Training Day 3
Nico Di' Angelo
I hate myself. On our first training day I met the boy from 12, Percy. And I couldn't get my eyes off him. I spent that entire day watching him. Yesterday, I spent the entire day trying to spark up a fire, and I got it at the last minute—only to realize I had been forgetting the obvious detail. This morning I tied a few knots, though I've always wondered what good that does in the Hunger Games. I'm at the trident station, throwing some tridents with Percy, who is asking for help every time I skewer a dummy and his trident barely goes into one.
I know this is soooooooo short, but I've decided to write much shorter chapters until the games.
