Training the best [open]

Jacks eyes opened with sudden realization, today was the day where he would train with other people preparing themselves for the Hunger Games. His Father had organized the training session without his consent. 'How could he!' Jack screamed in his mind as he rolled out of bed, his Father always seemed to go against whatever he wanted, first it was the private tutors who tried to teach him math and history. Jack refused to learn, besides, he could do math equations in his sleep it was that easy.

Jack started dressing himself for the training session, not much he could do to stop it now and besides, a grin played at the edges of his lips, it would be fun showing the others how much better then them he was. He caught his own eye in the mirror and gazed at the toned muscle that stretched through his body. He was fit, strong and good looking in his own eyes. His Mother often complimented him for his own good looks, it brought a rare smile to his lips every time.

He exited his room and the house without a word and walked down to the field that his Father had designated the training field. He was early, he refused to not be the first person there and he wasn't disappointed as far as he could tell. His eyes cast a cursory glance over the field, there were racks of wooden and metal weapons of all descriptions, all of them blunted to prevent the possible injuring or death of a trainee. Not that Jack cared, he didn't intend on getting hit by anyone today. He removed his jumper, revealing the slim fitting singlet underneath and tracksuit pants to go with. His sneakers were almost shiny new as he had worn them only a few times, he had only just broken them in.

The sun had only just set itself above the treeline at the far end of the field near where the targets for the archery were stationed. Jack expected that the others should be here soon. His father had placed public invitations and notices all over District One. Jack only hoped that this open invitation would not attract any weak little kids who were in over their heads, if any did show up, Jack would be sure to teach them their place.

Jack didn't wait for the others to get here, he picked up a wooden sword and began hacking at a training dummy. His blows swift and hard, each time he connected a dull thud echoed through field. He hoped that people would arrive soon so he could show them what he could really do.