Let It Fly

Traning

(Willows POV)
I slick my hair back into a ponytail, then I put on the training uniform, I tie down my shoes. I then begin to walk down the hall to Rye's room. I knock gently at his door.
"Rye?"
No answer.
"Rye?"
Still no answer, he must be already down there. Maybe he's with dad or mom. I walk down to the training center, pacing every step with my thoughts. Violet told me to make allies, she also said to watch my back because your ally could be your biggest threat. I know I can trust Rye for sure, but I'm not sure if I can trust any of these new tributes.
When I get to the training center, I slip my keycard into the door, magically it opens. I walk slowly and consciously, watching each tribute carefully. I notice right away who the careers are there are two girls laughing together, one has ginger hair with hazel eyes, the other has black wavy hair with blue eyes. They both are two times the size of me. There's a boy by himself walking around he has blonde curly hair, he's also tall and looks really well built. I'm not sure where the other career is.
I walk over to the other side of the training center and notice some people are looking at me. I quickly rush over to a random station, noticing I'm at the fire making station, there's a boy his shirt reads the number 6 on it. I walk over and watch as he attempts to make fire, mom used to teach us in the woods how to make a fire so I know what he's doing wrong.
"You need to move your hands faster."
He turns to look at me, he has light brown hair that is whooshed up, he also has brown eyes, he looks strong, not too strong but enough to do some damage. He bites his lower lip, looking puzzled which makes him look oddly handsome.
"Your district 12 victories kid, right?"
"Uh...yeah," I say.
He holds out his hand with the stick in it, he nods at it queuing me to grab it, so I do.
"Teach me. Back in district 6, we don't do much of that."
I sit down next to the fire and begin to try to make fire.
"Any special skills," I ask.
He giggles a little.
"A war hammer, what about you?"
He would be good with a hammer I imagine him whacking nails into the train tracks at 6.
"I'm fast, good at climbing."
His lips turn into a smile and he tilts his head a little.
"Tristen."
I smile back.
"Willow."
I look down to see a spark starting, Tristen adds things to it to help it stay while I blow lightly at it. The spark turns to flames.
"Nice job!" Tristen cheers.
"Thanks, all you needed was some speed and some patients," I say.
"I guess so" he smiles.
The question lays on my tongue but finally falls off.
"So how old are you?"
"16.."
He bites his lower lip then says...
"How about you?"
"15" I smile.
I notice from the side of my eye Rye's here, he's at a different station tho.
"I'm sorry but I have to go" I blurt.
"Oh okay well bye Willow" he smiles.
I stand up and walk over to where Rye is. I pull him into a hug, he looks a little thrown back but hugs me back.
"What's wrong?"
"I didn't know where you were," I say.
"I'm sorry I was with Violet," he says.
"Oh..."
"Hey, wanna try this?" Rye points to a bow and arrow station.
"Okay, I'm not that good tho" I shrug.
"It's okay let's go," he says while pushing me towards the station. As we walk I notice people looking at us with death stares, I'm not used to this. We try the bow and arrow station for a bit, I hit a few targets, not a full-on bull's-eye. But Rye he gets them pretty close and makes most, until he looks to see the three careers staring at him, watching him, I bet they think he shoots like mom... Rye starts to miss them, he's doing it in purpose knowing he doesn't want to look more threatening then he already is.