1. Saturday
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Katniss Everdeen was a normal 16 year old high school student, unless you take into account that she's training to be an assassin. This is her story.
"Catnip! Get up, get up, you're going to be late for training!" My best friend Gale's sharp voice cut through my sleep. I opened my eyes to find him leaning over me, his dark hair falling into his eyes. He lightly poked my forehead and then leaned back, throwing my covers off as he went. Cold air stabbed my skin as Gale briskly walked over to the window and threw open the curtains, letting in a gorgeous sunrise. Glancing over at my clock, I saw that it was 5 in the morning, no wonder the sky was ablaze with the fresh light of a new day. "Get up Katniss! Your dad's going to be mad, and you don't want that. Hell, I don't want that, and I'm not the one that's going to get a beating in training today!" Gale looked at me, then threw up his hands in exasperation. He sighed and pulled on my hand, dragging me out of bed. He left me on the floor as he strode to the door of my room, calling to me as he went. "I'll meet you in the training center, 10 minutes and no later!" Then he was gone.
15 minutes later I was cursing Saturdays, running down the stairs, pulling my green tank top on over a light pink bra and running my hands through my wet hair. I sprinted into the training center to see Gale doing shooting exercises with my dad carefully watching his technique. Neither looked up when I entered, but that didn't mean I was off the hook. "Katniss, run laps." That was all he said to me, a sign that I would be running laps for quite some time as a punishment for being late…again. So I put my (still) wet hair up in a ponytail and started to run, keeping my eye on Gale as he shot. He was getting really good, almost better than I was! Shooting was my strong point, I could hit my target from across two football fields and kill someone from that distance with one bullet. Of course, I'd only killed two people, drug dealers, both of them. Dad didn't believe in teenage assassins out in the field. If Gale and I wanted to do this for a living like dad, we'd have to wait until we were 21. That was the agreed age for anyone dad trained. Gale was 18, only two years away from graduating dad's training. I was four years away, even though I'd been training for this my whole life. Anyway, the day went well after that, as well as it could with my being late and all. Dad made me climb the ropes and work on balance, and the second half of training he made me do gymnastics and nothing else. No shooting for me today, nope, that was my punishment. Gale on the other hand, he had his own kind of punishment. Dad was working him hard on the shooting, he wasn't as good as dad thought he should be at age 18. We finished training and hit the showers, it was 12 noon by the time Gale and I walked out of the training center. He stopped, looking at me intently. "What?" I asked him, Gale never looked at me like that. "I…I want to ask you something Katniss." He looked down at his shoes, and then back at me, peeking out from underneath his hair. "I was wondering, if you wanted to go to the school dance with me?"