Hey, I know I have to update at some point. I do have a habit of not working on this and reading fan fiction. (Yes, even if I'm a click away to this story.) But, don't get upset. I have bean thinking about this.
I'm a line break.
I was lucky last night. I had no nightmares that woke people up, at lest as far as Peeta knows. Breakfast was as plain as I wanted. I was just having my hot-coco wean Peeta walked in to the dining room.
"Hey, have you bean felling ok?" Peeta asks. I fell like, I don't know. I fell like I could die for Peeta, witch is strong likening.
"Yea. I guess beater than arriving hear. Less, I don't know, power." I say weakly. I can tell Peeta knows my reply was weak, but he does not say a thing. Then the rest of the District 12 team, till the arena.
"Today is a big, big, big day!" Effie said as she walked in.
"So we need to review our plans. Addison, I know you can do medical, as well as medical plants. Don't go to the first aid at lest. If you do need to learn, learn advanced." Haymich states. Effie, how at the moment is having an omelet does not make any small talk. I have notice this habit around me. If I am learning, or doing something, Effie does not disturb me.
"You mean like basic survival surgery. I know how to do that." Addison remarks back. Always rely on Addison, or Add in my case, to make a remark.
"Ok, so Peeta, don't go to weight toughing. At lest don't show how much you can trough." Haymich starts for Peeta. "And Madison, I rely don't know on you. But I do know that you are handy with a knife." Haymithch states. I can see Cinna is surprise, but is quite about his reaction.
"Not really. But I can hunt." I say proudly. I have split an arrow before. Once, but I did split an arrow before anyway. "With a bow and arrows." I add wean I realize I did not specify with what item. Which I can do many other ways. Archery is my strong point.
"And your skill at archery?" Ask Haymich.
I have to think about this. I have put food on the table at lest for four years. Maybe more due to my early learning after finding out the skill I had with my footfall. With up to 12 people due to our harsh life's, that is no small task. I am the best in 12, but how do I measure up hear? I can't say I can split arrows, I have only once or twice now I think about it. I know traps and snares, but Gale's are often better. I just let him, to Addison's train of thought. "I'm all right," I say. Addison glance at me, knowledge of me being beater in her eyes.
"She's excellent," says Peeta. "My father buys her hunts. He always comments on how the arrows never pierce the body. Always a hit in the eye. It's the same for the rabbits she sells to the butcher. She can bring down dear."
"And, she can even split arrows. That is not beginner's luck at work, pure talent." Addison comments. I have to find out this game Peeta plays. "What are you two doing?" I ask them suspiciously. Addison tolled Cinna about the sowing I have done. Effie saw the dress I sewed for the reaping herself. Once Effie fond out, she was socked about all the tiny pattern.
(Trying to help you. Mad, you can be so despite sometimes.) Addison tells me. A cold hand tells me just to cry, but training stops me.
"What are you doing? if he's going to help you, he has to know what you can do. Don't underestimate yourself." Peeta replies. This gets my buttons pushed.
"You can wrestle. That counts for something. I've seen people get killed in had-to-hand combat, with a knife is beater." I say to Peeta.
"I don't have a chance. You can live off in a tree," Peeta starts. Little dose he know, I have lived in a tree just about a week or more of my life. I love to climb, so that helps. "You know what my mother said to me when she said good-buy? She said that District 12 will finally have a winner. Then I realized that, she meant you!" Peeta burst out. Everyone looks socked. Little did they know, I was paining on not coming home.
Was Peeta's mom rate me, us, over her own son? I see the pain and sadness in Peeta's eyes and know he is not lying.
Suddenly, I'm behind the bakery and I fell the same hollowness. The rain does nothing to help me. I sound weak, eleven again wean I say something. "But only because I had help. And that was small to me, just to turn around and know that I would have to help others. But, I'm used to that." I comeback.
I see Peeta eyes, and can tell he remembers as well. "People will help you both in the arena. They'll be running over there own tow feet to sponsor you both."
"No, they won't. I can't get people to like me. Most say that I'm dark, sarcastic, and cold. Not so much sponsoring material in me." I say.
"She has no idea. The effect she can have," Peeta tells Haymich. Portia, at lest I think that's her name, looks at me. I can tell the stylist's eyes are studying me. Cinna looks towards Haymich. Effie nods to Portia, and Addison to Peeta. What am I missing hear? I can't be the people person as Addison can't make a hard wall of felling's like I can. Do they think I'm week and needy? People are kind, but that is from the trades and the long bound with Jason.
"There is a chance that there will not be a bow. But show the Gamemakers what you can do. Till then stay away from archery. Are you any good at trapping?" Haymich lectures on.
"I know the basics. I could get away with it if needed." I say. Gale knows I trough him the saris. He was the one that did the saris first, and should be the 'better' one. I could survive with saris.
"Good, that might help. I want you three by each other's side at all times. This is not open for ideas Madison." Haymich states.
And so the training begins.
I'm a line break.
So, I will find out how to do a poll on hear. I will keep posting till I do have at lest 5 votes. I will only go till 5, for I'm sure that I end up giving gust views to work on this. Please, I do want who ever's thoughts on this.
