Chapter 7 Baby! Gah, I've been waiting for this. For like, I don't know but people, celebrate in front of your computer or iPods because we've got 2, 082 views! HALLELUJAH! Haha, I'm a little excited right now. Plus, for all of you who are confused that the story said, "fully updated" it really was an error in the first chapter and I had to delete the whole story because it wouldn't let me edit it. (Stupid right?) So, no, this story isn't done! There will be Catoniss Action my friends! ;D
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No anchor to the ground.
And her head's in the clouds.
She knows she was made for this land.
By the diligence of visionary hands.
Holly Ann, "Empire."
Immediately, I'm woken up by the sound of crashing plates. Dang Haymitch, I think to myself. What has he been drinking?
Making my way out of bed, I hear heels and know Effie has come to stand outside my door and start her raid of, "a big, big, big day!" I feel Haymitch's pain.
Securing my mockingjay pin to my tribute uniform, I slide out the door effortlessly. Haymitch, Peeta, Cinna, and Effie sit at the table, talking about the tasks for Peeta and I. Cinna notices me first.
"Katniss, good morning!" he welcomes. "We were just talking about you, go on and sit down." I sit right next to Haymitch and he turns to me.
"Sweetheart, today is the final training scores. Show them what you got, okay? These scores could mean life or death really."
It's true; they do mean life or death.
If I get a low score, I most likely won't get sponsors. If I get a high score, I'll get sponsors and maybe a target on my forehead. I mean, a District 12 tribute getting a high score? It's almost unheard of. Until now, as time flies by and Haymitch escorts us down to the training center's official personal training room. Currently, the district 2 female, Clove, is going and will last for another seven minutes.
Looking over, I see Cato staring at me. I cock my head, eyes wide after noticing him staring at me yet again, even though I could feel his eyes on me the whole time I was walking in the room.
Surprisingly, he's the one to break our staring spell, which I guessed must've gone for seven minutes because Cato stands to enter the room.
Before walking in the door, he winks at me and grins, then walks inside.
I'm left astounded as the tributes come and go one by one.
* One hour later *
After Thresh from District 11 comes out, it's finally my turn. Okay Katniss. Don't screw this up. This is life and death, I say in my head. My only task it to get my hands on a bow.
But right as I stand up, Peeta grips my wrist and smiles.
"Shoot straight. You'll do great," he acknowledges.
Instead of replying, I smile and walk confidently in the room.
Private training rooms, I realize, look exactly like the training room except smaller and a balcony which the Gamemakers lounge and watch. Seeing my strength resting on the right side of me, I head to the bows and pick up a silver metal one. The arrows are sharp and lethal looking. Hopefully they'll be the same in the arena. I remember one year they had fake weapons and all of the tributes ended up dying from hand.
Loading the bow and pulling back the string, I aim the center of the arrow to the heart of the dummy. Slowing down my breathing, focusing on only the target given, I release the arrow and…
I miss. I miss the dang target. Stupid! Katniss, how could you do that? I can hear laughter erupt from a few Gamemakers behind me and my rage gets the best of me. Stupid bow.
Loading another arrow, I aim it at the heart again and it hits bull's-eye. Success.
Grinning triumphantly, I turn around to find that…
No one was watching! Seneca makes a big announcement over a roasted pig, in which no one knows who ordered it. That's when the target clicks in my head.
The stupid apple in the pig's fat mouth.
I smile, loading a third arrow and hope no one is blocking my target. Releasing the arrow, I watch as it hits the apple and sends it against the wall. A few screams erupt from the room and Seneca turns his head and stares at me in shock. I bow, adding to the effect.
"Thank you for your consideration," I blatantly say, then walk out and exit.
In a whirlwind, everything settles and leaves a horrible after taste. What the heck was that? Katniss, are you trying to get yourself killed?!
We'll see how Haymitch reacts to this. Great.
"You what?" Effie shrieked. "Katniss, you will definitely not earn sponsors after doing that! Your foul actions reflect badly on all of us!" It goes on until Haymitch walks in the room with thumbs up and smiles.
"Good job sweetheart." He plops down next to me and grins.
"Haymitch! This isn't a rewarding thing! Katniss, don't you realize how this'll ruin our-" Haymitch cuts her off.
"Ruin what, Effie? What will it do to us? Certainly nothing. And her? They've given enough punishment as it is just by being in the Games. So loosen your corset, sit back, and breathe."
Her face goes emotionless, checks her schedule and sits down.
"It's starting," she hisses. Geez, Haymitch was right. She needs to calm down.
The District 1 girl gets an 8 and the District 1 boy gets a 9; Clove and Cato both get 10; the District 5 girl gets an 8; Thresh scores a 9; even little Rue gets a 7. Peeta's name comes on the screens and Caesar reads out, "eight." Effie smiles and compliments him, as does everyone else.
Now, the moment of truth… my score. What if it's a 1? What if I get no sponsors and I'll lose the Games?
My score was a 1 but it was followed by yet another 1. I got an eleven?
Everyone shouts out, congratulating me and smiling. Even Effie squeals out.
But if I got an eleven, what will the other tributes think? Again, Katniss you're stupid.
A big red target was hung on your back by the Gamemakers and the Careers won't take this lightly.
Unless I get out of there immediately, I might die first in the bloodbath.
Hey! I hoped you like this chapter :3 There was mild Catoniss action and I hope it was good enough for building romance. Now, I want you to click that review button and share your thoughts! And don't forget that implied bonus, just message me…. ;D
