SHORT Remake of the Hunger Games!!

Training

The training lady tells us about the different centers in the training room. Archery. Brute. Weights. Survival. Camouflage. Just as she tells us to "Go" I turn away from the Brute center, where the Careers all crowd around calling which sword they want. I head over to the archery station. I quickly give up after I see that there is no one worse at Archer, than me. I'm barely strong enough to hold the bow, let along pull have the tough, resistant cord. I almost start crying right then and there at how useless, defenseless and weak I am. I quickly rub the back of my hand against my cheek and put the bow down. They can't see that. No. They know that I am physically weak. But I will die mentally strong.

Next I check out the daggers. "Hold it like this," the man shows me. "Now use your pointer finger to direct where you want the blade to go." He steps back, and I step to the side to face the dummies lining the wall. It has a red target, right over it's heart. I step forward with my left foot like I'm going to throw a ball, and I swing my right arm downwards. The blade sinks into the dummy, all right. But it clearly missed the target. The instructor laughed, and out of instinct, I spun around pointed the next blade at him. "Oh, don't get me!" Still slightly laughing, "Besides, I wasn't laughing because it was bad! I was laughing because you missed the target but you certainly would have gotten the job done, right?" I turn away from him and stare back to where the knife found it's victim. Right in the middle of the forehead. I smirk as I see some tributes gaping at the dummy. I throw a few more times, I'm not great, but I don't miss too much. I usually hit the dummy where it would stop a tribute from chasing me at least. As I get the hang of it, the man gets out a dummy with a rope coming out of its back. He ties it to a bar above and pushes the dummy so that it swings quickly along the bar. I turn quickly, facing the dummy always and I let loose another blade. It lands with such a loud, gross thud that more tributes turn this time to stare. Some in amazement. Some in fear. Some in appreciation. But however they are staring, they all stare at the same thing. The dummy with a black handle sticking out of it's stomach.

I try the camouflage, but I just look like a blob. I try survival, and I can tell most of the edible and poisonous plants, but the few I miss I know could literally be the death of me. I don't bother with the brute strength weapons, but work on the rest. At lunch I eat with Zorran, and District 9-11. A tall boy with sandy blonde hair and thick arms from District 10 talks to me and we get along fine. We talk about home, weapons, clothes and I find out his name is Thomas..........