HEYYYY! Soo here is the first Private Session! only a couple more tributes to go!
please review because it tells me what everyone is thinking and sorry if its a tad bit short for this chapter...i didn't know what to write.
Name- Gael Vinery
Age- 16
District 10
"Julius Wright" yelled the peacekeeper from the edge of the holding room. Julius got up and walked out of the room with a smirk on his face, which basically told me he was just as conceded as I thought he would be.
Time went by and I sat in silence and waited my turn. My nerves were on fire as the tributes were selected. I'm not exactly sure what I will be doing, maybe throwing knives or the whip, but what good is all that if I can't get to any of them in the cornucopia. Every year the cornucopia is a bloodbath and about 9 children a slaughtered, but will I be lucky enough to get out of it. I'm a fast runner, but there is always the uncertainty in the back of my mind telling me I'll fail, that I will be one of those nine children.
"Joseph Pendleton" calls the peace keeper again. I look down at my feet, he's district 9, so one more person before my name gets called.
A couple minutes pass while I look at all the remaining 8 tributes. Out of all of them, the only tribute that stands out is Marco, the one who got in the fight and was banned from training. Part of me really feels bad for the guy, he didn't start the fight but he got in trouble; the guy who did start the fight walked away with a little slap on the wrist.
"Gael Vinery" I hear the peace keeper say. That's me, I close my eyes and take a deep breath and walk into the training center.
When I walk in, I notice that the room had some of the unimportant stations taken away. I walk over to the knife throwing station and I grab the dagger that was closest to me. The metal felt heavy in the palm of my hand, knowing that what happens in here will possibly affect the amount of sponsors I could get. I have been practicing the three days in training non-stop and I have gotten pretty good at throwing knives, but everyone and a while I miss and I hope today is not going to be one of those days.
I take a deep breath and step back to the white line painted on the concrete floor. Raising my arm, I steady it making sure that I won't miss. I throw the dagger into the cut out figure of a person and it hits the wall, completely missing the target.
"No" I mutter as I stare at the dagger that was in my hands only a few moments ago. How could I miss that, I don't understand. I decide to pick up another dagger and try again. I walk back to the white line once again, hoping that this try will be different. I slow my breaths and steady my shaking hands. I throw the dagger with everything I had. I watched as it ricocheted and embedded itself into the leg of the target. How could I miss the target again, it could have been worse and I could have missed completely.
Just as I was about to reach for another dagger, a female voice from inside the observation room went over the loudspeaker saying "Thank you, but that is enough. You may leave now. "
How could they cut me off like that, I could have had a better throw if they let me try again. I chucked the dagger on the floor behind me and walked out of the room, slamming the doors behind me.
I wanted to get out of these games alive for my brother and my father. Now, that seems impossible because I doubt I will get a good score.
At what temperature does water boil at? 20 points