The things that really scared me were the district 1 kids, especially the boy. They really stood out to me; unlike most others, I already knew their names. Spiral Saloa and Nissa Fisher. I nearly cried when I saw their scores, the boy got an 11 and the girl a 10. They were both amazing. I had seen them in training a few days before. The way Nissa had throw the throwing knife and chopped the head off a dummy with a handblade? I almost screamed "I'M DEAD" and committed suicide right then, right there.
Now, the boy was a different story. Only about 16 hours ago, he walked up to mean with the evil grin of a Career on his face. He had seen me while I tried hiding my archery shots. There was only one other person who was good at archery. Like, really good. I didn't know their nameā¦.even their district. Anyway, he had a spear with stuffing all over the tip in his hands, as if he were casually guarding himself. He started talking.
"Hey, 11," Spiral said darkly.
"Hello."
"Nice bow. My turn." He took it from my hands, and reflexively, I started pulling it back. After about a minute, everyone was watching. A drip of sweat dripped down my nose, making me want to sneeze. I held it back, but barely. This boy was strong, clearly was going to win it, but I had to try. I bit my lip and gave a heave back; the boy lost his footing slightly. I saw my chance and slipped my foot behind his ankle and sliding it back, taking his feet from under him. With a final gasp he fell onto his butt and the bow snapped. I swore, this bow was a nice one. Perfect for me. He stood angrily.
I stepped back defensivley, this was no time to panic. His spear was lying on the ground, he looked at it, cocking his head. "10 districts away, 11 minutes to live." Spiral tackled me ferociously and tried placing his hands around my neck. I quickly grabbed his hands and pushed back; then, two trainers came over and pulled him off of me. I blushed, flicked him off, and ran up to my room, everyone staring and Spiral, the rest of the Careers, and the 7 boy laughing at my weakness. I had cried in my room until I was called down for scoring time.
For now, I skipped dinner. I was not feeling it. I laid in my bed, staring up at the roof. It's clear, or at least I think it is. I see stars. I wish I knew constellations, but I don't. I roll over and shut my eyes for a good night's sleep. Well, not really 'good'. But fair enough.
And I woke up finding out I missed breakfast and something had gone wrong.
