"You better run, better run." — Foster the People, Pumped Up Kicks

It's our last day of training, so Coco hurries us down to the training room extra early.

When I ask why, though, she just says: 'It can't hurt to be early!' in an extremely high pitched voice. So I just sigh and grit my teeth and stick through it.

Me and Finnegan stick to survival skills yet again, before we both go to the bow & arrows' section of the training room. We also practiced on this weapon yesterday after a while on the various survival skills. Selene and Finnick said it's good to have a little skill with a weapon other than your preferred one, just in case you don't reach it at the cornucopia. Which is unlikely, but still possible, as they said earlier.

We're now sat at our lunch table awaiting our turn to show the game makers what we've got in the private sessions. District 2's boy is currently in there right now, and so it'll be my turn before I know it.

'So what will you show them?' Finnegan asks me over the table. It's just us two at our lunch table now, as the rest of the Careers have already entered their private session and left, probably successful. The Careers nearly always get high scores, and I doubt this'll be any different.

'My skill with the spear, mostly. Maybe I'll make a couple of nets as well, then use the bow and arrow,' I say. I suppose Finnegan will do something a bit similar, but I just hope for both our sakes that he decides to change his routine up a bit, seeing as he goes after me. The twin act wouldn't go down well, and the gamemakers would see it as unoriginal, fixing us both with low scores and endangering our alliance with the Careers. 'What about you?'

'I'll just show off the knife skill, then make a couple of small hooks out of the materials around the room,' he says. That'd be impressive enough, I suppose.

'Show that you can use a bow & arrow as well, briefly,' I advise him.

'Alright.'

My name rings throughout the room through the speakers; it's time for my session.

I'm marched off by guards, only turning back to give an uneasy smile to Finnegan, and he gives me a smile and a thumbs up back. This encourages me a bit, so I stand up straighter and walk confidently into the room, ready to show what I've got.

'Absidee Odair, District 4,' I say clearly, and the game makers all swivel in their chairs to look at me. Luckily we're only 4, so they won't be that bored yet. Plus, I'm a past victor's cousin, Finnick Odair, nonetheless. And then I'm a Career. So I should have no problem gaining these game makers' attention.

I look at them all lounging back in their chairs.

I despise them.

Look at them, the arrogance radiating off of them.

They control mine and 23 others' lives for the next fortnight or so, and they seem to take this lightly.

Like a game. The game makers.

Knocking over a tree to murder a tribute? No problem. Setting up a wildfire? No problem. Designing mutts who are made especially to kill? It's their idea of fun.

They're evil. They are a part of what I despise in the Capitol. Why I despise the Capitol as a whole.

I throw a few spears, each of them landing on the desired target, which doesn't surprise me with all my years of fishing. Then I start to make a net quickly, and even more than that, tie a few knots quickly with expertise. I've practiced these particular knots for the majority of my life, so I tie them with ease. Being from District 4 gives one many advantages in the Hunger Games.

I then take up a bow and arrow, and begin to shakily shoot. I'm okay, but not perfect, and the games makers can see that. I just hope they'll appreciate that I have some skill, even if it's very little, with another weapon.

They dismiss me minutes later, and I wonder how I did. I think I did quite well, actually, so I'm glad.

My knots were tied with speed and the spears thrown with accuracy.

I just hope Finnegan does well as well.

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