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This is Chapter 5 of All a Dream; I decided to write it because I have nothing to do today.
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As I walk through the doors of the training center to present my chosen skill, I see the gamemakers up on a balcony, overlooking the entire tributes center so they can see all of the tributes.
As I walk in they are watching me. I grab a bow and a single arrow, I knock the arrow and aim for the center of a target on a shooting practice dummy. The center must be about a little over the top of where your nose should be.
I aim for the center, but then a thought strikes me, I didn't hit the center last time
I aim for the outer ring of the target instead and I let the arrow fly. I hope to god it will hit where I wanted it to.
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I almost give a sigh of relief when it hit exactly where I aimed but I hold it in.
Instead I put a look of disappointment on my face.
Not daring to look up at the gamemakers, I grab another arrow and aim for the center of the target, it hits in the center.
I look up at them, with a look of triumph just to make sure nobody is paying attention.
Nobody is.
I take an arrow, knock it aim for the apple in the pigs mouth and let it go.
It hits the apple and everyone stares at me. I put on my defiant/rebellious look and...and..
Dammit! What did I say before?! I can't remember!
I rack my brains for a fraction of a second and then it comes to me.
"Thank you for your consideration.."
I curtsy as if to annoy them, place the bow down and walk out of there without a look over my shoulder at the gamemakers shocked faces.
That afternoon, we are watching the scores that each of the tributes got. I am worried.
They start with District 1 and end with District 12, so I have plenty of time to worry my head off.
1, 2, 3
What if I get a different score?
4, 5, 6
How will it affect the games?
7, 8, 9
How will it affect other peoples' view of me?
I am staring down at my hands in my lap, I have lost count of where we are with district scores now, I am thinking what could happen.
My head snaps up when I hear "Katniss Everdeen-"
I see Ceasar Flickerman with his midnight blue suit on the screen.
"-with a score-"
Time seems to slow down.
"-of-"
For a second I think that I might not want to know what my score is, but I know it is too late.
"-11."
Applause and squeals from Effie and my prep team
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Sometime around 6, we leave to get ready for our interviews. I know I am not worried about being onstage or the large crows, I am afraid of what I might say. How it will affect everything.
I am dressed in a beautiful red, off the shoulder, dress with many jewels. It already looks like I am on fire.
Cinna explains everything to me, this makes me feel a bit more comfortable about going onstage and possibly saying something wrong...
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I find myself walking onstage, lights shining on me.
Ceasar Flickerman greets me. Its funny since the last time I saw him he was calling me a stupid rebel.
The first question he asks is "Whats in the capitol, impressed you the most?"
I respond by saying "The Lamb Stew" There was no way I would forget the Lamb stew they serve here.
...xxxxXXXXxxxx...
I twirl, I laugh, I joke, but I almost cry when he asks me "What did you tell your sister after you volunteered for you?"
"I-I" I stutter "I told her I would try to win"
Even if I did win 2 Hunger Games, I didn't keep Prim alive.
"Of course you did" He says
When the interview is done and I am coming back, a few tears roll down my cheek, but nobody can see me. I wipe them off by the time I get back to my prep team, Effie, Cinna and Haymitch.
Peeta has already gone onstage, it is hard to imagine that when he is done with that stupid interview, I have to shove him so he knocks over a vase and cuts his hands.
I have to do it.
But can I do it?
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