The careers

In the ruins of a place once known as North America lies the nation of Panem, a shining Capitol surrounded by twelve outlying districts. The Capitol is harsh and cruel and keeps the districts in line by forcing them all to send a boy and a girl between the ages of twelve and eighteen to participate in the annual Hunger Games, a fight to the death on live tv Sixteen year old Larah Thors regards it as a death sentence when she volunteers to take her boyfriends sister place in the Hunger Games and her boyfriend,Cato, gets chosen aswell. Fighting for both Cato and Larah is second nature. They are natural contenders being from district 2. Things may crumble when both Cato and Larah fight to keep each other alive. And to save the other they must sacrifice their own life. But to save him she will have to make choices that weigh survival against humanity and life against love. There can only be one winner


8. Score

That day was the day when we had to do our private session. I woke up early and had a big breakfast of bacon and eggs. Best to eat a good amount of fat. We headed down to the training centre and met up with Glimmer and Marvel. "What are you going to show the gamemakers?" Marvel asked Glimmer, Cato and I. "Swords," Cato answered. "Knives," I replied. "Bow," Glimmer said. "Well I'm showing them spears," Marvel said. "Marvel. District 1," the speakers rang out. Marvel straightened up his shoulders and walked into the training room. The rest of the tributes fell silent, waiting their turn. Cato put his arm around my shoulders and waited quietly. "Glimmer. District 1," The speakers said. "Cato. District 2."  "Throw straight," Cato said to me as he walked through the double doors into the training centre for his private session. It felt like forever before the speakers said "Larah. District 2." I squared my shoulders and walked into the large brightly-lit room. The gamemakers were all on the balcony waiting for me to appear. They started whispering when I walked infront of them. "And what will you be showing us today?" Seneca Crane asked me. "Throwing knives," I replied in a strong, loud voice. I walked over to the targets and held a handfull of sharp tipped knives. I squared up my shoulders and took aim. I was brilliant! I hit the centre every time. And I was fast too. I looked up at the gamemakers whose mouths were gaping. I'm guessing I did a good job? I threw some more which hit the centre everytime also. My time was up and I headed back to my room to meet up with Cherise, Cato and Enobaria. They were on the couch awaiting my arrival. As soon as I walked through the door Cherise asked how it went. "Good. I hit the centre every time," I said happily. "That's good. How was the gamemakers reaction?" she asked. "They looked shocked, actually," I said. "That's good. That means you left an impression," she said. I smiled and sat down next to Cato on the loveseat. "How was yours?" I asked him quietly. "It was great. I did heaps good," he said proudly. I snuggled in close to him, my hands resting on his chest. The next few hours were boring, waiting for the scores from the private training sessions on the screen. It started and I glued my eyes to the screen. "From district 1 Marvel with a score of... 9. Glimmer with a score of... 9," "From district 2... Cato with a score of...10. Larah with a score of... 10." A smile broadened on my face. This is what people from district 2 usually got but it was god damn good. I gave Cato a massive hug and turned to Enobaria. "We can work with that," she said with a smile. I turned my attention back to the screen. "From district 11, Rue, with a score of...7. Thresh with a score of... 10," Wow. He'd be a tough competitor. "From district 12 Peeta, with a score of...8. And lastly, Katniss, with a score of... 11," Ceaser Flickermen said then the screen went black. My mouth was hanging open, eyes wide, hate boiling, rage burning. How dare she! I know who I'm targeting in the arena. I looked at Cato, my mouth still gaping. He was angry. You could tell. His hands clenched into a fist, knuckles white, teeth gritted. Oh, he was mad alright. Suddenly all the excitement from our scores was gone and our hate for Katniss took it's place. I stormed off to my room to get changed before going to Cato's room to get some sleep.

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