I'm baaaack! First of all, I just want to repeat these four words I have been saying A LOT! I LOVE YOU GUYS! Seriously?! Over 90?! I'm pumped!
Okay, so I have received this review from a guest that says that I should stop putting sarcasm precisions in parenthesis. I don't know if he/she meant it as a joke or an insult but it really put me down. I mean, one minute you're ecstatic cause you see a bunch of reviews popping up and the next you frown because there's a flame. I saw this exact same review in another story and I've got a message for this guest. If you don't like my style of writing, then leave. I'm sorry but if you knew how much effort I've put into this story, you would think twice before writing that. If you knew how much I tried to bring this story into detail to make it easier to read and imagine, then receiving a flame for that extra detail I put for precision... I'm sorry. I just don't appreciate it. Now, If you guys are gonna tell me off for writing this note, saying that the guy/girl made an entirely harmless comment, PM me please. Don't put it in the reviews. (But you will not get any more virtual cupcakes) Thank you.
Now! My outburst has been cleared up! Back to the usual cheery, smiley, lighthearted me! (Oh, if you knew how serious my face was while writing that note up there...)
I PROMISE you guys! I will NEVER EVER write an authors note this long any more *crosses fingers behind back* he...he... I didn't do anything...
Next chapter is the song.
Disclaimer: THG is not mine. And I seriously don't have any more creative disclaimer ideas. Anyone have one?
Katniss's POV
I scramble out of class right after the bell rings and sprint toward the gym. (Avoiding the teachers, of course...)
"Why in such a rush?" I heard from behind me. I turn around to see Peeta. (A/N Big surprise, right? I'vegot to be less predictable..)
"My favorite class is coming up! Hurry up! You'll 'get to see me in action'!" I say really fast.
Peeta's face lights up and he runs down the halls with me.
We reach the gym right on time. I shoot into the locker room and change into the uniform. A dark blue, red and gray shirt with matching pants. (A/N I couldn't resist...)
I run in the gym and find out I have missed half of ms. Atala's big boring speech that she gives every week. Like the lessons even wipes her speech out of our heads... It's a bunch of bull shit if you ask me. No fighting with the other students, no targeting others with our weapons and yada, yada, yada. She releases us and all hell breaks loose.
Each person heads to their weapon of choice. Which, in my case, are the bow and arrows. Courtesy of my late father.
A hand catches me from behind. I turn around. Glimmer. WHAT THE HELL DOES SHE WANT FROM ME?!
"Excuse me, Everdeen. But I believe you're at the wrong station," she says. Ha! Wrong station my foot!
"Oh yeah? What makes you say that?" I retort.
"Well, obviously you're really bad at this and only wants to try out. So why don't you step aside and let the experts do the work, hmm?" she asks as sweetly as possible. I feel like puking.
"Well, obviously you have never seen me shoot before. So, let me think about stepping aside... What about, no?" I answer just as sweetly. "You get your ass out of here because I believe you're cutting in the line. Now, why don't you sit back and let the real experts do their job, hmm?"
People are watching us now. I just know it. And I know they know I'm winning by the looks on their faces.
"Well, why don't we have a little friendly shooting contest to find out who the real master is? I bet I'll win," says Glimmer.
Seriously? Shooting contest between Glimmer and me? Ha! I am so gonna whoop her ass! I mean, have you seen her shoot?
"Deal," I answer. Oh, this is gonna be good.
Seconds later, we have a whole crowd line up around us and both Glimmer and I are poised to shoot.
"Okay, so we each shoot one arrow into the target. Each time we get a bulls eye, we take one step backward. The one to miss first loses," says Glimmer.
"I'm good," I say while shrugging.
"Ready?" asks Glimmer.
"I'm only not ready in your dreams, Rambin," I reply.
We each shoot our first arrows. Bulls eye for both of us. We continue shooting and stepping backwards until we're both around ten feet away from the target. And that's when Glimmer misses. Seriously? Ten feet isn't THAT far away!
"Well, I guess I win then, Rambin. So why don't you step aside now?" I ask sweetly.
She harrumphs and stomps away.
"Oh my GOD, Katniss! That was AWESOME!" says Peeta from behind me.
"That? That was absolutely nothing compared to what I usually do," I answer and go back to shooting.
I don't have time for rambling. I have to go hit the sack soon.
Just review please.
~Jenifer (storyfrikk)