Training {never} alone/// {Puppy}

Each and every individual in the training center, at least in my mind, has one purpose - to be the best, but it's already decided that the best has stepped into the building when my feet walked through the door. Nobody here could perform better than me because every second of my life has been devoted to training. One day, I will enter the hunger games with the chance of bringing honor to my family, and that will happen because it's my goal to walk out of the arena alive, victorious, as the people chant my name over and over and over again. It's my only hope that people know me for being violet, cool, cold blooded because the trainers here show me that murdering in cold blood is perfectly okay.

My eyes glance around the room watching as the newer trainees pick up a weapon for what looks like the first time. Swords fly through the air clashing with one another mixes with the sound of the grunts as a blow is landed upon them. It's been so long since training was new to me, yet I remember it just like it was yesterday. The first time my father brought me into the training center he handed me a sword and told me to fight him. He was cruel and uncaring that I wanted a life, but thanks to him the chance of going into the games and returning home has grown larger. Knowing that each individual in this room right now has the same objective makes me want to train harder and longer until they all see I am the best.

That's when I see her out of the corner of my eye. She's obviously a bit younger than me, but nonetheless, she's here in the training center training for the games just as I am. I can't help but notice the way her dark brown hair flows down her back making her look extremely mature, but that never means anything. She holds knives in her hand throwing them towards a dummy with near perfect aim, and it's obvious that she's here for one thing - to prove she's better than me which will never happen.

Quickly, I turn away from her heading towards the dummy where my spear is embedded. My heart races under my chest moving faster, faster, faster as butterflies dance in my stomach. The tips of my fingers start tingling as my eyes turn back towards her. Something about her is different from every other person I've seen here. Heat burns my cheeks turning them a bright red. I turn my head side to side cracking my neck as a large grin grows across my face. My hand runs through my hair as my feet drag me towards the dummy forcing my gaze away from her.

My hand flies forward drawing the spear out of the dummy. My stride quickens returning to the place where I was originally standing. My eyes turn back towards the girl, and a large grin plasters against my face spreading from ear to ear. I tap my spear against the ground before turning away from her for the last time. My eyes stare at the target standing in front of me, and I raise the spear into the air aiming straight for the heart. My hand flies through the air releasing the spear, and it flies through the air in slow motion before landing where the heart would be. Even a girl can't distract me, or can she?

"You need to stop trying to distract me."

(Lyrics: Don't Stop Belivin' by Journey)

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"Hearing 626187"
"Speech 588272"
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Spears are amazing weapons. They can be used for many things: fishing, fighting, throwing, fighting. It doesn't take much for a spear to turn into a deadly weapon although a trident is much better. Many times when I'm out on the boats fishing, a spear is my weapon of choice. All that needs to be done is dropping the nets into the water, catching a bunch of fish, then slamming the spear inside them one by one. It may be cruel to the little fish, but it's nothing compared to what it can do to a human. All I've ever wanted to do was jab a spear straight through someone's heart and watch as they fall to the ground, dead, never to return. Or even jabbing a spear into a person's neck and watch as they bleed out on the ground as blood pours from the arteries hidden inside the neck. In the end, victory will be mine because nobody is capable of defeating me.

My eyes turn back towards the girl that's throwing knives. It's amazing what a little distraction can do, and seeing how frustrated it makes her brings a huge grin upon my face. Watching the knife fly way off course hitting the dummy's thumb causes me to burst out laughing. In training I was taught to never let anyone to distract me even if a person was talking to me. My eyes must stay fixed on the target not letting my guard down, and it's obvious that she's never mastered how to do that. She twirls around looking at me as laughter continues pouring from my mouth into the air. It's impossible not to laugh because she's not as good as me, and she'll never be as good as me because I am the best career there ever was.

"How was I distracting you?"

Quickly, I run one of my hands through my hair spreading my fingers apart like a comb. My tongue slides across my lips as the laughter slowly ceases. My jaw clenches tight as a scowl forms on my face. Nobody has ever questioned me like this, but perhaps it's only out of aggravation. My eyes fix on her for a moment before I turn away leaving my back towards her. I march over towards the dummy holding my spear. My hands swing wildly at my side as lips smack against one another in a mocking way. She thinks she's better than me, and that will not happen. It's my duty to be the best, and no matter what happens, I will prove I am the best there ever was.

In a sharp motion, the spear is removed from the dummy as I turn back and face her. Every step I take, the tip of the spear taps against the ground. Tap. Tap. Tap. My tongue runs along my teeth again as a large grin spreads across my face growing from ear to ear. She's the weakest one in the entire facility even the new trainees. I bet anyone of them could beat her, and there's not a damn thing she can do about it. One of them couldn't lay a finger on me, but it doesn't mean anything because it's obvious. Nobody out trains me. Nobody works as hard as me. The day my feet land in the arena will be the day district four gets a worth victor - I will make sure of it.

"You want to show me how good you are. You think your better than me; therefore, you are trying to prove yourself, and I find that distracting."

(Lyrics: Don't Stop Belivin' by Journey)

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Thoughts C1A782
"Hearing 626187"
"Speech 588272"
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Every day I'm awake and capable of training, my feet step into the center. It's amazing watching people train because they long to prove they are the best, but that doesn't need to happen because I've already proved it. Each day my life is placed before everyone in here knowing that they are watching me, but it doesn't matter. Today may be spent showing this lady here how good I really am. It pisses me off that she thinks she's better than me tossing those knives around like they are nothing. They are small - anyone can throw a knife even the dumbest of tributes.

Watching her throw the knives like they are nothing isn't surprising. Anyone can throw knives because they are small. Part of me wonders if she could throw a spear with accuracy, and the question will rise here shortly, but first that cocky smile needs to be slapped off her face. She's the worse career in the area because she thinks she can throw knives at a dummy. A large grin grows against my face as my tongue slides along the front of my teeth. It's time for this little girl to watch and learn. I continue tapping the spear against the ground as she throws the knife into the heart of a dummy.

"Way to kill a dummy. I bet you couldn't do that if you were in the games. People are moving in the games, not standing still like this here innocent dummy."

I laugh as the words fall out of my mouth as I carry the spear towards another target that slides across the stance moving from side to side. I hold the spear in my hand held next to my ear. I watch the dummy timing it as it moves in front of me. Each time it goes by is another second to prep to show this girl I am the best. When the dummy is standing in front of me, I throw the spear as hard as possible towards the center. Everything moves in slow motion as my eyes watch the spear flying through the air. It sticks in the stomach of the dummy with a satisfying thud. A grin spreads widely across my face.

"Let me see you do this?"


(Lyrics: Don't Stop Belivin' by Journey)

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Thoughts C1A782
"Hearing 626187"
"Speech 588272"
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