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On
the
third
day
of
training
,
they
start
to
call
us
out
of
lunch
for
our
private
sessions
with
the
Gamemakers
.
District
by
district
,
first
the
boy
,
then
the
girl
tribute
.
As
usual
,
District
12
is
slated
to
go
last
.
We
linger
in
the
dining
room
,
unsure
where
else
to
go
.
No
one
comes
back
once
they
have
left
.
As
the
room
empties
,
the
pressure
to
appear
friendly
lightens
.
By
the
time
they
call
Rue
,
we
are
left
alone
.
We
sit
in
silence
until
they
summon
Peeta
.
He
rises
.
"
Remember
what
Haymitch
said
about
being
sure
to
throw
the
weights
.
"
The
words
come
out
of
my
mouth
without
permission
.
"
Thanks
.
I
will
,
"
he
says
.
"
You
.
shoot
straight
.
"
I
nod
.
I
do
n't
know
why
I
said
anything
at
all
.
Although
if
I
'm
going
to
lose
,
I
'd
rather
Peeta
win
than
the
others
.
Better
for
our
district
,
for
my
mother
and
Prim
.
After
about
fifteen
minutes
,
they
call
my
name
.
I
smooth
my
hair
,
set
my
shoulders
back
,
and
walk
into
the
gymnasium
.
Instantly
,
I
know
I
'm
in
trouble
.
They
've
been
here
too
long
,
the
Gamemakers
.
Sat
through
twenty-three
other
demonstrations
.
Had
too
much
to
wine
,
most
of
them
.
Want
more
than
anything
to
go
home
.
There
's
nothing
I
can
do
but
continue
with
the
plan
.
I
walk
to
the
archery
station
.
Oh
,
the
weapons
!
I
've
been
itching
to
get
my
hands
on
them
for
days
!
Bows
made
of
wood
and
plastic
and
metal
and
materials
I
ca
n't
even
name
.
Arrows
with
feathers
cut
in
flawless
uniform
lines
.
I
choose
a
bow
,
string
it
,
and
sling
the
matching
quiver
of
arrows
over
my
shoulder
.
There
's
a
shooting
range
,
but
it
's
much
too
limited
.
Standard
bull
's
-
eyes
and
human
silhouettes
.
I
walk
to
the
center
of
the
gymnasium
and
pick
my
first
target
.
The
dummy
used
for
knife
practice
.
Even
as
I
pull
back
on
the
bow
I
know
something
is
wrong
.
The
string
's
tighter
than
the
one
I
use
at
home
.
The
arrow
's
more
rigid
.
I
miss
the
dummy
by
a
couple
of
inches
and
lose
what
little
attention
I
had
been
commanding
.
For
a
moment
,
I
'm
humiliated
,
then
I
head
back
to
the
bull
's
-
eye
.
I
shoot
again
and
again
until
I
get
the
feel
of
these
new
weapons
Back
in
the
center
of
the
gymnasium
,
I
take
my
initial
position
and
skewer
the
dummy
right
through
the
heart
.
Then
I
sever
the
rope
that
holds
the
sandbag
for
boxing
,
and
the
bag
splits
open
as
it
slams
to
the
ground
.
Without
pausing
,
I
shoulder-roll
forward
,
come
up
on
one
knee
,
and
send
an
arrow
into
one
of
the
hanging
lights
high
above
the
gymnasium
floor
.
A
shower
of
sparks
bursts
from
the
fixture
.
It
's
excellent
shooting
.
I
turn
to
the
Gamemakers
.
A
few
are
nodding
approval
,
but
the
majority
of
them
are
fixated
on
a
roast
pig
that
has
just
arrived
at
their
banquet
table
.
Suddenly
I
am
furious
,
that
with
my
life
on
the
line
,
they
do
n't
even
have
the
decency
to
pay
attention
to
me
.
That
I
'm
being
upstaged
by
a
dead
pig
.
My
heart
starts
to
pound
,
I
can
feel
my
face
burning
.
Without
thinking
,
I
pull
an
arrow
from
my
quiver
and
send
it
straight
at
the
Gamemakers
'
table
.
I
hear
shouts
of
alarm
as
people
stumble
back
.
The
arrow
skewers
the
apple
in
the
pig
's
mouth
and
pins
it
to
the
wall
behind
it
.
Everyone
stares
at
me
in
disbelief
.
"
Thank
you
for
your
consideration
,
"
I
say
.
Then
I
give
a
slight
bow
and
walk
straight
toward
the
exit
without
being
dismissed
.
