Enobaria and Brutus stared at us intensely, Looking for strengths and weaknesses probably. They quizzed us on what we trained for in the Training Centre. But Maz's list is so long that my mind wanders elsewhere. I wonder if Clove will miss me?. What will happen if I die?. Could I win? No, I could never win, not whilst Max is in the games, and whoever is in District 1. Max nudged me, indicating that it was my focused on me, letting me get a glimpse of her pointed teeth, Hundreds of questions raced in my brain but i quickly swept them away to the back of my mind.
"So, Fern, did you ever train?" Enobaria asked sounding slightly bored.
"Yes, I am fairly good at throwing knives" Brutus stood up and grabbed a fluffy, creamy thing and smashed it into the far wall, Enobaria handed me some throwing knives, grinning in her smug, sadistic way.
"Let's see what, fairly good is, huh" The cold metal is sleek and beautiful, I wouldn't want to ruin these obviously new and expensive knives, but i put myself into her shoes. I am a small, slightly bony, fourteen year old, and she wants me to win, they need evidence that I am not just being arrogant but that i am actually good at throwing knives. I focused on the white blob on the wall and I threw. I opened my eyes to see a surprised Max, A defeated Enobaria and a Brutus who tried to get the knife out of the wall. I had got a bullseye! I give myself a little brain high-five, I am good at throwing knives but no-one can get it on point every time!
"You two better get some rest, you will meet your stylists tomorrow and we will talk more about survival and how to win or at least get to the top five, we will be proud of you if you get into the top five" Max and I walked out of the cart we were just in and walked into our bedroom carts. I thought that the Hall in district 2 was fancy but that is a pile of dirt compared to this bedroom alone. Velvet beds, Polar bear skin rugs, Huge glass Windows, a wardrobe full of red clothing (Our district colour) and...and, I could go on forever. But a huge wave of disgust covered me. How could the Capitol have food at their fingertips and rooms like this and just watch the Districts die of hunger, or get reaped into the Games then fight to the death.
I hated the Capitol now.