"Well then, what is up?" She questions him.
"It doesn't matter!" Caleb replies, raising his voice. Meanwhile, I sit here, trying my hardest not to scream abuse in his face.
"Well it obviously does." Effie Trinket tells him, raising one of her perfectly shaped eyebrows.
"I don't want to talk about it. Is that okay with you?" Caleb snaps, before pushing his chair back from the table, and storming out of the room.
"Oh that's fine with me!" Effie shouts back, then turns to me. "What up with him?"
"Oh, I don't know," I mumble, looking down at my lap.
"Okay." Effie Trinket replies, looking like a sulking five year old as she too moves from the table and wanders off, leaving just me and Haymitch.
"Go get Caleb please, Prim," Haymitch asks me. For once, he's not drunk.
"Ugh, why?" I protest.
"Just do it." He tells me, whilst rolling his eyes and groaning the words.
"But why?" I moan at him, not wanting to even look at the District 12 boy tribute.
"Just bloody do it." He growls. I decide not to argue anymore.
"Hello?" A voice calls out as I knock on Caleb's bedroom door, just a few away from my own. Unfortunately.
"Haymitch wants to talk to you," I mutter as quietly as I can.
"Sorry, what?" He replies, before the door swings open and Caleb appears, a puzzled look on his face. He turns around again as soon as he sees me standing there.
"No, wait!" I say, my voice louder. "Haymitch really does want to talk to you!"
"About what?" He grumbles, looking at me uickly then looking down again.
"I don't know, he wouldn't say," I reply honestly.
"Uh, fine!" He groans, before slamming his door shut and following me back into the room when Haymitch awaits.
"Glad you could join us," Says Haymitch sarcastically, as we take our sits across of him at the table.
"What's this all about?" Pipes up Caleb. It is like he took the words out of my mouth.
"About the Games. But we'll talk about it later, I've got things to do," Haymitch grunts, and walks from the room.
"More like going to get drunk!" I'm about to say, but then I remember I'm not talking to Caleb, and nobody else is here to laugh at my little joke. So instead, I just stalk out of the room without another word.
I don't know what to do in the apartment, and I hate being stuck in my room like a little girl not being allowed to go out and play with her friends. So instead, I decide to go to the training centre and get in a bit more practice before the start of the Games, which is only around the corner.
I enter the room where all the equipment is, closing the door softly before walking over to the bow and arrows. As I lightly finger the string of the strong bow, I hear faint footsteps from not so far away from me.
"Hello?" I call out, whilst swiftly turning around.
But nobody's there.
I put the noise down to the wind, and carefully pick up the bow, loading it with one of the glistening silver arrows. Aiming at the dummy a few metres away, that noise I heard just a few seconds ago rings in my ear.
I spin around, gasping with shock as my eyes meet another pair of eyes.
Belonging to Cato. Probably one of the most evil tributes there has ever been.
"Wh- what are you doing here?" I manage to spit out, shock still could be detected in my eyes.
"I could ask you the same thing," He says, smirking that nasty expression. I could tell, by the way his eyes gleamed as he looked at me like I was prey, that he wasn't being serious.
"I'm just training." I reply, looking down at the floor, away from his stare.
"You'll need a whole lot more training in order to win I think, don't you?"
"Um..." I start, but he cuts me off.
"Good luck in the Games anyway. In fact, I won't bother. You'll be dead as soon as the timer goes off!" He says, hysterically laughing as he exits the room and leaves me alone once more.
"What on earth was that about?" I whisper to myself, like I'm mad. I really need to stop doing this though, some people may think I have something wrong with me, mentally.
But I decide not to question my weird meeting with Cato, and go back to my training.
I train for a while, shooting arrow after arrow until I hit the perfect spot, and throw knifes until my hands start to breathe. The clock on the wall tells me already it is 5:00pm, making me gasp at how late it is. I hurriedly pick up my jacket and run off. I keep the high-top speed all the way to the penthouse, gasping for air as I walk inside.
"Where on earth have you been?" Effie Trinket asks me as soon as the door shuts, making me jump. She looks really worried yet relieved to see me by the look on her pale face.
"Just..." I struggle to find an excuse, as I don't want them to know where I really was this afternoon, as they would just ask questions. "Just out." I say.
"Oh, anywhere inpaticular?" She asks me, narrowing her eyes, as if to say 'I know your lying!'. But I stick to my story, as it would be worse to change it now.
"Yes. Now what's for my last supper?" I ask them jokingly. Changing the subject was a good thing to do to avoid awkward questions.
"Everything! What else?" Caleb says laughing; I just look at him, before frowning. I don't know why, but I'm still angry at him. I'm not normally one to hold grudges, but somehow, I can't get over this one. Maybe because he'll be trying to kill me soon. In fact, tomorrow.
I take my place at the table, in between Effie Trinket and Haymitch as usual. As I look around, I notice my stylist and my prep team are also gathered for this last meal, for the first time since I got here.
"Oh, hi!" I exclaim, beaming at Luna.
"Hey, hunny!" She says back, smiling. I can see her pearly white teeth sparkling in the harsh light from all the way across the table.
After dinner, Haymitch tells everyone to leave, except me and Caleb. Obviously so that he can talk tactics.
"So, I'm gonna make this short, as you will definitely need the sleep." He tells us.
Caleb and I nod in usion.
"All I can say is, stay alive. Find water, and stay out of the way of the Careers. They're the worst." He tells us, firmly holding on to both of our shoulders with both hands. "And sleep in trees, that's the best thing to do to avoid certain death,"
"Can we go now?" I say after a few seconds of him finishing. I absorbed all of his advice, ready to use it in the arena.
"Wait, one last thing. When the timer starts, don't step off the point your standing on, as it'll blow you up, most probably killing you too. And run. Don't go in too far to find the items you'll need. I can't tell you why though. You'll soon find it out. And also, good luck and may the odds be ever in your favour!" He says, rolling his eyes as he says that stupid phrase.
As we thank him for the advice and go off to our rooms, leaving him with his bottles of alcohol, Caleb decides to try to talk to me. "First time ever, that he's gave us advice! Wow!" He starts. I note sarcasm in his voice. "Normally he's a drunken state,"
"Yeah." I say emotionless.
As we reach my bedroom along the spotless corridor, I turn to him, looking his straight in the eyes.
"Good luck. I may not be talking to you, but wishing death on anyone is unacceptable." I say to him.
"Thank you." He smiles. "Same to you. And may the odds be ever in your favour!" He jokes, putting on Effie's silly voice as he quotes her. I feel sly laughing, after everything she's done, but I cannot stiffle my laughter anymore and let out a small giggle.
He's not that bad, I think to myself as I undress and curl up in my bed.
But then again, he'll be trying to kill me by the next morning.
And he'll most definitely succeed in the murder of little old me.
The small, 12 year old girl who scored a 2 in training.