Mallie Groye:
This is the first day i've been waiting for, what i've been training for. The scoring. I'm determined to get a twelve. I sit next to Frete, my district partner, outside the training centre. My place my hands in my lap, rubbing them together nervously. But I won't stuff this opportunity up. I won't let let myself. This is why I volunteered. To feel the thrill. I can't wait to get into the arena! Trinet will pay for what he said. He'll be first to go.
"Mallie Groye!" A peacekeeper shouts from the door entrance. I scamper to my feet and walk towards the door. As I walk through, the first thing I spot is the gamemaker team sitting there to evaluate my scoring. The atmosphere is just so...intense. This is my moment.
I've decided to go towards showing them my climbing, spearing, and using a bow and arrow, just like my training for the last couple of days. The floor creaks beneath my feet and it echoes throughout the centre. I run my fingers through the tangled wire net, and I place my left foot firmly and start climbing. My foot gets stuck and I flip, but I manage to keep going. I make my way to the top easily, and I jump down. As I hit the ground, the sound goes through the room. I look up at the judges, and they nod at eachother. I smile to myself. Yes!
"That went well." I say, not directing it at anyone. I jog rapidly to the spearing station. I carefully choose a spear. A iron one. Heavy, but the heavier the harder but the more accurate your throws become. The bronze iron spear slips into my fingers, and in a matter of time, I make three perfect shots at a target. "I'd like to see the other tributes beat that!" I say. All is going well. Then I manage to make my way to the bow and arrows station. This isn't my best. I hesitate. But I convince myself to do it anyway. I then quickly pull the arrow back to my ear, aim, and fire. It misses completely, and I look back at the gamemakers. Laughter fills the room completely. My heart sinks. I shouldn't have gone for it. I was so sure I was ready...
"You are dismissed!" Quasalia Moon says between giggles.
"Thanks." I reply with my teeth clenched together. But I'll do better when it's time. Time to go into the arena. That will be my time to shine. I will win this game. Even if it hurts. But that's how the games go. I will make my district proud and put my name in the victors book. I will win.
This is the actual moment. The announcing of the scores, and mine will be announced first. My eyes lock to the screen. Weater, my mentor, sits huskily next to me, just as anxious as I am. I can tell i'm his favourite. He even told me he wants me to win. Suspense fills the air.
"Hello! Hello! This is what you've been waiting for!" The person onscreen greets excitedly. "The scores! Each tribute has been examined, and over this, they have been given a score out of twelve. To say, there has been a few twelves before, so lets see what we have this year!" My profile picture comes up onto the screen, and a number flashes beneath. A female robotic voice on the program says, "Mallie Groye. Score eleven." Everyone in the room claps, but Weater makes everyone quiet again. "Shhh!" The robotic voice comes back. "Frete Deras. Score ten." I just smirk. Yes. I beat him.
"Too bad. I would have though you'd do worse than that." I say to Frete. His blue eyes narrow at me. He turns his head to the side to face me properly, and his black hair follows.
"Your lucky your one of us, Mallie. Otherwise, I'd kill you first. Too bad we need you." He replies in a dark voice.
"Hmph. You just admitted into needing me in the group." I smirk. Got you.
"Uhhh...whatever! When the alliance is broken, what out." He says evilly.
"Fine." I turn to the screen once again to observe the other scores. Only a few stood out to me. Poaler, he got a ten. But he was a complete hopeless case. He tried basically everything. I smile at the memory. Now that was funny. Heart obtained a eleven. And she's from ten! Reat and Tear, the other careers, they both got elevens. Like me. All the others, well, they're dead. But Emere, she needs to go. Even if she only got an eight. But Trinet will go frist of all. They will both pay for what they've done. "That was all!" the news reporter concludes. "One last thing. The average estimate of the scores was an eight. I laugh. These games will be a piece of cake. And I thought I had huge competition.
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