***I DO NOT OWN THE HUNGER GAMES***
I never wanted to be a Career. I never wanted to have to train everyday for my whole life, to kill. I may have been the most skilled person there ever was, when it came to weapons- and, to be honest, I did enjoy the training, just not knowing that someday, I'd have to use it. Everyday, day after day, I'd go to the training center, opposite the Justice Building, to throw knives, shoot arrows, everything. I even had to learn about berries and how to survive in every type of climate. District two, darlings of the Capitol.
Alexis was my best friend. We trained together everyday. Like me, he excelled at everything, though his favourite weapons were the mace and dagger. Mine were the bow and arrows, throwing knives and a sword. Between us, we were lethal. He shared my rants about the Capitol, and he didn't want to volunteer either. We always told eachother that if we were ever reaped we wouldn't join the Careers. We wouldn't have anything to do with them and their bloodlust.
My parents, my friends, everyone expected me to volunteer when I turned eighteen, as it turned out, I didn't have to.
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The 60th Annual Hunger Games
FanfictionThis is the story of a District Two Tribute, Valerie Ravenwood, and her story in the Games. Valerie is no ordinary career tribute. Though she may be talented with weapons and is trained just like every other career, she shares no bloodlust or want...
