Share All Our Dreams or Not Say a Word {Finley/Jayne} Blitz

Training in the Training Center for the Hunger Games was a point I never thought that I'd get to in my life, but there I was, at the young age of fifteen, training to kill and out-survive twenty-three other tributes in the Eighty-First Annual Hunger Games. This wouldn't be like last year, either. Last year, all the tributes got to survive, even if they were killed and ripped apart in the arena. The same couldn't be said this year. If you died in this arena, you were dead, permanently.

That's why I knew I had to train. No matter how much of a pacifist I'd been throughout my life, I couldn't be on in the Hunger Games. You couldn't get through the Games alive without fighting. Plus, even if you didn't care if you survived or not, your death wouldn't necessarily be quick and painful, so I'd decided that it was best to just train so that I could try to win. At first, I wasn't quite sure where to start, but I eventually settled on hand-to-hand combat. Maybe I could find another tribute who was willing to help my out in my training. Sure, it wasn't always best to help one another when you were going to try to be killing each other later, but friends weren't a bad thing, in my opinion.

Over at the mats where people often trained in unarmed combat, I saw another girl. This girl had vibrant red hair, and I was pretty sure I recognized her as being from District Four. I wasn't entirely sure, though. I approached her, hoping for the best. Hopefully, making friends would go over better here than it had on the train to the Capitol from my home in Twelve.

"Hey, I was wondering if you wanted to spar a little bit." I said to her. "I'm Jayne, by the way." I gave her a polite smile and hoped for the best.

"Cause I'll never be
What they want me to be"