple weeks or so, but now I decided it will be early, I dont care. I dont care about any of you,"

She cares about me though, right?

She looks at me and smiles. Right.

"So I've decided to put you all in a Hunger Games of your own! I hope you've studied on how to win the games and strategies because you're going in. Now."

I hear whimpers and whines and someone starting to sob, I just sit there. Im ready. I've known strategies for years.

I'll use them.

"Get up and follow me."

She pulls open a door behind the stage and goes a few steps down, looks back at all of us still sitting.

"Well come on!" she has a sharp edge to her voice.

I go first and quickly, the others obey, but a bit slower than me.

She opens another door, and it's like a little closet. she grabs a handle on the floor, and pulls a little floor door open.

Below I see a tube, like one they'd use in the real hunger games.

"I didn't want to waste money, but if you were smart enough to follow me in the first place, then you are very lucky."

"Khloe, you go in first. First one in gets first pick over the items. I suggest once you have your stuff, run. Go in."

I look around at the faces of the names I once knew. I'm not very good at remembering names. I turn back and slide onto the floor by the trap door and climb down the ladder.

Ms Fandom closes it and I hear a click.

"70 seconds," a robotive voice informs me.

i hear an intercom thing turn on and Ms Fandoms voice fills the room.

"You have Thur-tee sek-onds to get yooer th-in-gks." ️It's a robotive voice recorded by Ms Fandom.

I see the tube, this is my moment.

"20 seconds,"

I look around the room and see a thin outfit.

I realize I need to change into it very quickly, or im going in with the wrong clothing. But then behind it, there's winter clothes. A thick jacket, snow pants, a toque, snow boots, mittens. I quickly take my chances and put the snowsuit on, I can always take it off if I need to.

"Se-Ven-sek-onds," and I run to the tube and take a breath and wait. The tube closes, trapping me. It feels like an eternity, the time it takes for it to creep up into the arena, but it creeps on. I look up and the platform beneath me is all I have.

"Five, four," i realise it's time to go,

I look around and am blinded by the harshly white snow. It's a blizzard out here. I look at the the circle of bushes around me, how they have different supplies at them, one with food, water, one with weapons, one with winter stuff like mittens, thinish jackets, blankets, and things to build things with like a tarp, a tools and stuff.

I'm not too cold right now,

"One," and I race for the food, I grab two backpacks and throw most of the food and all the water bottles into it. I grab something to hammer ice down, so to make like a house. I grab 2 tarps, 2 blankets and put them in the big backpack, I grab a random backpack in the rush of the moment, and then I go to the weapon bush. I get another bag and throw a variety of weapons into it, and then I grab a sword by hand and run towards the forest of pine trees and other trees. I trip and fall, then regain my balance and continue to run.

I stop, decided I want to watch who comes in next. I climb a tree with lots of thick branches, and settle there for a minute, before the next tribute comes. I see a head, then the rest of the person. The person got the thin summering clothes, I feel terrible for them, but it makes better game for me if they're cold. I see the persons face.

I know how all the training students looks. But this was not one of them. This was a different person. It was a little girl, maybe about 6 or 7 by the looks of it, she looks freezing. But she has a look in her eyes, like she's been training for this forever. Maybe she has, because before I register the fact that I do not know this girl, "one," is said and she races for the winter clothes, zips them on, and gets all her supplies in seconds. Then she takes off like a bullet, towards the area of mountains.

If this were the hunger games, she'd be a career.

A little career.

I look around at what is visible and I see a lake, a frozen lake of course, but a lake. And woods beside it. I'll go there.

Im about to jump from the tree when another tribute comes up, looks around. I see a face. It's a boy, he is NOT familiar, what is happening. He looks kind of cute. But, of course, he's in summer clothes. As soon as "one," is announced, he waddled to the clothing bush, puts on a thick jacket and snow pants and boots and hat and a scarf, he goes and gets everything else vastly, he didn't get mittens, there's barely any weapons left, I took most of them, to hide basically, so no one else can use them. And then he starts coming toward my way, he gets to the tree I'm at. He stops. So does my heart, and so does my breathing.

He looks up.

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