The Hunger Games: Fresh Blood

Ok, so I love the Hunger Games. This is basically what I think the 76th Hunger Games would be like if there was no rebellion. Enjoy :)


9. Girl from district 3

When I come down to training the next morning, there are only three other boys and two other girls. The numbers on their backs state that they are from 3, the boy from my district, 6 and 12. The boy and the girl from district 12 are siblings. I didn't really remember anything else about the others, except that the careers this year looked really scary. I am only 15 and I don't really have any skills. I was always the dunce in my class, not getting how the complicated systems worked. I don't think I will survive very long. Thirty minutes at the most. I look over to the district 12 girl, whose name was... Sofie? Seffie? She stands waiting beside her brother, whose name I think was Tomas, arms folded. Around 10 minutes later all the tributes had gathered, and the trainer, Atala, began to talk.

"I am going to repeat what I say every year. Don't ignore the survival skills. They can save you as much as a knife will. Okay, now, no fighting with each other. There are trainers around the room to help you if you want to practice. Got that?"

We all nod and murmur 'Yes'.  Volmen, the boy from my district runs off to the sword area. Typical. I myself head over to the edible plants area, because the girl from district 12 is there. She smiles at me but doesn't say anything. First, I take the test. I have to choose which plants are edible and which are not. I am not totally stupid, so I use common sense. The bright berries must be harmful, so I move those over to the non-edible side. The green plants I am not so sure about, but I do my best. I get 14 out of the 20 plants there, but, as the trainer reminds me, even one bite can be your death. I make an effort to study each plant. I decide to do some weapons practice, and I walk over to the bows and arrows. A couple of career girls stand there, one with short blonde hair, and a really tall one with short brown hair. They whisper to each other. I take up a bow and fix the arrow in position. I let go and I hit the target in the wrist. I shoot again, and again until I have managed to hit the stomach of the target.

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