It's the first day of training, and I'm no nervous I'm missing the targets without even trying. Some of the Careers, who I've already told I'm not joining, laugh at me. They're grateful that I talked them out of recruiting me. Of course, being as small as I am, it hurts to hear their words through laughter. Eventually, after hours of warming up my arm with knife throwing, I crack.
"SHUT UP!" I turn and yell at the girl from District One, I think it's Leah. She glares at me, with her muscles tensing, ten times greater than mine. I regret screaming, but only for about three seconds. The boy from her District comes to her social rescue.
"What do you think you are puny?" He says, turning to the rest of their crew. I smile sweetly.
"I like that I am the girl who's going to beat you out in the games." I say in a sing song voice. He steps toward me, just a few inches from my face.
"Oh really? In that case you might want to start hitting that target." He whispers and smiles. I return his sarcasm.
"Oh, well, that can be fixed." I take a knife from the rack on the wall, and he does the same.
"I'm Kennedy, future victor." I reach out to shake his hand. He pulls away.
"Doger, the guy who's going to kill you." I skae my head, and throw it back, cracking my neck.
"Whatever. Go for it." He nods.
"I will." He brings back the knife, flexing his huge muscles. He's ridiculous, however, his knife hits directly one centimeter above the bulls eye. The other Tributes smile, expecting me to bow out at that.
"That's cute, did your mommy teach you that?" I ask sweetly. His eyes go from victorious to defensive.
"And you can do better?"
"Of course I can sweetie pie." I answer, and step a couple feet back from the target. I don't even take my time to aim, just throw on instinct. In two seconds since I started throwing, I hit the black dot the size of my finger tip. I face the careers, who look baffled.
"How cute was that?" I face Leah again, she grips the shoulder of Doger.
"Fine. It's on." He throws three knives all at once, each hitting the dot. I laugh, and stock my newly-cut leggings like I have at home. I jump in the air and flip, landing on my feet and immediately throw. It couldn't have been more perfect. He gives up, knowing he can't beat me in knives, but he grabs a bow taller than me. I get one to fit me, and fire at a human sized target. If it were to be real, they would've dropped dead on impact. Doger does the same, only faster, firing two in my speed, each hitting. I roll my eyes, he thinks he's hot stuff.
"I learn from the best." He says, assuming he beat me.
"Oh yeah, try this, you know Evelyn, last year's victor?" He nods.
"What was her last name?" I ask, he takes a second, and answers.
"You want to take a guess what my last name is?" He turns grave. "it's Shadownight." I continue. He takes a minute to dwell on it before trying to counter it.
"And that makes you any better because?"
"Because? Because I learned from the best. Not you." Doger can't take any more of my taunting, and he lunges at me. Not that I'm worried. I knee him in the neck, them when his head bounces back up, I use my wrist to knock it back down. He grabs my ankles, twisting me down. I stomp on his arm, and he lets go. Peacekeepers come before I can do any real damage, although I did a number on his neck, and fractured his wrist.
**Two Hours Later**
"What the heck is that matter with you?!" Dash yells at me, I turn my head down.
"Hey, he deserved it." Fisher defends, but I still don't trust him.
"You stay out of it." I whisper, and both him and Dash leave.
Over the next few days I stay low profile, and avoid Doger at any means possible. He gives me glares every minute, but I ignore them. I continue to miss the targets on purpose. Othet Tributes purposely approach me, and one up my skills, but I don't start any fights. As they say, there's plenty time for that in the arena.