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Now that I know sheˇs there； itˇs hard to ignore the child。 She slips up and joins us at different stations。 Like me； sheˇs clever with plants； climbs swiftly； and has good aim。 She can hit the target every time with a slingshot。 But what is a slingshot against a 220…pound male with a sword？
Back on the District 12 floor； Haymitch and Effie grill us throughout breakfast and dinner about every moment of the day。 What we did； who watched us； how the other tributes size up。 Cinna and Portia arenˇt around； so thereˇs no one to add any sanity to the meals。 Not that Haymitch and Effie are fighting anymore。 Instead they seem to be of one mind； determined to whip us into shape。 Full of endless directions about what we should do and not do in training。 Peeta is more patient； but I bee fed up and surly。
When we finally escape to bed on the second night； Peeta mumbles； ¨Someone ought to get Haymitch a drink。〃
I make a sound that is somewhere between a snort and a laugh。 Then catch myself。 Itˇs messing with my mind too much； trying to keep straight when weˇre supposedly friends and when weˇre not。 At least when we get into the arena； Iˇll know where we stand。 ¨Donˇt。 Donˇt letˇs pretend when thereˇs no one around。〃
¨All right； Katniss；〃 he says tiredly。 After that； we only talk in front of people。
On the third day of training； they start to call us out of lunch for our private sessions with the Gamemakers。 District by district； first the boy； then the girl tribute。 As usual； District 12 is slated to go last。 We linger in the dining room； unsure where else to go。 No one es back once they have left。 As the room empties； the pressure to appear friendly lightens。 By the time they call Rue； we are left alone。 We sit in silence until they summon Peeta。 He rises。
¨Remember what Haymitch said about being sure to throw the weights。〃 The words e out of my mouth without permission。
¨Thanks。 I will；〃 he says。 ¨You 。 。 。 shoot straight。〃
I nod。 I donˇt know why I said anything at all。 Although if Iˇm going to lose； Iˇd rather Peeta win than the others。 Better for our district； for my mother and Prim。
After about fifteen minutes； they call my name。 I smooth my hair； set my shoulders back； and walk into the gymnasium。 Instantly； I know Iˇm in trouble。 Theyˇve been here too long； the Gamemakers。 Sat through twenty…three other demonstrations。 Had too much to wine； most of them。 Want more than anything to go home。
Thereˇs nothing I can do but continue with the plan。 I walk to the archery station。 Oh； the weapons！ Iˇve been itching to get my hands on them for days！ Bows made of wood and plastic and metal and materials I canˇt even name。 Arrows with feathers cut in flawless uniform lines。 I choose a bow； string it； and sling the matching quiver of arrows over my shoulder。 Thereˇs a shooting range； but itˇs much too limited。 Standard bullˇs…eyes and human silhouettes。 I walk to the center of the gymnasium and pick my first target。 The dummy used for knife practice。 Even as I pull back on the bow I know something is wrong。 The stringˇs tighter than the one I use at home。 The arrowˇs more rigid。 I miss the dummy by a couple of inches and lose what little attention I had been manding。 For a moment； Iˇm humiliated； then I head back to the bullˇs…eye。 I shoot again and again until I get the feel of these new weapons。
Back in the center of the gymnasium； I take my initial position and skewer the dummy right through the heart。 Then I sever the rope that holds the sandbag for boxing； and the bag splits open as it slams to the ground。 Without pausing； I shoulder…roll forward； e up on one knee； and send an arrow into one of the hanging lights high above the gymnasium floor。 A shower of sparks bursts from the fixture。
Itˇs excellent shooting。 I turn to the Gamemakers。 A few are nodding approval； but the majority of them are fixated on a roast pig that has just arrived at their banquet table。
Suddenly I am furious； that with my life on the line； they donˇt even have the decency to pay attention to me。 That Iˇm being upstaged by a dead pig。 My heart starts to pound； I can feel my face burning。 Without thinking； I pull an arrow from my quiver and send it straight at the Gamemakersˇ table。 I hear shouts of alarm as people stumble back。 The arrow skewers the apple in the pigˇs mouth and pins it to the wall behind it。 Everyone stares at me in disbelief。
¨Thank you for your consideration；〃 I say。 Then I give a slight bow and walk straight toward the exit without being dismissed。
8
As I stride toward the elevator； I fling my bow to one side and my quiver to the other。 I brush past the gaping Avoxes who guard the elevators and hit the number twelve button with my fist。 The doors slide together and I zip upward。 I actually make it back to my floor before the tears start running down my cheeks。 I can hear the others calling me from the sitting room； but I fly down the hall into my room； bolt the door； and fling myself onto my bed。 Then I really begin to sob。
Now Iˇve done it！ Now Iˇve ruined everything！ If Iˇd stood even a ghost of chance； it vanished when I sent that arrow flying at the Gamemakers。 What will they do to me now？ Arrest me？ Execute me？ Cut my tongue and turn me into an Avox so I can wait on the future tributes of Panem？ What was I thinking； shooting at the Gamemakers？ Of course； I wasnˇt； I was shooting at that apple because I was so angry at being ignored。 I wasnˇt trying to kill one of them。 If I were； theyˇd be dead！
Oh； what does it matter？ Itˇs not like I was going to win the Games anyway。 Who cares what they do to me？ What really scares me is what they might do to my mother and Prim； how my family might suffer now because of my impulsiveness。 Will they take their few belongings； or send my mother to prison and Prim to the munity home； or kill them？ They wouldnˇt kill them； would they？ Why not？ What do they care？
I should have stayed and apologized。 Or laughed； like it was a big joke。 Then maybe I would have found some leniency。 But instead I stalked out of the place in the most disrespectful manner possible。
Haymitch and Effie are knocking on my door。 I shout for them to go away and eventually they do。 It takes at least an hour for me to cry myself out。 Then I just lay curled up on the bed； stroking the silken sheets； watching the sun set over the artificial candy Capitol。
At first； I expect guards to e for me。 But as time passes； it seems less likely。 I calm down。 They still need a girl tribute from District 12； donˇt they？ If the Gamemakers want to punish me； they can do it publicly。 Wait until Iˇm in the arena and sic starving wild animals on me。 You can bet theyˇll make sure I donˇt have a bow and arrow to defend myself。
Before that though； theyˇll give me a score so low； no one in their right mind would sponsor me。 Thatˇs what will happen tonight。 Since the training isnˇt open to viewers； the Gamemakers announce a score for each player。 It gives the audience a starting place for the betting that will continue throughout the Games。 The number； which is between one and twelve； one being irredeemably bad and twelve being unattainably high； signifies the promise of the tribute。