Chapter 11:

My footsteps echoed loudly in the large room. It seemed unframiliar without the hostile glares, and the people that helped me ignore them, Jess, Grover. I glanced to my left and turned my head to the right, secretly hoping I would see Alek training with some complex weapon, moving with skill and precision. But of course he wasn't there.

I turned back to the front of the room, my gaze rising to a group of people, talking amoungst themselves, holding the stems of wine glasses between their fingers. Not a single set of eyes where cast my way. I cleared my throat, which echoed almost obnoxiously around the room, and several heads snapped up, just to glance at me once and turn away again.

Katniss said they would probably ignore me, but I didn't know it would be to such an extreme.

I marched over to a set of knives, sliding two into my waistband before retrieving a bow and some arrows. I moved some of the dummies around the room, making as much noise as possible but every time I looked up, still nothing. Finally I threw a sword down in the middle of the room, it crashed into the hard floor, making a loud clanging that was impossible to just ignore. But they did anyway.

I ran across the room, right below the balcony they were supposed to be watching from, and began to climb. The columns on both sides where easy to shimmy up, and before I knew it I was halfway there.

I could just imagine the notes they would be writing:

Very loud.

Likes to organize things.

Fairly boring..

But not for long. I swung my leg over the railing, but I wouldn't settle for just getting up here. I stepped up onto the railing, balancing for a moment before easily making the jump to the rafters. I pulled myself up and jumped from one to another until I hung above a man, talking excitedly with his hands one of which was holding and apple.

I slid one of the knives out of my waistband, and stuck it in the apple, making the man stop suddenly eyes wide. He looked up suddenly, and was so startled at seeing me there, that he fell out of his chair.

I dropped to the ground gracefully, chuckling to myself, as I pulled the knife from the apple that was now rolling across the floor.

I looked back over my shoulder, at all of the stunned faces, all of which had their eyes locked on me now.

I stepped back onto the railing balancing on the balls of my feet as I pulled the other knife out. I trained my one good eye on a dummy that was sitting on the other end of the large space, and threw not one but two of the blades, which flew through the air perfectly until they met their mark. One in the chest, and the other in the eye of the dummy.

A chorus of gasps arose from behind me, and just to keep them going, I pulled the bow and an arrow off of my shoulder. I notched the arrow but instead of firing it at the second dummy I had set up, I jumped from the railing, flying toward the ground.

As soon as I hit the ground, I rolled coming up onto my knee and firing the arrow into where the heart would be on the dummy. For a second my mind darted back to Alek, but I quickly shook it off, if anything shouldn't I be thinking of Grover? No. Concentrate.

I dropped the bow, and sprinted towards the sword I had left in the middle of the room. It felt comfortable in my hand as I continued to race towards the dummies. With the sword I tore at the remaining dummy, a stab to the stomach a slash across the neck, before I turned to the other two.

I took off the heads of both with one clean, powerful swipe before dropping the sword,

"Silver Whitte, District Twelve." And I walked out.

I probably shouldn't have just stormed out like that. Heck there was probably a law about it somewhere, but I was on a roll. The white hot anger that started my act still coursed through my veins as I stormed back to my room on the twelfth floor.

"So, how did it go?" Effie asks as soon as I walk in, practically bouncing up and down. She was really irritating sometimes.

"I stabbed an apple out of one of the scorer's hands and then jumped from a balcony." I say, still marching towards the quiet of my own room.

"You did what?" she squeaked, and it reminded me exactly of how she reacted when I knocked out Jewlee.

"You heard what I said Effie!" I say, looking over my shoulder at her before slamming my door in her face.

As soon as my back hit the softness of my bed, all of the anger melted away and I saw my actions for what they really were, rash and idiotic.

"Ugh!" I moaned, sitting back up and resting my head in my hands. Trying to imagine what kind of punishment they would come up with for this.

I heard my door swing open, but I didn't look up, it was probably some peace keeper coming to get me,

"I shot an arrow at them last year." My head snapped up and I saw Katniss leaning against the doorframe, "That's actually how I got my 11." She added pushing herself away from the door and into the room, "You'll be fine."

I got up and followed her out the door,

"They're announcing the scores in a couple minutes," Jess yelled from the other room, so Katniss and I went to join the other who were already crowded around the T.V.

"Rawr!" Someone tackled me to the ground, making me squeak when I hit the carpet,

"Grover!" I yelled, so surprised I couldn't help but hug him.

"I just had to prove you wrong," he says, smiling as he helped me back to my feet,

"What?" I ask, confused,

"You said that we wouldn't see each other again, so I proved you wrong!" he said, pulling me down next to him on the couch just as Alek's face flashed on the screen, alongside a big 10.

They continued to go through the tributes, and I managed to pick up a few names, Geara from 3, Talie from 4, a girl with hair as black as night named Raven, Amato from 9, and a little girl named Jay.

Then the girl from district 11 popped up on the screen, Thresh's sister, Thalia. Who got a score of six.

Now for district 12, a picture of Jess flashed on the screen followed by, an 8. Everyone congratulated him quickly, before my picture was on the screen, and then the number 12.

"Oh my god!" I gasped, looking around the room to make sure everyone else had seen it too. Apparently they had since they were shouting congratulations and thumping me on the back.

When the excitement died down a bit, Grover came up to me again,

"Now I'm not the only one betting on you. Congrats." He whispered, before pressing his lips to mine. But as soon as he said that all I could think was, in the Hunger Games, a high score can be just as dangerous as a low one.

Hehe...

Well, what did you think of her little rampage, seemed to work out for her!

And Grover! Oh, but Alek seems to be stuck in her head, but what about Jona back home?

I wonder...

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