Taylor
I watch as the 12-year-old male tribute from District 6 steps out of the room where the individual sessions are, looking like he just failed at life. Technically he did, because if he isn't good at any of the skills, then he won't stand a chance in the arena, even if it's an easy-to-navigate one.
I gulp as he walks past me and the next few tributes go. I really don't want to end up looking like him.
The next name is called. I'm so focused on my fear and anxiety that I don't hear what the name is. Lee nudges me, and I realize that it's me.
My legs shaking, I slowly stand up and shakily walk towards the individual sessions room.
The first thing I do is walk towards the knives and axe throwing stations. I manage to hit a bullseye with a knife once, but not even close with the axes. At least I probably show better skills than that boy did.
Next I go to the survival skills station, since I spent about half of my time there and half of my time at the weapons station (when the Careers weren't harassing me), and show that I can start a fire, and all the other skills.
Finally, the Head Gamemaker calls, "You are dismissed," and I walk out of the room and to my floor of the apartments that we stay at with Lee, this time with strong legs.
"How'd you do?" Lee asks as we wait for the elevator to deliver us at floor 8.
"Good, I think. What about you?"
"Meh. I think I'll get like a six or something." I nod, not knowing what to say, and then we have arrived at our floor.
We both walk to the dining area, where a dinner is already set out for us: filleted cod draped in lemon juice, coleslaw, and mini chocolates filled with caramel.
While eating, none of us (except Pippy) let out a single peep. We are too engaged in eating this delicious meal. It's so good that I have two servings of cod and one and a half small bowls of coleslaw, plus 4 of the chocolates.
After that we watch the training scores. I'm surprised to see I got a 7. Not the best, but better than a 6 or lower. Lee gets the same score as me. (The District 1 girl, of course, gets an 11.)
When I get back to my room, I'm too tired to bother taking a shower so I quickly rinse my face, then tuck myself in.
While I'm sleeping, the most frequent subject in my dreams is my best friend, Ashleen. Basically what happens in my dreams is that instead of me, Ashleen gets reaped for the Hunger Games.
When I wake up, I try to think about what it must be like to be living an okay life with your best friend, then suddenly she is picked to enter an arena and fight to the death, and you probably won't see her ever again. That basically sums up what Ashleen is going through.
After many sobbing sessions, I fall asleep again, dreading the next few days.