I sit in a room full of blood thirsty tributes. All terribly strong. It was private training. I was never really good at weapons. The only weapon I have seen was a butter knife. I bet everyone has at least picked up a weapon used for killing even before the reaping. I was pretty good at identifying edible foods but that won't take me far. I play with my fingers and the ring the maid gave me. Everyone was staring at me because of what happened yesterday and my black eye.
"Lily Adams" the woman called. It was time for me to go and show my strengths but I had none. I walk in. So many things to chose from. I first go to the identifying food computer thingy. I click the poison food in tell there was all edible food left. I walk away. I'll try a weapon. I walk over to the knives because that's the only weapon I know. I grab a knife that looked like the one master had on display. He says that was the weapon he used for his very last kill. The blade was short and a big handlebar. I get in the position. I know this because of the games. I saw the tributes hold like this. The knife point near their shoulder. Left foot in front and right back. I flick the knife to the target. I see the knife flip through the air and it only cuts the shoulder. I try again with a knife similar to the one I just threw. I get into the same position. And throw the knife. Hits the foot. I sigh and leave the private training.
"Welcome!" Caesar voice booms on the TV. He announces the scores. Most the careers get an 8 or 9. I found out what district four and one's names where. Four's was Banner and one's was Vack.
"And Quill Meanth" Caesar voice booms pulling me back into reality. "With a score of...9" we cheer for him. He got a nine. It was a perfect score. "Lily Adams" they all quite down when my name gets called "with a score of 4" silence falls because of my horrible score. I put my face into my palms and cry a little.
"Well," Snapper says with his cigar smoke all around him. "You did horrible."
"Oh shut up. Look in the mirror." I snap back at him taking my face out of my palms. Slate just takes a sip of her beer. Everything is still silent. I look around trying not to make eye contact. Tears are still going down my face. "I'm going to bed." I go to my room. I put my face into my pillow and cry.
How did I get such a low score? I did do something good. Did I? I look at my pillow and find it soaking wet from my tears. An avox enters my room and I ask if she can get me some milk and cookies. That's what the maid gave me when the master beat me to where I was bleeding. It help me get to sleep after a hard night. The avox comes in with the milk and cookies. I eat and drink the milk. I suddenly slip into a deep sleep.
I'm so sorry these chapters are so short and it took me long to update because of school and all so ya. I HOPE YOU LIKE IT THANKS!