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was appealing in some way. It’s weird, how much he’s noticed
me. Like the attention he’s paid to my hunting. And apparently,
I have not been as oblivious to him as I imagined, either.
The flour. The wrestling. I have kept track of the boy with the
bread.
It’s almost ten. I clean my teeth and smooth back my hair
again. Anger temporarily blocked out my nervousness about
meeting the other tributes, but now I can feel my anxiety rising
again. By the time I meet Effie and Peeta at the elevator, I
catch myself biting my nails. I stop at once.
The actual training rooms are below ground level of our
building. With these elevators, the ride is less than a minute.
The doors open into an enormous gymnasium filled with various
weapons and obstacle courses. Although it’s not yet ten,
we’re the last ones to arrive. The other tributes are gathered
in a tense circle. They each have a cloth square with their district
number on it pinned to their shirts. While someone pins
the number 12 on my back, I do a quick assessment. Peeta and
I are the only two dressed alike.
As soon as we join the circle, the head trainer, a tall, athletic
woman named Atala steps up and begins to explain the training
schedule. Experts in each skill will remain at their stations.
We will be free to travel from area to area as we choose, per
our mentor’s instructions. Some of the stations teach survival
skills, others fighting techniques. We are forbidden to engage
in any combative exercise with another tribute. There are assistants
on hand if we want to practice with a partner.
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