Credit goes to Suzanne Collins and Kakima54
Imagine this. Foxface didn't eat the berries laid out by peeta. She made it to the final 4. Cato died, and She became the final 3 with Katniss and Peeta. Peeta too weak to fight, Katniss unwilling, and Foxface too weak, what would happen to the games?
Katniss is holding her bow. It is pointed straight at my heart. Her eyes are filled with fire. She pulls the string back tighter. I am on the ground, weak and helpless. Her angers flickers as she releases the string.
I sit up with start. Every night since I got back from town two weeks ago, I've had terrible nightmares about the games. About the power that has been forced upon me. About the future. About the mentoring I have to do. The victory tour. The spark we have lit.
I lay back in bed and I start again when the phone rings throughout the house. I pull myself out of bed and stumble onto the landing to the nearest phone. I throw myself down on the armchair next to it and pick up the phone.
There is immediate babbling from the other end. It is Joy's high pitched Capitol Accent squealing down the phone. She finally pauses to take a breathe and I say ''Hello'' quietly. She Regains composure and tells me that I need to find a talent. She says that today I will have to go to the station to get some supplies for the different talents she has planned for me. I tell her I will and then she hanga up, telling me she will ring me Soon. I am still half asleep so I go down stairs and make a hot chocolate and I eat some bread. There is a knock at the door and Emily walks into the kitchen before I can answer it. ''Hi'' she says. ''Joy told me that you had to go and get your talent supplies today. I thought I would come with you''. She goes into the living room and I go upstairs to get dressed. I don't look at what I'm pulling on and then I run downstairs again. I need to get away from the most recent nightmare.
Me and Emily walk down the back path of Victors Village towards town and the train station. We mostly walk In silence, only talking about the things we like most about town. I ask Emily about her talent and she tells me that she dances and every year during the games they drag her back to show something off. Her mentor was a now elderly lady called Abigail. She won the 9th games. Emily won the 59th. Gideon won the 47th. We finally get to the station and I pick up three packages addressed to ''Miss '. I carry two and Emily carries another. We dump them on the dining room table and I open the smallest.
It contains a Flute, a Music book, dried roses, canvases and water colour paints. I take out the flute and the book. There is another knock on the door and my best friend Alisa comes in. She says she saw me pick up the packages and wanted to see me try everything. I take the flute out first and try and play one of the most simple tunes. I try to learn the notes but it soon shows I have no musical talent. There is a note in the box telling me to try flower arranging with the dried flowers, but I make it look as if a bomb hit the box of flowers. My fingers are not light enough to arrange the flowers neatly. I try for 20 minuites before I throw them across the room in frustration. Alisa puts down the flute she is learning and laughs at me. Then she carrys on playing, a sweet simple melody. She has natural musical ability.
I attempt painting with the water colours but I put too much water or not enough and the colours blur together before the picture is even finished. Me and Emily laugh about it and go to open the next box. Inside is the pieces of a mannequin and some fabrics. I almost burst out laughing because I would never be able to design anything fashionable. I throw that box to the side quickly. In the third box, there are some ballet shoes, a book on gymnastics and a dolls head. She suggest I could try Hair styling with the head, but my fingers get tangled and we have to cut them out. I don't stop laughing for a while. Every time I stop, I look over at the dolls cut hair and laugh again. Emily and Alisa join in and soon we are all giggling. I finally pull on the dance shoes and read up on how to do some simple moves. I am surprisingly naturally flexible and good at gymnastics, but Emily concludes the Capitol probably won't approve, but she promises to ring the escort anyway. She and Alisa finally go home at 10:30. I go straight to bed, prepared for another night of nightmares. I don't want to start any revolution. But I don't know how much longer the people of five can last.