Fun & Games[Clove Kentwell]

I

I : You're Getting Old

Edited

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Atala hit the floor with a loud thud. A sly smirk spread across my face as I clapped my hands together with pride.

Atala, she is my very own personal trainer for the Hunger Games. Absolutely, it is the rule that nobody shall be trained specifically for the Hunger Games, but hey? You only live once, a short life too with the Hunger Games just around the corner.

Oh, and, my father makes the rules.

My father, the obviously fantastic 'President Cornelius Snow' cue the eye roll. Indeed, he does love me dearly and gives me anything I desire but I've never been known as one that shows my love and adoration for anyone. It is my forte.

My father didn't dare interfere with an angry, stomping two year old as the little angry ball of determination screamed and roared at him, pointing toward the large flatscreen when the Hunger Games reaping played on the screen.

"Good job, Callista. Your getting better." Atala stated, smiling as she pulled herself from the floor. I groaned, better? Just better? I just floored you and I'm only a little better. We'll see.

Atala smiled, putting her hand out toward me. I smiled at my trainer and accepted her high five. The loud slap echoed across the training room and I sucked in a deep breath, refusing to remember the horrifying memories that left me in a heated state of nightmares in the middle of the many restless nights.

I had been training in hand to hand combat for the last three years. I also trained in swords, archery, spears and axes every so often. Although the majority of the time I had strength training and hand to hand.

I ran over to the side of the thick black and red mats, picking up my sparkly burgundy water bottle. The water bottle had a large 'C' spread across the front in black diamonds. Just the Capitols taste.

I took a large gulp of it, sighing in relief as I placed the water bottle down. When I looked up again, I spotted a rather bored looking worker of ours. The worker held a large box in his arms, the clattering of metal sounding inside of it.

The worker looked like he had been stood there for a while, no doubt watching my training to distract himself from the boring task of bringing cardboard boxes through.

As he placed the box down, opening it, I called out to my trainer.

"Hey Atala?" Atala nodded in response, looking up from her own silver water flask.