Training is simple, there's all these stations you go to, then you train and train at different ones and then at the end the Gamemakers from the Capeetol give you a rating out of twelve. But first our mentor, the last boy or girl victor depending on your gender will give you guidance on what to do during it. So, since there's only one alive, Feta and I must be sharing a mentor, which means it must be... Heybich.
Oh dear.
I have a meeting with him today, so I suppose I'll be sharing it with the hot dude. It must be a secret that I kinda love him because if he's the last one left in the games, no one will be too surprised if I must kill him, so that's that! Speaking of which, they are both walking in right now. Heybich is holding a bottle of red wine about a meter long and is in a tuxedo. Feta is still wearing that blue shirt from the reaping, it looks so good on him. Feta sits next to me, it's a start, and Heybich sits across from us. We are silent for a while.
"Heybich," I say slowly.
"If you call me that one more time," if this were a cartoon, steam would be rushing out his nose.
"NO! No, Heybich, I mean't your actual name, not... that. Anyways, what shall we train to do in training?" I asked.
"Dunno," he shrugs and takes another big sip of his wine. "What you wanna do, I guess?"
"Seriously, Heybich!" Feta stands up, suddenly angry. "We could die because of your drink!"
He holds the bottle tight, suddenly protective of it, and I thought I was messed up, "you insult the drink, you insult me! You're angry at the drink, you're angry at me, and no one is angry at me!"
"No, no Heybich, I didn't mean tha-"
"NOW YOU'RE CALLING ME A *****! YOU IDIOTS MENTOR YOURSELVES IF YOU THINK YOU'RE SO MUCH BETTER THAN ME!" He storms out lf the room, slamming the door behind him.
We turn to each other.
Now we're really doomed for training.
But oh well. We practice knot tying, trap setting and nature. I can't do any of does things, I realise, so maybe I really won't win. I'll try the bow and arrow, I s'pose. As soon as I grab the bow and arrows, a power surges through me, like I am immortal. I shoot the arrow, it swivels, it turns...
It hits the middle of the target
YES! I FEEL SO STRONG! I AM SPINNING SHOOTING ARROWS RAPIDLY, I AM SO COOL, I AM SO COOOOOOL! YES! YES! YEEEESSSS!
It takes a moment to realise everyone is watching me. They're all crouching in the corners of the room, covering their eyes. Arrows are dotted around all areas of the room. Coo is actually starting to cry, bless her, but everyone else stares at me furiously. I may have gotten a bit carried away...
But that won't stop me from presenting it to the Gamemakers.