In the Training Center

Valeria Galloway disappears when she is training. She’s no longer the daughter of jewelry store owners. She is just another girl training to be tribute in the Hunger Games. She doesn’t like thinking about the fact she will have to kill in the Hunger Games but she knows she can do it. She only wanted to win so she could mock her parents they rest of their live. She hated them. They are the ones who assigned her the fate of being a future Career tribute. They just take care of her for the money and possible fame. Little do they know she won’t let the get any of that. They’ve trained her too well.

Right now she is zoning in on the trainer she is sparring with. She can tell the trainer is nervous, he ought to be nervous. She blocked another roundhouse kick. She found herself in a position to be but in a headlock, to avoid this she twisted her body around elbowing him in the gut giving her enough time to be able to twist away to a better distance. She sent a roundhouse with as much power she could muster into his side. He went down now groaning in pain on the ground. “Didn’t anyone tell you not to mess with me, or did you not know what I did to the last trainer who tried to pull something on me,” she snarled with a smirk. She walked away from the trainer, if he was smart he would quit otherwise they will meet again and she won’t be as merciful.

She had moved onto archery. She didn’t know why she even did archery but she supposed if she had to find foot she should know how to use one. She brought an arrow up to the string of the bow. She aimed for the head of a dummy about twenty feet away. Then she let the arrow go. As the first arrow was flying in the air she loaded up a second and tired at another dummy aiming for the stomach. After she shot off a few more arrows she decided to go look to see where they had ended up. She wasn’t happy at all when she realized two out of her six arrows had missed; she could do so much better. She now looked at the arrows that had hit. Two arrows to the head, one arrow to the stomach and one more to the dummy’s neck. She still wasn’t pleased with it. She fired six more arrows from the bow. This time they all hit. Two to stomach, two to the neck, one to the head and another in the chest where the heart would be. She was pleased with this and put the arrow back after pulling all of her arrows out of the dummies.

She had to trace her footsteps back to the beginning of the day to find her water bottle. Of course she also had to kill because someone had decided it would be funny to drink all her water and she knew who since they were laughing. She just walked away and filled up the water bottle, she wouldn’t give them the satisfaction of getting her mad. She just found herself a spot all to herself to drink her water. She was debating if she should do knives, swords or maces. She knew all three have been used before in Hunger Games, so which one would be most important. She had no idea. She would decide that in a bit, for right now she could enjoy the moment.

The next day, I forced my self to concentrate on my training. I wanted to go see Desjardins in the hospital but knew I would get in trouble if I did that right now. So instead, I focous on the dummy in front of me and fling a knife at it.