Jordan's P.O.V
"I agree, that's still not a good way to tell if he's with us or not," Jodie says.
"I know it sounds weird, but for some reason I think we can trust him," Elisha replies. "Even if he is a Career."
"Ladies, now's the time for you go up to your apartments!" Elisha's escort calls out to us.
All of our escorts, mentors, stylists and district partners stand there waiting for each of us, each group in front of a different elevator.
"Oh, but Bronte, we only just got to start talking!" Elisha complains, letting her head drop.
"I told you that you might not get time to talk to them, now come with me up the apartment!"
"Fine!" she replies, rolling her eyes. "Bye guys, see you at training."
We jog over to our respective groups and I turn around to wave quickly before I get into the elevator.
Just before the doors close, I see that guy from earlier, Blaze, leaning against a pole; a pole within listening distance of where we just stood.
That asshole ! I can't believe Elisha trusted him!
No, I bet he was just taking revenge on her for listening to The Careers conversation.
There's no way I'm going to trust him!
Now he's probably gonna tell his group and act as a spy for them and-. No. Shut up me, Elisha saw that he didn't even want to be with them.
I'm still not trusting him fully though, even if Elisha disagrees.
When we arrive on our floor, I walk out of the lift slightly angry with Blaze and confused as to why he did what he did.
"Now, Jordan, your room is the farthest one on the left," Kate says, as I snap back to reality.
"Oh, yep," I reply, gazing around the room. I didn't notice how amazing this place was, when I first came in. Holy crap, this place is cool!
The living room by itself is bigger than my entire house! I run into my room to find that it's also really cool!
"This place is awesome!" I yell, flopping backwards onto my enormous bed.
"Shut up Jordan, you're going crazy over this," Adam says, appearing in the doorway of my room. "It's just an apartment."
"Adam, just in case you haven't noticed, District 10 doesn't have anything like this. If you've lived in a wooden hut your entire life, like I know you have, then I highly doubt you aren't even slightly excited."
Ciara, one of our mentors, comes between us.
"Now, come on guys. No fighting until you get into the arena," she says. "Adam's right though, Jordan. You need to calm down."
"Although," Borra, our other mentor, states, "Jordan's right, too. Unless you live in the Victor's Village, nothing even faintly resembles all this."
"Stop fighting and come eat," my stylist, Georgia, yells. Simple yet very effective words.
We all walk over to the table, where Bronte, Pietro, Adam's stylist, and Georgia have already started in silence.
"So," Kate breaks through, "how do you think you'll go in training tomorrow?"
"I dunno…" I mumble, not wanting to talk to Kate.
"Neither," Adam mumbles.
"What a lively bunch you all are!" Georgia says, sarcastically, rolling her eyes.
When dinner is over I go straight to my room and watch the re-play of the Opening Ceremony.
Jodie; a flaming lump of coal. Elisha; a tree. Me; an embarrassed cow. We all look like idiots.
"UUUGHH!" I groan loudly and I flop onto my bed. "We are never going to be sponsored..."
Then I realise that I'm still wearing my stupid cow suit, so I take it off, put on some random pyjamas that I find in a drawer and I flop back down again.
I guess I'm just tired. I mean, I actually travelled somewhere for the first time in my life, I was stripped of my body hair and I was paraded in front of millions of people on a chariot. That's a lot, for a 14 year old from District 10.
I try to calm down and I start thinking about training tomorrow. Should I practice what I'm good at, like hand to hand combat, or should I go for survival skills and things I'm not so good at? Hmm… I suppose I'll try everything and see how it goes.
"Huh?" I ask the air. "Where the hell am I?"
My plate has gone up and I'm in the arena. It's a frozen wasteland. And it's really cold.
But where are the other tributes? Have I come up early? I'm not seeing any other plates…
I look down at myself. "Oh, for crying out loud!"
I'm wearing a freaking swim suit! No wonder I'm so cold!
I get that they want me dead, but since when was to death considered exciting?! Honestly, it's not a very entertaining idea, for me or the viewers.
Suddenly, a knife flies at me from nowhere and I quickly duck to avoid it.
I didn't hear a gong! How come we're starting already?!
The Cornucopia has appeared about 30 meters in front of me.
Well, I'm frozen anyway; jumping into snow shouldn't make much of a difference!
Oh wait. "Shit, this is cold!" It does.
Now I get the swimsuit. The snow is piled so high that it goes up to my shoulders. I'll have to 'swim' through the snow so get anywhere. Yes, great joke, Gamemakers. You assholes.
Another knife flies at me, but because of the snow, I'm too slow to dodge it and it cuts just above my right elbow.
I yell out in pain. Damn it!
I try to move faster, but I'm slowly freezing up. First I lose feeling in my toes, then my feet, then my legs and torso, and finally my entire body has lost feeling.
By that time, my feet refuse to even move. I'll have to hop from now on. I've only moved about 10 meters so far; still an agonizing 20 metres to go.
"Shit, shit, shit…" I say. I see another knife coming at me and this one's aimed at my stomach.
I try hopping faster, but it's no use. I only move about 10cm forward, so the knife buries itself into my side and I cough up blood.
I try pull the knife out and keep moving, but my hand is too numb to move, so it just causes more damage.
The pain cuts through the numbness of the snow and I'm losing so much blood that my vision starts blurring.
No. I refuse to die.
Then, another knife shoots out and it's obvious that it's aimed directly at my heart.
My eyes jolt open and I find myself on my bed.
It was just a nightmare.
It's fine, brain. I don't need to sleep anyway...