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The next day passes in a flurry, everyone is trying to perfect their skills and learn a bit more about each other. Jet and I just stay together and occasionally Noah comes and joins us. It's the gamemakers training session tomorrow and I don't want to think about what comes next.
I don't know why but, I am staying clear of all the girls. They could stab me in the back. I have always found it easier to be friends with boys, girls lie and cheat. Boys are just easier to understand. I take a break from throwing and take a look around.
There is the girl from district 6, the doll like one with the glasses and the porcelain skin. She looks like she could barely kill a fly; she has been mainly at the edible plants and fire making stations. I wonder how she will defend herself.
There is the girl from 4, one half of the girlfriend and boyfriend district 4 team. They have been inseparable; I haven't seen them leave each other's side in the 2 days of training. Spending most of their time at the rope station. Playing to their strengths. Like Mother said, some districts will not show off properly what they can do until the area. She looks pretty, with her auburn hair neatly braided on top of her head; her pale white skin is set off by her grey eyes that flicker with green.
The small helpless girl from district 8 with her two side ponytails and small fragile figure. She looks so tiny and innocent. Like a little bird.
Then there is the girl from district 9, the tall spiteful girl. She is practicing with her sickle. Jet told me what it was. They use it in farming districts to harvest the crops, but she has a wicked way with hers. I look over as she hooks the blade around the dummy's head.
I carry on throwing my knifes, I am actually getting quite good now, I lean back and throw, it hits the middle.
"Nice." It's a girl's voice; it's low and lacks emotion.
I turn around to find the girl from district 9, she looks even more intimidating up close, her green eyes look hard and her black hair falls like a curtain framing her face. She is about a head taller than me and holds the sickle in her hand. Its blade shining under the gyms lights.
"Thank you." I look up at her and give her a hard look.
"You really throw that knife well."
I look at her.
"Kaytee." She holds out her hand. "You're meant to shake it."
I see Jet looking at me. Mouthing something. I have no idea what he is saying, I am crap at lip reading.
"If you want to be allies, that is." She adds tartly.
"No." I say as Jet comes to my side.
"What are you saying to her?" Jet frowns at her.
"I was just leaving." She says wickedly "Just wait until the area 12, I will find you, you had your chance." She laughs, swinging her sickle as she walks away.
"What did she want?" Jet looks at me.
"Nothing, don't worry." I shake my head, trying to get her face out of my head, that smirk and the arrogance.
I go and collect my knife, I don't feel like throwing anymore, I just feel haunted, she won't let this go, and I have no chance. I exit the gym and go back to the penthouse, there is no one around. I throw myself on my bed and cry, the pillow over my head. I can't get away from the fact that it's almost time to go into the area, and probably not come out, alive that is.
I lay in my bed for what it seems like days, no one interrupts me or comes to the door. They probably don't even know I have gone. Preparing for when I am actually gone. The tears still flowing, my nose feels red and sore and my mouth is dry from drinking nothing but my own saliva. I begin to close my eyes. Sleep seems like the best option. I can sleep and not think about my prominent death, the thing that has been at the front of my mind for days.
There is a knock at the door, I have no idea what time it is. Whether its morning or night.
"Can I come in?" I know from that voice it's my Mother.
"Sure." Or I think that's what I said; my throat is so dry I can hardly talk.
The door opens and my mother comes in. She is holding a bag and opens her arms.
"What have you been doing up here." She embraces me in her arms, they are warm and full of love, I feel as if I am 5 years old again and I have the flu.
"I am going to die." The words slip out of my mouth.
She gives me a sympathetic look. "You are going to come back home, you understand."
I nod slowly.
"I know it feels like the end of the world, you just have to try your best." A tear slides down her cheek her hands trembling. "I need you to come home, Karis, ok."
My mother looks so vulnerable, childlike and scared. I never thought about her. I only thought about me. She must be feeling the worst possible pain. I need to suck it up. I have had my cry now I just need to get it over with.
"Try your best, beat the rest?" I smile.
My mother laughs. I remember her saying that to me before a netball match at school. It seems like yesterday. It's such a stupid phrase but its suck in my mind like glue. It made me feel so much better and it seems to be having the same effect now. For both me and my mother.
"That's right." She stands up. "Try your best and you will beat the rest."