NEW CHAPTER! YAAAYY:
A door slowly opened to reveal a room with a small child sleeping on the bed in the middle of the room. Katniss, who had opened the door walked in. Behind her followed Effie Trinket, whose smile could blind a nation.
Coming up to the side of the bed, Katniss nudged the boy who she was coming to think of as a little brother. Attempting to wake him up she called, "Peter, it's time to get up… come on, they already announced the ratings."
In reply, a small "I don't care," was heard.
"You didn't do that bad," she tried to reassure him.
It didn't appear to work as all that was heard was another, "I don't care."
"Fine, I'll just have to go down to breakfast by myself," with that said, she began to leave. Katniss noticed that the only adult in the room looked like she was about to protest letting him sleep in.
However, before she could get half way to the door a soft, "wait," was heard, and Peter began to rise.
"I'll wait outside so you can get dressed, by the way you got a five, not bad," with that Katniss actually did leave the room, dragging the poor lost woman behind her.
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"ha ha! I got a six! In your face!"
"That's only one point better than me!"
"So you admit I'm better than you!"
"I never said that!"
Katniss sighed, listening to the two younger tributes argue. She didn't understand how they could muster up so much energy when they both new of their impending doom in the arena. After all, only one person in this room would make it out alive.
These morbid thoughts were thankfully interrupted by someone coming into the lunch room to heard them off to the training room.
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"Now Peter, for the interview you need to sit up straight as you wait for your turn, with your hands folded in your lap like…."
Peter drowned out the etiquette instructors words, having heard this speech many times over. Of course, then it had been in a very different context.
"Peter, if I'm going to take you to this meeting you are going to behave, remember sit straight, do not even think of slouching like that git America!"
Peter rolled his eyes as the speech continued. It was not the first time Peter had been told this. He thought it probably would not be the last, either.
"Peter! Are you even listening to me?"
"No."
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The interview went smoothly; Katniss's dress was a big hit. Peter himself had seemed the perfect mix of impeccable manners and youthful innocence, while Zaire had looked cute with her pout about how everyone underestimated her because she was short.
The games seemed to loom even closer.
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This is it, Peter mused as he donned the coat handed to him. He was in the hovercraft headed to the arena. They asked him if there was anything that he wanted to bring with him; he replied that he had nothing.
He was then lowered through a chute onto the ground. He stood on a small circle that marked what was safe to step in. In front of him was a cornucopia full of weapons and other miscellanea.
They were made to stand there for what felt like an eternity.
Finally, it came. What they were all waiting for. The signal that would begin the end.
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Look how far I got! I'm so happy I finally got to the games now! anyway, thanks for everyone who is still reading this, sorry it took so long, but my computer died. but now I have a new one, and I hope to have more frequent updates!
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