Chapter 12: The Tributes Meet
First day of training. Mike was proud to wear the 12 on his shirt. District 12 was never known for doing well at all, but he knew that with his mad dancing skillz, he could evade all the attacks from the Careers and hopefully kill a few.
When he saw a black-haired Asian girl standing alone at the knot-tying class, his heart skipped another beat. She was hot.
Mike ruffled up his hair and walked over to her.
"Hey, let me help you with that." Mike took the knot off her and tried to untie it, but only dropped it on the floor. "Damn it."
"It's alright."
"What District are you from?"
"11. Why?"
"Just wanted to know."
The trainer cut in and broke Mike and the girl up.
"See you later, yeah?"
"Maybe." She winked.
The Careers were walking together around the swordfighting area, swords in hand. Soon they stopped and started practicing. Sam and Blaine fought together, but Blaine was soon defeated.
"Call yourself a Career!" Santana shouted, hitting him with the pommel of her sword.
"Sorry... I'm just better at... archery..." Blaine panted. He went over to the archery area, where a District 12 was practicing.
"Out of the way," he said, taking a bow. He notched an arrow in and drew back to his full length. Before he could shoot, the 12 had already loosed an arrow into the bullseye. Blaine gasped as he shot, totally missing the target.
"That's not how you do it. Face sideways." The girl helped him into the right position, her hands stiff and distant. "Now try."
Blaine shot and his arrow landed in the 8-point section.
"If you want to win the Hunger Games, that's not good enough. Keep shooting." she told him, landing another arrow in the bullseye.
"Hey, what's your name, 12? I don't like you telling me what to do."
"Katniss Everdeen." She sounded very pleased with the sound of her name.
They both continued shooting in silence.
