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Chapter 4: The Introductions

I get up and get dressed. I go and eat breakfast although I can't really eat since the butterflies in my stomach are more like bullets, about to pierce through my skin. I can't take it much longer. I need to get this over with. The introductions are to happen later today.

"Do you want to train together?" Katniss asks. Today I have one session with Effie, how to walk and useless stuff like that and one with Katniss, training and useful stuff.

"Blake? I'm not showing off my best move, the other stuff you know about."

"We can train separately today. I want a bit of my own time with Katniss since I have a lot to learn and you'll probably get bored with me around, waiting for me to learn how to throw a knife three feet away from where I'm standing," Blake replies. He can't throw a knife? Even I can do that! Nobody knows that I have some kind of phobia of heights, though, that's the main thing I need to practice with Katniss.

"That's fine. I'll start with Effie to get the bor stuff out of the way," I say in such an evil tone, while glaring at her, that she grabs the bread knife from the table and looks like she's going to throw it at me. "You'll get in trouble if you kill a tribute now." Instead she puts the knife back and does something I never imagined her doing to anyone. She spits at me. It's kind of funny, the spit lands in her juice instead. She growls at me, showing her white pearly teeth, which didn't at all look menacing. I snicker.

"Well you two get along just fine, how about you get started with walking," Katniss says sarcastically.

I'm pissed. I hate Effie so much! She's going to torture me all through training. I know how to do all that crap anyway.

"Honey, that's not how you walk. This is how you do it," my mother would say. She would show me, in her high heels with the green gems around the edge. She would walk with great posture with her back straight, head high and a big smile. I'd try but just start laughing. Jess was just 3 learning how to walk. She was already better than me, but I persisted. I finally learned and always had to walk like that, even with high heels on .I walked like someone who is trying to prove to a certain someone they can outsmart them. I would act like I'm trying to outsmart the capitol. I decided then I would make a difference in District 12, by volunteering when I would have my first chance even if it doesn't change anything with the capitol.

Now I was thinking of my plan when Effie interrupts my thoughts. "Hurry up, slouch. You need all the time you can get." I'm about to strangle her, but instead I stuff a whole piece of bread in my mouth and start chewing with my mouth open. She looks so disgusted and I can't help but laugh. Then something hits me, guilt. It must have taken someone in District 11 forever to make it and then I don't even enjoy it nor need it to fill my hunger.

I decide to follow Effie into the room where my torturous training would begin. No one could doubt our animosity towards each other. Inside the room were a long red carpet, mirrors, dozens of shoes, and my outfit. It's so pretty, blue gems.

"Well show me your skills, and if you step out of line I won't teach you and you'll be stuck at the introductions, not that you'll get any sponsors anyway."

This is my time to definitely cheese her off with how graceful I am, not just with flips and hand-stands. Head high, back straight, shoulders up and I'm ready. I start walking down the carpet. Effie just opens her mouth with how graceful I am. Being a gymnast you become that too.

"Impressive, but I doubt you've ever tried it with high heels." She grins thinking she got me. She hasn't yet, though. I put on the blue high heels I'll be wearing. I walk just as well and she looks infuriated. Ha-ha! But now it's time for things I won't do as well on. She shows me that I have to wave while walking. I trip because that totally throws off my balance. Effie starts snickering. I swiftly get up and continue, with a smile, letting Effie know she hasn't gotten to me yet.

"Excellent, even for a low-life slob like you, you're so small that you have no problems anyway." Know I have to practice speech since I've finished early. This is my low point unless I'm in front of the actual crowds.

"Time for speech, sound happy." What a hypocrite, she sounds anything from happy. She makes me laugh!

"Hello people of the Capitol, I just can't wait to participate in the Hunger Games! It's going to literally be a once in a life time experience!" I say sarcastically. I'm usually good in front of crowds, but I can't practice before-hand. It's definitely not the same, in front of a mirror or millions of people and millions of cameras.

"Yay! You only have a few minutes after that half-hour of useless work. We'll be able to work on that later unfortunately."

I wonder why I haven't put on my dress yet; I guess I'd have to take it off for training. Yeah! It's almost time for training!

It's time for lunch now. I see Blake, his face red. Anger-management problems…are not going to help him. Someone will start mocking him and he'll run to them, trying to push them, BAM! That's when he gets a knife in his heart. I'm scared for him.

As I walk in Avoxs are there, holding dishes with lids over them, and place one at each seat. I thank them, and take off the lid. Roast pig. I don't want to eat it, I never cook meat at home, it's too expensive and besides, I feel bad for the animals. They've been alive and humans are definitely not superior to them. We don't have the authority to kill them but we think we do. Pisses me off when people can't think of a reason why they stuff their faces with meat besides it tastes good.

I decide to eat a bit anyway, and a piece of bread. I ask one of the Avoxs to bring me a glass of milk. Ahh, its warm goat milk, my favorite. We have this at home; we have some chickens and goats. Jess loves animals and she's the reason I don't cook much meat anymore. She has a special bond with each of the animals we own. She cares for them, which is her special job. She never fails to take care of them; they take care of her too.

I eat exactly one bone of the pork, one piece of bread, glass of milk and I'm full. I already had a lot to eat this morning. After lunch I follow Katniss to the work room.

"So you have problems with heights?" Katniss asks.

"Yeah," I reply looking at the ground.

"We can practice by climbing fake trees. How high can you get off the ground?"

"I don't know, maybe two meters," I guess.

"OK, prove it."

We walk over to a tall tree. It looks real enough; it's tall, about 20 meters. I'll never be able to get that high. I grab a branch and pull my feet up. I stand up straight, and reach for the next limb. I don't look down; only feel positive I'll get to the top. Yeah, right! My left foot is dangling in the air and I don't see a branch where I can set it down on. I move my right foot over to make room for my left foot. I didn't slip. Phew.

I look down accidentally; I'm about four meters away from the ground. I scream and am about to fall but get a hold of myself and keep my fingers tight around the branch. My knuckles are turning white. I take a few deep breaths and continue.

Something hits me, a branch. Surprise, surprise, a branch hitting your head in a tree! It was enough of a shock to me that I let go and start falling.

"AHHH!" is all I can scream. My stomach hits the bottom branch and I miss the point where I can grab on and hit the ground, my back is throbbing with pain.

"Ginger, are-" Katniss is cut off. I black out.

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Next thing I know I'm waking up, I feel woozy and there a lot of doctors in the room.

"What's going on?" I ask.

"You were unconscious," a familiar voice said but I couldn't place it. Oh, wow I'm stupid, it's Lyla.

"Oh, stupid heights," I mutter.

"Don't worry, you'll be fine, we'll practice later," Katniss tells me, "But now we have to get you ready for the introductions. She hoists me to the ground and leads me to the dressing room.

Lyla and the prep team are standing there, wait wasn't Lyla over there? I'm so dizzy that I can't think straight. They take off my clothes and wash me. Then they dress me in the blue dress, I love it! The blue gems sparkle. They have to spray the stuff in my hair, eww! I wonder how Blake is handling it…

I walk out of the room and there is Blake, standing there in his cute outfit! His hair is blue, but it looks like he's trying to rub it off; it's probably stuff that is permanent for a day. Even with blue hair he still looks cute. His face is a tomato red, probably from all of his anger. He's so weird…

Lyla, Cinna, and Katniss walk us out to where the carriage will come and take us the audience. The audience who is waiting to clap at our beauty! AHH! I'll be out there in front of millions of people and even though I don't have to say anything it's not going to be a fun feeling. If I trip or something I'll be caught on camera, the most humiliating thing I could ever do! I'm scared!

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