Mockingjay's Daughter (Hunger Games Fanfiction)

Chapter 11: Individual Assessment

Practicing my 'skills' at the training centre felt like a daily thing for me now.

Eat.
Practice.
Eat.
Practice.
Eat.
Sleep.

I would meet up with Autumn and we would help each other with the activities.

She would show me how to dodge attacks by ducking and blocking flying objects and weapons and I would show her how to shoot an arrow and aim. It worked out.

She could never really get the hang of it, but she still thanked me anyway. It was horrible to think that not long from now, we were going to be forced to kill one another.

This was my daily routine, until we had to get an individual assessment.

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All twenty four tributes had to sit in the waiting room for our name and district to be called out.

I sat pulling at my short fingernails anxious.

Will I mess it up?

After a male boy from district 8 named Joseph was called up who was about twelve looking scared, I said: "Drakob, you should of practiced at the training centre."

He doesn't bother looking at me. I can tell he's also nervous. Maybe taking into consideration what I had just said? He tries to sound casual to not give the impression. "I already said that I didn't want some snobby career watching me."

"You could of learned some new skills. Like I've-"

"-I don't care what you've learned Willow.' He grunted with his head down. "I just want this thing over and done with."

I could understand how nervous he was, but he was being (as usual) a complete moody jerk with me.

"Autumn Leander, district 9." The robot announcer voice called. She look at me and gave a weak smile.

"Good luck," I mouthed giving her a thumbs up sign.

She gave me a thumbs up back and mouthed, "thank you." I hope Autumn does well.

She told me that she was showing them her skill of dodging weapons, since she couldn't do anything else. Her ability to is amazing though.

After about ten minuites, the boy from Autumns district was called. Then the female and male from ten then elevin. It took forever for them to get to our district.

The whole time me and Drakob stay in silence.

"Willow Mellark.

District 12," the announcer called.

Right, this is me. I got up and started walking to the door.

"Good luck," Drakob mumbles, refusing to make eye contact. I look at him suprised by what he's said.

I give him a small nod then enter the room for my private session.

The room is very large and different objects are spaced around the room. Weights, spears, swords, bow and arrows. I grabbed one and walked towards the target.

"Go," Said a male voice. I looked up to see the Gamemakers sitting on large red velvet sofa's with a large banquit feast set out. They were all stuffing their faces half-heartidly watching.

I took no notice of them and aimed for the centre. I didn't let go. Lots of things started rushing through my mind and I somehow couldn't realise the string, I don't care what scores the Gamemakers give me, they just help me get sponsers and I probley won't even win anyway.

"Today, Miss Mellark," said that same voice again impatently.

I gave him a nasty look and eventualy shot the arrow, perfectly in the centre.

Then another making the first arrow split in half because of how similar it was.

I looked to see if the Gamemakers where watching and they all had there backs turned to me talking amougst themselves.

Thats it.

I really cannot take these games, these ignorant people--

I slammed the bow very hard on the solid, marble floor so I could get their attention. A sharp ecco travels the room and they all jumped with shock from the grumble of the cracked surface.

I simply nod my head and strut off, which I knew wasn't the right thing to do.

"You did what?!" Effie practically screamed after I told everyone what happened at dinner that night. "This is just like Katniss all over again!"

"I know how it feels to be looked over like you're nothing to them Willow but you just had to grip and bare with it, now you could have a low score." Everyone sitting down glare at her. "I know I can't say much."

"But it made me angry that they were ignoring me."

"Yes well let's just hope you got a good score for sponsers." My dad says trying to lighten the dull mood, not that it helped.

Later that night, we all watch the tribute scores on TV, even Drakob watches it with us.

Both Careers from District 1 score 10.

The girl from 2 scores 7 and the boy from 2 scores 9.

3, 4, 5, 6, 7 and 8 all score under 8.

The boy from Autumns district scores 4 and Autumn scores 9!

Well done Autumn, I say to myself.

10 and 11 score 8, 5, 3 and 8 again,

Then it's me and Drakob. District 12.

"So District 12." Ceaser says, "The charming Drakob White," this make me nearly snort out loud. "scored a very impressive 11."

"Well done!" Everyone says to him.

Wow, he must of been really good.

"And finally, the radiant Willow Mellark scores

...7"

This was ok I guess...not that I care much.

"Thats ok Willow," My Dad reassures me. "Thats still good, we can work with that."

"Were still very proud of you," Mom whispered to me in my ear.

I now hope I can do this more that ever.