The Hunger Games: One way to the top

While Zayn is going up to his interview, I walk over to district 8, still shaking. The boy and the girl from district 8 are sitting on two chairs, in the end of the waiting room. As I walk against them, the boy looks up, making eye contact with me. His deep ocean blue eyes take me in, dragging me over to them. Suddenly I stand a little meter away from them.
“Hey I’m Perrie Edwards, from district 5!” I say, and they both stand up.
“Hey I’m Anna Davids, and this is Justin White,” The girl says, and sends me a smile.
“Wasn’t you just in for your interview?” Justin asks.
“Yeah, yeah I was,” I answer, trying to lock that awful experience out of my mind.
“How was it?” Anna asks.
“Scary… I fucking killed someone!” I say little too loud, and feel tears run down my cheeks.
“Don’t cry. Please stop! This game is not worth crying over,” Justin says, and brings his arms around me, with my head resting on his chest. We stand there for a while; and it’s actually quite nice. I stop crying, and he gently pads my head.
“Thank you,” I say, and let go of his hands.
“Anytime!” Justin says, and looks me in the eyes.
“So do you…” I begin, but get cut off by the sound of Zayn’s voice behind me.
“Perrie…” Zayn says, and I turn around. His eyes are red of crying, and there are some marks on his hands. I pull him into a hug, and he rests his head on mine. Our fingers find each other, and I once again get the feeling of safety around him.
“What happened?” Justin asks, ripping me back to reality. I turn my head to face Justin, but still stand in Zayn’s arms.
“W…W….Wh” He stutters and looks at his hands. There are big scratches on them, and he keeps staring at them.
“W, what?” Justin asks.
“Whip. Little girl. Death.” Zayn stutters.
“What do you mean?” I ask.
“They go me to… whip a little girl… She’s dead…” Zayn says, and I once again burry my head in his chest. I look up, and get trapped in his deep eyes. Our hands find each other, and the fear leaves his eyes. He sends me a little smile and I return it. He stops to cry, and squeezes my hand.
“We’re so sorry,” Anna says, and her voice rips me and Zayn apart. Our hands leave each other, and I step away from him.
“Thank you,” Zayn answers.

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“Welcome to the training aria!” Mr. Thomas says, and leads us into a big room. The room is surrounded by big training machines, weapons, robots and in the center of the room, there’s placed a firewall. There’s a big pool in the corner and there’s a tree area in the opposite corner.
“You just look around. And if you want to give the training machines a test drive, go for it!” Mr. Thomas ads and we all separate.
Zayn and I walk around the place for a while, just looking at the others training. I get my eyes on the firewall, where the guy from district 11 is building a stairway to get over it. Over by the pool, the people from district 9 are building a float. And then something bloody catches my eyes. Justin and Louis is standing in a machine, fighting. They each have a sword and there are blood marks on their clothes. While I watch them, Zayn goes over too one of the machines.
“Having fun?” I hear Mr. Black’s voice behind me. I turn around and send him a smile.
“No, I’m just watching them,” I say, and turn around to look at them again. Louis is actually pretty damn good with a sword!
“You know, it could be you in there. Getting all the attention. All the attention from the opposite sex. Or should I say all the attention from Zayn,” Black says, and place himself towards me.
“What do you mean?” I ask, and keep my eyes on the battle. Justin just kicked Louis in his stomach, and Louis gave Justin a deep rip, with his sword.
“Well, you we’re looking very deep into each other’s eyes, the other day at the interview studio,” Black says, and smirks at me.
“Are you accusing me of anything?” I ask, and finally look at him, removing my eyes from the battle.
“I just don’t want to see you end up as Katniss, that’s everything,” Black says.
“Well I won’t. I just think that Zayn is a… good friend. Yes, that’s what he is – a good friend!” I say.
“Well you must be very good friends,” Black says, and walk away.
I get tired of the battle, and walk over to the gun field. I decide to try my way with an AK47. I bring in lock with my arms, and feel the weight off it. I turn against the human doll, on the end of the shooting range. As I shoot, I feel the pain from the gun running through my body, and fall back. The shoot miss, and I once again bring the gun to my chin. I shoot, but once again feel the pain, and miss. For the third time, I bring the gun to my chin. I’m about to shoot, when I feel a hand on my shoulder. My head turn, and show a smiling Zayn. Without saying anything, he guides me into how using the gun right. He press the gun it a little down, and a little further into my cheek. He places his hand over mine, and presses his finger onto mine, and we pull the tracker. Bull’s eye. I look back at him, and get lost in his eyes.
“Thank you…” I say, and let down the gun.
“Anytime,” Zayn says, and kiss my cheek. I blush, and send him a smile.
“How are you lovebirds doing?” A voice says behind me, and I turn around to face Louis. As he says the word lovebirds I step away from Zayn. We are not lovebirds. Are we?
“Excuse me, but we are not lovebirds,” Zayn says.
“Well it certainly doesn’t look alike you’re not,” Louis says pointing at us.
“Do you have any proof?” I ask, afraid that he has.
“You just kissed her… Isn’t that proof enough?” Louis asks.
“It was a kiss on the cheek, it was nothing,” Zayn says. I suddenly see something move in the top corner of the room; a surveillance camera. It must have tapped our kiss. Shit. But, it was just a kiss on the cheek, it didn’t mean anything. Did it?
“Zayn, look!” I say and point at the surveillance camera.
“You think it taped the kiss?” Zayn asks.
“Oh, it definitely did,” Louis says, and waves at the surveillance camera.
“Crap,” Zayn says, and looks at me.
We walk around for while, looking for the surveillance camera. We find four in each room, and one in each machine.

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