Tiberius
The Gamemakers take one look at me and stifle their laughter; but they still watch as I demonstrate decent survival skills and give weapons a halfhearted try. When I end up failing at this, the Gamemakers burst into laughter; a merry chortling that makes me almost forget who these people really are.
Still chuckling over my failed attempt at throwing knives, the Head Gamemaker calls to me, "You are dismissed."
I walk out as a wave of humiliation and annoyance hits me, almost knocking me back a step. Everybody takes one look at my face and knows immediately that I've failed.
I hang my head and go to the elevator up to the 6th floor, planning to sulk in my room. Except I forgot that we have to watch our training scores.
After eating dinner, we gather around the TV and await for our scores to show up.
Unfortunately, I get a 5. Raven gets a 6. Not that I was expecting anything higher, but still…
After that's over, I trudge along the thick red carpet under Aaron and Tamora's disappointed expressions towards my room.
When I get into my room, the first thing I do is lock the door, so nobody can interrupt me while I sulk, then I flop on my back onto my bed, looking up at the ceiling and wondering why I ever existed if I'm just going to die so soon. What's the point of that?
As I lay there, I realize maybe I have a chance. Not to win, of course-with my terrible weapons skill I couldn't kill anyone, and since I'm so scrawny anybody could take me out in about a second-but in the bloodbath. Maybe I can even make it, like, to the final 8 or something! This is because, as I told Aaron, I can run. Fast. Sometimes during my free time I would race the other fastest person in my grade, and I would always win. I could probably sprint a mile or so, maybe more if I really put the effort into it.
I decide that during the bloodbath, instead of just standing there, helplessly watching as somebody kills me and Raven, I will run and run and make sure Raven comes with me. I do not want her to die before I do.