Days flew by and the next thing she knew it was time for private training. Ophelia quickly got dressed and went to eat breakfast, she boarded the elevator but not in enough time. Gloss from district 1 stopped the doors from opening and got in. She stayed silent. "Wow, not even a "hi"?" he says pressing a button and the brunette rolls her eyes.

"Hi." He smiles. "Is that good enough?" He smirks and whispers in her ear making her shiver.

"Perfect."

"So what are you planning to do in private training? Throw some knifes?" He asks still close to her small body.

"That's none of your business, Gloss." She snaps. "Feisty."

All she wanted to do was get out of that elevator, and eat. The doors finally open and she lets out a breath. "Good luck," He mutters grabbing her wrist as she tries to walk out.

"and may the odds be ever in your favor."

She yanks her wrist from him and quickly walks away, watching the color comeback to her hand. Ophelia sits down at the table wide eyed and starts eating.

"Hey, are you okay?" She looks up at Finnick and sucks in a breath. "Yeah i'm good, Its nothing really." She looks down to her plate.

"Are you sure? i saw you get off the elevator with Gloss." "He was just trying to get in my head."

"I swear-" He cuts himself off and takes a sip of his water. "Don't listen to him, he won't last long in The Games anyway." She nods and finishes eating.

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The brunette sat waiting for Finnick to finish his training. Her eyes wondered the room and she found herself breathing heavy. She bit her lip to stop it from quivering and closed her eyes.

Everything is going to be okay, we won't need a bunch of Sponsors if i do mess up.

The doors opened and Finnick came out, "Remember give them a show." he says. "Good luck."

He hugs her and she walks into the huge room, equipment was scattered around the place and Ophelia dug her nails into her palms.

"You have ten minutes to present your chosen skill." A mans voice says but she doesn't look up.

She picks up some rope and starts to tie it into different patterns. She finishes the knot and she finds herself with a noose. She picks up one of the tridents and impales a dummy with it harshly. The brunette grabs a knife and carves the word 'Snow' into the face of the dummy and places the noose around its neck. She lifts it up and hangs it from the wall the rope tightening on it when she lets go. She smiles and lifts her middle finger, gasps erupt from the Sponsors.

"Thank you all so much." She says bitterly and exits. The brunette held her breath and bit her lip drawing blood.

What have i done?

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