Romani caught in an arena.

Chapter 5.

It's been a long day. It's all I can think. And right now, I need sleep. Well, more like I want sleep. I don't need it. I'm not that tired. But it's what I want. I want to escape this world for just a moment. Live in my dreams, even if it is only for a little while. Random fact, did you know that dreams can last for just a few seconds, or up to 20 minutes? I know, it's strange, I think. I mean, I would prefer dreams to last longer, and for you to be able to remember them, and live them. But, well, that's just a random thought. I guess i have a surreal mind. 

Iv'e finally made my way up near to my room. Well, I believe its my room, I don't know for sure. Uvuar didn't really explain where my room was, just said that we were on the 8th floor, you know, being from District 8. Also, I think Uvuar was too busy with Tryst, to even notice me. Besides me apologising, and her telling me our rooms were ready, we didn't talk at all. Tryst is the clear favorite between us two. He is liked, and doesn't have an attitude like I do. You know, just going from words of people in my district. Iv'e always been known to have this attitude. I guess it makes me. Everyone needs a bit of attitude. But Uvuar and Blair have noticed that he is the best out of us both, so I guess he'll get more attention. 

Laying there, I  slowly drift off, into my dreams. The only place left I can actually live without thinking about the games.

****Next morning****

No sounds from Uvuar to wake me this morning. Strange, I think. I would have expected her to wake me, you know, it being the day training starts. But, I guess I can wake up properly this morning, in peace. As I grudge along the corridors, making my way towards the Dining Hall. Sorry, who am I kidding? I don't even know where it is, i'm just going along with the corridors, wondering where it will take me. You know, because that's totally the best thing to do. 

And it takes me where? The Elevator. Typical. I keep walking though, just wanting to end up somewhere. Maybe someone will notice i'm missing for breakfast, and come find me. Maybe. Well, more like, hopefully now. I'm totally lost. How can this place be so...big? Like seriously, It's strange. Anyway, never mind about where I am going. Lets think about my mind. Think about my mind? Makes no sense...Lets talk about my mind.  First thing on my mind? The tributes. I already have some haters. God knows why! I suck at these things. I'm considered, lazy. Seriously though, I really am going to fail at this. Firstly, this means, training. Ahh, training. That should be fun. Seeing 23 other people, show off their skills, and talents, to scare the others. But lets be honest, all it does is show how weak and strong you are. And lets face it, the weak ones will be killed first. The strong ones will be the first people to be added to the list of allies people want. Oh, and they will be ones with the most sponsors. Isn't that lovely? 

Food. That's what I can smell. Food. I'm then hit by how hungry I am. I hardly ate anything yesterday. Mind you, I hardly eat anything every day. But, i'm from district 8, so at least we eat a bit. Enough to keep us alive, and healthy that is. But right now, I want to eat. I guess this means i'm close to the dining hall...And I was right. There it is. Well, there is a huge sign stating "Dining hall". Who could miss that? No one. Its huge. Like seriously, it's not like people are blind. It doesn't have to be that big! Oh jeez...Why am I talking about this? Shut up Romani, and walk towards the door, open it, and eat the food! Now!

"Oh! I was wondering when you would turn up for food! Come, come, sit! Come and have some breakfast!" And that's what I was worried about. Uvuar. Her voice annoys me so much. Its just, there. Constantly. Just waiting to annoy someone. But, I take her order and start eating. It's just so, yummy.

"Thanks.Yeah, sorry about being late. I, err, Got lost? I don't know...I just walked around, anywhere really to be honest. Didn't really know where to go..." I trail off there, leaving the conversation, if there was one, at a lost. 

"What exactly do we do in training?" Trysts question came to me at a lost...What exactly do we do? Because I don't know. That's one thing for sure. Well, I guess training is mainly what we do...

"You'll have two days of training. Threes different activities to try out, to gain and show off your skills. I suggest you try them all, might be useful to you. You never know, until you get into the arena." I sit there patiently, eating my food, and listening to Blair talk on about what will happen. 

"After those two days, you will spend the day, having separate training session, on your own. This is so that the game makers, and the sponsors, and other people can judge you, and give you a training score. This score, will help with gaining sponsors. Got it?" I just simply nod...

"Okay, good. Now hurry up. Training starts at 10am." And like that, hes up, and moving. Walking away. Guess we have to get ourselves to the elevator, and to training, huh? Not surprising. Oh well, gives me another chance to get lost again! 

*****Training room***** 

Okay, so I was a bit late...Well, about half an hour? I don't know...Something like that. Either way...Everyone had already started training when my elevator reached the floor. What do I do? I walk out and just say

"What? I got lost. Deal with it." Yeah, people are going to love me. But, lets see. Not many places left that I can use, to train. Lets start with something easy. Ahh, yes! I think while walking towards the Camouflage station. Should be fun, I think. Always liked a bit of painting, or whatever. All I'm thinking is this is easy. Great, I learnt one skill, camoflaging. Frowning, I think, how is this exactly going to help me? Lets just move to something harder. Like, err, looking around, I see that there are loads of different things to do, that are hard. Just choosing one is the problem. Oh, lets try spears! I mean, cant be that hard, right? Walking there, I notice that some people like to casually look over at other people, when they do great on something. Competitive, much? I guess they like to show that they know how good they are. Such, show offs. 

The spears! Hello there! Aren't they long? Oh god, i'm going to hurt someone here. Maybe I shouldn't do this? I mean, it's me...And a spear? Can't go good. While picking it up, I have to steady my hand as the weight piles into my skin. Didn't think it was so heavy. Surprising. Walking back a few steps, I choose my target; The little fake man made of plastic, or whatever it is. The middle one though. I don't want this to be too much of a challenge for me. I mean, the one closest, is just too, close. And the furthest one? Well, hitting that one will actually end up in me hurting someone. So, the middle one it is.

Boom! The spear hits the dummy, with a thud. A very large one. I put all my strength into that. Guess it was worth it. I'm now the one with attention. I didn't even want it. I just wanted to see if I could actually hit that dummy. Now I know I can, and so does everyone else. Still panting away, my only thought is "Hey, look who can throw spears!". Now, this will actually help me.

And just like that, I walk towards the dummy, thinking about throwing the spear again. Lets make this skill, better. One of the only skills I probably have. Should be fun.