A few days passed in much the same way. Finally, it was the morning of the ratings. Peter didn't bother to get up swiftly as he had the day before; after all, district twelve went last. Just as he was debating on whether to get up or not, that horrid woman walked in.
"Time to wake up!" exclaimed Effie Trinket in a way to energetic voice.
"mrph," replied the boy.
"Well, that won't do, you have your ratings today! Wake up! You wouldn't want to be late to breakfast would you?"
Naturally, at the mention of food, getting out of bed seemed a little more reasonable
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At eight in the morning, Peter could be found sitting in between Katniss and Wy. Katniss turned to the young girl.
"So Zaire, what are you planning on doing for the ratings?" she asked.
"To be quite honest, I have no idea…" Zaire Clark said, looking rather put out.
To this, Peter glanced at his friend, "I'm sure you'll do fine."
The trio continued to eat in silence.
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Not long into the morning a man walked into the dining hall. "District four: Zaire Clark, please follow me."
This man had already come by six times, taking the tributes away one by one.
"Good luck Wy," was all the young boy sitting next to the one who was called had to say.
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"District twelve: Katniss Everdeen."
Peter could only watch as she walked away, leaving him to wait. Alone.
It really was nerve wrecking. The clock just kept ticking, showing the time as it passed. Peter fidgeted, not sure if he wanted time to speed up or slow down. He just wasn't sure anymore.
Finally, after what seemed an eternity, the door creaked open slowly.
"District twelve: Peter Kirkland."
The young looking boy rose from his position and followed the guard. The two walked in silence down a few hallways. Finally, they reached their destination. Almost too slowly, the stoic guard opened the rather plain looking door and motioned the boy inside.
Thunk, the door slammed shut behind him, the guard didn't even enter the room. Peter examined the room. It had everything that might be available to him in the arena. There were also a few judges sitting at a table at the end of the room. Oddly enough, there was an apple stuck to the wall with an arrow. Peter shrugged it off and tried to think of what to do.
Looking around the room, Peter tried to figure out something impressive to do. Shrugging, Peter decided to shoot the bow waiting for him on the ground. He picked it up, as well as the arrows. However, instead of shooting at a target, he laid on his back and shot at the ceiling. When he was done, he examined his work as he got up and left the room. As he shut the door behind him, he smirked.
The judges watched as he left, then examined the design on the ceiling. They couldn't help but wonder why the boy had made two triangles there, one red and one black using the different colored plumes. If you thought about it, it kind of looked like some sort of flag…
Look! I'm alive! Sorry I haven't updated I got reaalyy busy with school and this scary teacher… anyway, I tried out a new writing style, its slightly more descriptive! I hope you like it! Please leave a review and tell me what you think! I'd like to thank everyone who is still reading this, and everyone who just found this! And a special thanks to all my reviewers! D' Auroral Frutalia, Mikka-chan and Hazumu-kun, Darkstrawberry-chan, Silvermoon of Forestclan