Tension,bows,and knives[Woody]
Sept 16, 2012 11:11:34 GMT -5
Post by serum on Sept 16, 2012 11:11:34 GMT -5
Another day of training. I'm sick of the inside of this building. The things that I used to loose myself in-the archery, the knife throwing, even swimming and running, they hold no enjoyment for me now. I can't say I expected that to last. I had hope in me somewhere that it would but it didn't. Nonetheless, I still excel at these tasks and any other that I am given. I need to be perfect. If I'm perfect my aunt will calm down with the crazy at home training sessions. And then she'll be proud of me and so will my parents. Then I can move back home and meet my little brother.
I shouldn't want these things but family is family even if they treat you like garbage. And it's not like they were asking for too much-they just wanted a child they could be proud of which wasn't something that I had been. I had been good in school yes, but I hadn't been very proficient at anything else. But now I'm practically a master at these tasks. I can't take pride in that but there are others who could if they so chose to.
I'm covered in sweat from training so much today. I pushed myself farther than I should have and I think I may have pulled a muscle in my back and chest-it hurts when I breathe. I still have the bow on my back and an empty quiver on my hip. There had been twenty four arrows to start with and now they were all buried in a practice dummy's head and chest.
After I yank them all out and put them in the quiver I set the bow and quiver down and head for the locker room. It's a huge room with a sterile feel to it. We can't have our potential victors falling ill in their own training facility. That wouldn't give the right impression. I open my locker and pull out my change of clothes and shower quickly.I hate being naked here-there's no real sense of privacy. I make a point to stay as clean as possible.
When I leave the locker room I look around at all the teenagers training. There are so many other people here, I don't even know how we all fit. As I head for the door I start thinking about what it would be like for my family to be proud of me, to not get hit anymore and to not feel bad for usually being a happy person. I really should have been paying more attention because as I'm walking I run right into someone and knock them and myself over.
I shouldn't want these things but family is family even if they treat you like garbage. And it's not like they were asking for too much-they just wanted a child they could be proud of which wasn't something that I had been. I had been good in school yes, but I hadn't been very proficient at anything else. But now I'm practically a master at these tasks. I can't take pride in that but there are others who could if they so chose to.
I'm covered in sweat from training so much today. I pushed myself farther than I should have and I think I may have pulled a muscle in my back and chest-it hurts when I breathe. I still have the bow on my back and an empty quiver on my hip. There had been twenty four arrows to start with and now they were all buried in a practice dummy's head and chest.
After I yank them all out and put them in the quiver I set the bow and quiver down and head for the locker room. It's a huge room with a sterile feel to it. We can't have our potential victors falling ill in their own training facility. That wouldn't give the right impression. I open my locker and pull out my change of clothes and shower quickly.I hate being naked here-there's no real sense of privacy. I make a point to stay as clean as possible.
When I leave the locker room I look around at all the teenagers training. There are so many other people here, I don't even know how we all fit. As I head for the door I start thinking about what it would be like for my family to be proud of me, to not get hit anymore and to not feel bad for usually being a happy person. I really should have been paying more attention because as I'm walking I run right into someone and knock them and myself over.
