A/n Sorry guy, I've been catching up on devious maids, its actually pretty good and… yea…
When we are released to I am loss of what to do, the other kids have already made home in their stations, I can see them conversing already. Several kids' line up at a station labeled the Gauntlet. The gauntlet is an intimidating obstacle course, it consists of ascending platforms, the tributes have to jump from platform to platform the quickest way possible, but to add a twist, several trainers swing padded clubs at them while they move. I jump in line, standing behind the girl from twelve. I wait quietly for my turn. The obstacle course allows two tributes a piece, so when I go I am placed with her. I jump quickly, dodging the patted clubs that smack at me. My time is thirty two seconds, the tall lanky girl finishes two seconds before me, and she is now heading to the snare station. I slowly watch her meet up with her partner, whispering to him softly. That's when I feel someone watching me as well. I turn to see the boy from four approaching me.
I want to run away, go join those tributes from twelve but I know it would come off as rude, and I wouldn't want anyone having a grudge against me. "Hi." He says in a crackling voice. I slowly wave, preparing to turn away. "My name is Matthew." He says, I stop myself, looking into his eyes, his face is covered in freckles, it's obvious he'd been working out in the sun allot. I can see some stains covering his arms from years of sun burned skin. I notice I've been staring at him to long. I fold my hands over my lap. "My name Is Rue." I address him. He nods slowly, parting his lips. "We'll, do you want to do the spear throwing with me?" He asks. I stare down, lowering my lashes until they brisk my cheeks. I can't find any words to say so I stand like this for a minute. I slowly force myself into shaking my head no. He looks surprised. "Oh… ok well find me if you change your mind." He smiles. I know I won't but I still say okay. I look over my shoulder to see that the tributes from twelve have long since disappeared around the corner. I sigh, turning on my heels.
The clashing of metal and padded weapons echoes across the gymnasium. I can hear low grunting as I walk across the room. I find a rope station, vacant of any trainers of tributes. I slowly move towards it placing my hand on the highest rung in my reach. The sound of yelling pulls me back. I look to see the two large career boys yelling at Matthew, the ginger locked boy from one snatches a spear from him pushing him away. A pair of trainers break them up, telling Matthew to move to another station. I begin to shoot up the robe courses, swinging out of view quickly. I watch the two Career boys laugh amongst one another. A tall bull shaped boy with the number two sewn into his shirt pick up a miniature machete. "Hey, everyone!" He says in a tone identified as past cockiness. "You see this knife? It's mine, don't touch it, no one." He barks in a hollow tone. I roll my eyes, pushing myself into the nimble Shafter's. I can get a better view of the whole arena from here. Thresh has spotted me in the glow of the fluorescent lights. I smirk placing my small finger over my lips. Thresh nods, laughing to himself. He's folding his arms and waiting for me to do something. I quickly tangle my foot into the netting of the obstacle course, using the elastic cord to propel myself towards the small table where the knife sits. I grab onto the handle just before I am bounce back on top of the netting. I quickly move, placing myself in the Shafter's. I hug the metal bars tightly, watching with excitement. The boy from two returns, I giggle as he begins to search for his knife. "Where's my knife." He starts out in a whine but progresses to a bark… He turns to the boy from six, who had been practicing throwing knifes. He beings to yell cursing a wind storm into existence, He yanks the boy up, challenging him. I smile wider as several trainers jump in, pushing the large boy away Attala, the head game maker shakes her heads. "You will have plenty of time for that in the Arena." I giggle, looking down at the other tributes. The girl from twelve and Thresh smirk at me. I giggle. Turning the knife in my hands. "Perhaps I do have some skills." I whisper to myself.
