I stepped off the train and followed Selina. Before I knew it, we were in the training building. I walked to the elevator and looked back at Selina.
"Floor Four right?" I asked. Selina nodded as I stepped into the elevator, ignoring Damien. He dashed after me and hopped in just as the door was closing.
"Hi again," he said with a grin.
"Listen, tonight after dinner, do you want to go over what we're learning tomorrow? I mean we only have an hour, we need to make it the best it can be," I said uneasily.
"Sure!" Damien beamed.
That night I had delicious roast beef, potatoes, string beans, and some odd (but great tasting) pink drink. I was in my room, all ready for Damien. I looked at my fancy Capitol clock. 8:30. Ok…a little late that's fine. 8:40. Where is he? 8:50. Ugh! He was supposed to be here half an hour ago. I got up and left my room angrily. I knocked on Damien's door.
"Damien!" I hissed as I banged on the door for the fifth time. The door swung open with a big "whoosh."
"Yes?" Damien said with an easy tone in his voice.
"You were supposed to talk with me about strategies!" I screeched at him. I have a pretty bad temper; I can tell you right now that it will be a bad thing for the arena. I talk too much as well; I probably will talk so much that I'll get myself killed. Then again, my clumsiness might kill me too. I'm a Career with many flaws.
"Um, I thought we were doing it in my room," (A/N: That's what she said?) he said. I looked at him with narrowed eyes.
"Fine! Well, now that I'm here, we might as well start," I growled.
"Okay," Damien said walking over to his bed, he pat the bed,
"Take a seat," he beamed.
"I think we should start out with fire building," I announced as I sat down on the bed.
"Okay, and after that edible plants and some weapons, I'm good with knives and spears, so I'll work on bows and arrows, swords, and tridents," Damien decided and I nodded.
"I'm good with tridents and bows and arrows, so I'll do knives, spears, and swords," I said firmly. I thought it over in my head; we had 5 stations that we were doing. Five into sixty….12 minutes a station.
"We'll have 12 minutes for each station if we want to get everything done in an hour," I said. He nodded and leaned towards me.
"We have two days, not counting today, before we're sent to our death," Damien whispered. I nodded unhappily understanding the truth of his words.
"Interview night, then the arena," I murmured. Damien leaned in towards me. I pushed him away, I couldn't.
"Please," he said with pleading eyes. I shook my head and left the room.
Ever since the Games restarted, they got rid of the chariots, I didn't know why, but I guess it's ok with me. That's what tributes usually do on their first night, from what I know. I always pictured what my outfit would look like, but there was no point nowadays. It would have been a wave shaped dress that was turquoise, a headband that had starfish and seaweed in it. The shoes were perfect high heeled sandals with tons of glitter.
I snapped out of my thoughts about a non-existing dress and started to think about the people I had to live for.
"Luke," I choked out, tears trailed down my face. My mind's eye began to form the image of Luke's face. The blonde hair that always hung in his eyes, his blue-green eyes that seemed to pierce my soul. God, I loved him so much.
"Luke!" I whined again as I stuffed my face into a pillow. I couldn't think about Layla now, no that would make me die. For the rest of night, I shed tears, thinking of my sister and my true love.
"Eliz?" someone whispered from outside.
"Go away!" I screeched as I threw a lamp towards the door. Man, my temper just gets worse every day.
"It's me, Damien!" the voice yelled back.
"Don't come in," I said as I pushed my face even deeper into the pillow.
"Crying won't make the pain go away. I know from experience," Damien shouted as he walked away. The tears continued to fall from my eyes. Soon, I ran out of water from my eyes, I shut my eyes unhappily and let sleep come. I needed to sleep if I was going to train tomorrow.
A/N: I'm so shocked that people are actually reading this! BTW, Crane's Shadow, I started to write this story and publish it on my friend's account b4 I had an account, then I submitted Elizabeth to your story, but I kept writing this. This should in no way affect your story, because I honestly like yours better! I won't be updating this story too often because of my SYOT and constant one shots that are happening. Also, my tenses have been really screwed up recently so don't remind me that I used past tense in the same sentence as present tense!
-Liz