Groaning I woke up on the floor in the morning and vaguely remembered eating a load of food and then falling asleep immediately only waking up when I fell out of bed in the middle of the night but had been to lazy to get back in bed. Standing up I stretched a bit. The last two days of training and been exactly like the first. Me going from station to station and me, Jack, and Ivory sharing tips and stuff. Today was the private lesson thingy where Finnick explained that I would show off to the GameMakers and then they would give me a score on how impressive it was. I wanted a high score to seem intimidating but at the same time I didn't want to have a massive target in my back when I entered the games. I sighed and finally hopped up off the ground and changed into the clothes that if been wearing for the last few days though I suspected that they must have Avox's wash they because they're always clean. Slipping on my shoes and tying them I walked out of my room, a slight skip to my step. This was gonna be an interesting day...
"Hey Finnick!" I said cheerily.
"How strong was your coffee this morin red?" Finnick slurred to tired to string a real sentence together.
"Haven't had any yet and at this rate I might just skip it!" I said and then proceeded to do just that whilst Finnick just shook his head and poured himself a MASSIVE cup of coffee. Once I had finished, and Jackson had scarfed down some fruit and oatmeal, we hopped onto the elevator to the room where we would 'preform' for the GameMakers. We sat down on a bench with everyone else in order of when we would be called. I kept my gaze straight forward at the wall and my hands clasped tightly in my lap as I devised a plan to show off my skills.
When my name was called I could have sworn Jackson went like 10 shades paler so I turned his way and gave him a reassuring smile. I walked confidently into the room, turning as the door slammed shut behind me. I noticed the food and wine on the table in front of them almost immediately and felt bad for the last few tributes. I nodded once at the GameMakers, stating my name and district, before launching into action. I grabbed a trident and, with it strapped to my back, completed the ropes course. Only stopping at the top of the netting to throw it at a dummy hitting it straight through the heart. When I got done with that rather quickly I moved onto the second part of my plan and grabbed a sheath if throwing knives and a bow. Grabbing the longer knives I positioned them onto the bow the way you do with an arrow and fired multiple knives at a dummy hitting it in the head, heart, and neck. Then I looked at the GameMakers nodded once more and walked out a different exit on the other side of the room.
When I got back to the floor we were on it was around lunch time so I snagged a plate with a sandwich and some fruit and ate in my own room. Finnick had said that we wouldn't have anything to do until they announced the scores so the minute I finished lunch I pulled a book down from the shelf in the room and slipped into the world of the Maze Runner.
I was shaken from my book by Jack who had come in to tell me that it was time for the televised scores. We walked silently to the other room where we were greeted by Finnick and Maggs. Right when I had gotten comfortable on a couch with a super fluffy blanket the television screen lit up tuning its self into one of the many stations that plays capital announcements.
We listened closely as Flickerman called out names and scores. 1-3 did well as always with scores between 7-10 and now it was our turn.
"Kaytlin Huxley with a score of... 9!" He proclaimed.
"And Jackson Grey with a score of 7!"
He hopped up and started celebrating with the others but I stayed sitting and Finnick glance over at me.
"What's up Kat? You did great, celebrate a bit aye?!?"
"I'll celebrate when Jackson or me wins the games. Until then I do believe I will restrain myself from acting like a raging lunatic." I answered sarcasm seeping into my words.
"Suit yourself though I don't exactly appreciate being called a 'raging lunatic'" Finnick said frowning slightly.
"Oh I'm so sorry for all the mean, awful, accurate things I said." Fake sorriness evident.
He cracked a smile at that and we both laughed a bit before I retired early to finish my book.

I know, I know it's been forever since I last updated but at least this chapter is 844 words long! (Not including authors note) I am working on a different book though and it is at 8,000 words for the first chapter soooo...
Anyways catch you in the flip side my little cucumbers!