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Chapter 7 - Learning new things.

Walking, just walking. Here I am walking for miles. My destination: unknown. The sun is making me feel like im in a really hot oven. My skin is feeling like its being roasted. I try to move my mouth, to moisten by tounge and my mouth. Bad luck, all I can feel is dry skin. My lips then cracking from the lack of moisture. Falling down from dehydration, I start trying to crawl up the mountain of sand. Loosing my grip, I nearly slip and fall. Then I smell what I am looking for.. Salt. Normally in deserts there wouldnt be salt, but salt means water. A spring or a pond. Exactly what I'm looking for. I almost get up and jump for joy, but I dont want to fall. So I get up and I start running. There, it is. The spring! I quickly run ti it and I gulp up as much water as I can. Then I feel something pierce my shoulder. All I can feel is the agony in my arm. I look at my shoulder and see the tip of a spear coming out. Blood is everywhere, drenching my clothes. I turn around only to see Harry grinning, his teeth bloody and his hand about to send a knife into my neck. As soon as the blade enters my skin, I feel like im on fire.

"Wake up for training!" Triston says, leaving my room with a thud of the sliding door. I wake up, supressing a very needed scream.

I put my normal clothes on, along with my pin that was somehow lying on the foot of y bed. Like normal, I head to the dining room to eat some breakfest. I choose to eat some rice bubbles and then I head off with Justin for training.

Once we are there, he sits me down on a sofa and we start to talk.

"So what are we doing today?" I ask him

"Training and then we need to take you to do a photo shoot." He says.

"A photo shoot, why?" I ask him.

"Because, you know how in the arena peoples photos are displayed when they die? Or when someone wins, their photo is displayed on the stage with the word VICTOR under it?" He says.

"Yeah?"

"Thats why." He says

"Please dont tell me the stylists will be clothing me with makeup for this?" I say.

"Only the makeup part, they let the tributes choose the clothes as a death wish sort of thing."

"Oh great." I say sarcastically

"It isnt so bad actually. Your stylist in y year kept fighting with them on wether or wether not to put cat whiskers on me." He said, grinning.

"I guess choosing is better than cat whiskers." I say

"Anyways, lets start training." He says.

We both get up, he then grabs off the wall what seems to be the grip of a knife, without the blade itself.

"We will be practicing close combat today, okay?" He says.

"Okay."

"How this will work is, I will be pretending to fight you with a knife. Whereas you, have nothing. Everytime we tap one another, I will tell you to stop and I will tell you how much harm I, or you have done. Got it?" He asks.

"I think so." I say.. Half unknowing.

"Okay great lets start."

We then walk to opposite ends of the room, then we run at eachother. Triston then quickly tapping the grip at my head. We both stop.

"Youd be dead. Comeon Will, I'm like thirty and you should be faster than me." He says.

This time, we do the same thing, this time he gets me in the hip. We end up doing this another twenty times. Each one he won. Each time, rage filling me.

"Come on Will, I'm not trying." He says, smirking. A smartass look on his face. A memory quickly registers in my head of Harry talking about District 6. I then quickly lose my mind. Anger cometely overriding my senses.

"Comeon, one more time." He says, the look still being on his face.

This time, unlike the rest I have my anger on my side. Fuelled by determination and rage I run at him. He runs at me too. Before he has time to even move the grip of the knife I send my fist at his jaw. Unexpecting this, he falls to the ground, hitting his head on the wooden floors.

"That was actually really good." He says, spitting blood out of his mouth.

Over and over, I use my rage to fuel my body. Over and over, he is the one getting hit. After another ten times, we stop and he decides to try me with archery.

"Okay, a better way to hold a bow is this." He says, repositioning me.

I pretty much hit every single target except for a few straight in the middle. I look back at Justin. I see a widespread grin straight across his face.

"This year, we may actually have a chance of winning." He says when I hit another target in the middle.

Around 7PM he stops me. He guides me into my bedroom where my stylist and prep team is waiting. Tigris obviously not caring much about my appearwnce walks out of the room whilst the prep team washes out the hair dye from last night. They apply makeup all around my face and before I know it, they tell me they are done.

"Do you think you look okay?" Forn said, with a nice tone in his voice. Infront of me he was holding up a mirror.

"You guys have done a great job!" I tell the prep team, mainly looking at Forn.

The thing is, everybody except Forn seems to be a stuck up Capitol brat that woukd rather care about keeping up with the fashion then helping their tribute stay alive. Best of all, Forn actually seems sincere. A trait most of the Capitol people I have met are missing.

The other two people them suddenly whisper into Forn's ears. He nods, they smile and then they run out. As if knowing what I was about to ask, Forn tells me.

"They left for a fashion premiere."

"Oh."

"Don't you think its rude?" He asks me

Without protest, I nod my head.

"They were trying not to be rude by not telling you, but I guess thatd even more rude." He says

"Hey Forn.. I've got a question." I say

"What is it?" He says

"I've got no idea about fashion.. Can you help me choose my clothes for the photo shoot."

Nodding his head with approval whilst smiling he guides me over towards a few stands of clothes that have been setup. He picks out blue jeans, a black t shirt with two sleeves per arm, the lower ones being brown. He gives me a black jacket with the symbol of district 6 on it.

"You look stunning." He says, once I put all my clothes on.

He then guides me through to the training centres roof, where they are taking he photos. I see them just as they take a photo of Trinity. Her blonde hair pretty much sparkling down to her white dress. I smiled as she passed me on her way back inside. She smiled back at me, her smile full of encouragement.

Forn then guides me on where to stand on the set. I smile and to my surprise, Tigris starts flashing the camera. When she says im done and im ready to go back inside, when I pass her she quietly whispers to me.

"Its rude that the other two thought they had better things to do.. You really do look stunning."

I then get guided back down to the 6th floor where I wash off the now hardening makeup. I then eat dinner with some ice cream cake for dessert and then I goto my bedroom. Putting on my boxers once again I fall down on my bed. Needing the sleep for the days to come.

Thanks to Jack1997 for the really nice review! But no, I dont have any plans to become a author anytime soon. Sorry for the long awaited update, I've been working on this chapter throughout the week and because ive been sick I havent been able to update much. So I'm sory about that. Also, no spoilers but the games will begin within the next five chapters. Also I like p!nk's song, Run. For some weird reason it reminds me of Rue from the hunger games. Especially the little girl singing part. Anyways as normal please R+R F+F and even a PM woukd be nice!

So till next time, cya!