Vick Reynolds P.o.v

I walk into the training centre. All the other tributes are in a line. I ran over quickly.
The head instructor looked at me and shook her head.

"Nice of you to finally join us Vick.' She remarked.

I hear a few chuckles from some of the other tributes.

She quickly goes through the rules and then everyone runs off.

I frown slightly not really sure what I want to do.

My district partner Valentine had decided she didn't like me I could already tell.

I wonder if she would make it as far as her sister did.
I doubt it.

I started to walk towards the miscellaneous section.
The one area filled with random things nobody really used.
The discarded remains of past weapons.
The girl from District five looks up.

"Willa." She remarked, she had a pair of dark gloves on her hands.

"My names Vick. What's that? " I asked as I looked at the pile she sat next to.

"I'm working on making my own weapon. I don't like the conventional ones." Willa said.

" With rope and spikes?" I tilted my head slightly the contraption she had in hand looked deadly.

"Correct. " She said as she smiled and went back to work.

I continued shuffling through the pile and came across a shard of glass.

It was big enough to slit someone's throat and definitely seemed sharp enough.

Maybe I could use it as a weapon?

"Hey Willa, would this work as a weapon?" I asked.
Willa looked at me and grinned.

"Yeah, for someone tiny like you. I think so." She remarked.

I smiled .

Good.

I didn't want to go over to the other more dangerous things anyway.
Those tributes are scary.