The screams of the citizens fill me with confidence. I can do this. I can win, I think as they cheer for Adam and I. We wave to them, smiling and cheering with them.
A boy throws me a flower, and I catch it. It's a Chrysanthemum. I love Chrysanthemums. I look up to thank him, maybe blow him a kiss or something, but he's gone. I frown a little, and then I keep on waving, holding my Chrysanthemum.
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I place my Chrysanthemum in a vase and put it on the dresser in my room. It's a orange one, my favorite kind. It's like an orange-peel orange. And, surprisingly, it's my favorite color. Everyone thinks it's something dark like black or purple, because I always wear dark clothes. But it's really orange. I don't know why... I just love the shade. It reminds me of happiness, of hope.
I walk back to the dining room. We're supposed to have dinner, but I wanted to put my Chrysanthemum in water first. I sit down at the table, piling food onto my plate.
"So," Beetee says, getting out attention. "I need to know. What are you best at? Or with, I should say." He's looking at Adam first.
"A spear." Adam replies, stabbing his food.
Beetee looks at me. "Throwing knives." I tell him. He nods.
"When you get to training, don't show your strengths. Adam, try something else. No spears. Try a bow." Adam nods, and Beetee continues, "C, try a sword."
"But... But I'm horrible with swords!" I protest. I know we're not supposed to show strength, but I don't want to look weak.
"Exactly." Beetee says. "Try something different. I recommend trying those first, then move onto something else. Don't just stick to weapons. Try some of the survival stations too. Trust me, you'll need them later."
"Of course!" I reply, "Why wouldn't you try the stations?"
"Some tributes stick to weapons and skip them. A couple of them have won, but barely. Most of them don't make it." Beetee says, "So I'd check out those stations."
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No Regrets (a Hunger Games Fan Fiction)
FanfictionWhen Cynthia Jones volunteers in the place of her best friend for the 67th Annual Hunger Games, she doesn't have any regrets. But when she enters the arena, that all changes. She's forced to do things she may regret for the rest of her days.
