"Sophie Foster." Sophie walked in, the rack of weapons moved to the large Evaluations room, and Sophie was standing before a stage where the Gamekeepers and sponsors were feasting, President Snow conversing with them all.
"Um, Hello?" They ignored her.
"Indeed, and the muttations are simply astounding this year!"
Sophie sighed. They were going to do this the hard way. Sophie fluidly grabbed the bow, shooting off three arrows at the same time. They twisted through the people, one landing in each eye of a honey-roasted pig, and the third impaling the apple in its mouth.
The room fell silent and everyone turned to Sophie, with a quiver on her back. She did an exaggerated curtsy, throwing stars in her index fingers. Without breaking the stare, Sophie flourished.
"Thank you for your consideration." Sophie walked out, dropping the bow on the ground.
"12. Definitely."
"Aye, matches her District too."
She turned to see Keefe leaning against the wall outside and almost had a heart attack.
"Relax Foster, I already went." That wasn't why her emotions went haywire. "I just wanted to see the Mysterious Miss F in action! Snark looks good on you by the way." Sophie rolled her eyes, fiddling with her side braid.
"What if I just made a huge mistake? What if they give me a one! What if nobody spon-"
"Calm down." Keefe fanned the air for some strange reason, laughing. "I think you impressed them."
"I did?"
"You did. No doubt about it."
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FanfictionK.O.T.L.C. seventy-fourth annual Hunger Games. When Sophie Foster's younger sister Amy is picked for the hunger games, Sophie volunteers as tribute. With Dex, the shunned Son of the district twelve bakers, is picked along with her, Sophie learns of...
