Becoming A Career

There was a knock on my door. No, more like a bang. I had finally fallen asleep after hours of staring out my window at the celebrating Capitol. Tomorrow, I would be going into the games. I drag myself out of bed and rub my eyes. I unlock the fancy bedroom door and open it to see Haymitch, bottle in hand.
"What do you want now?" I mutter.
"New strategy," he replies, taking a swing from the bottle.
"What?" I struggle to keep my voice down. "We had a plan. Gang up with Katniss. Make it seem like we're in love." Easy for me. Hard for her.
"Yeah yeah yeah, all that lovey dovey crap. Forget that. I got a new plan. You're not gonna like it, and neither will Katniss, but if you wanna get far in these games you gotta do the unexpected."
I narrow my eyes. "I'm listening.
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"There!" Portia slips a black jacket over my body. "You're ready."
I'm shaking, but I try not to let it show. "Thanks, Portia."
"Now remember, when you're in the games-" She's interrupted by an automatic voice coming from above us.
"30 seconds until Game time."
Portia smiled weakly. "I guess this is good-bye."
I nodded. "Thanks for everything. Bye, Portia." I stepped into the large glass tube and the doors slid closed. I had Haymitch's insane new plan running through my head. If I fail, I'll be dead. Even if I succeed...
The plate begins to rise. I panic a little and then I remember what Haymitch said. "If all else fails, you're good at camouflage." Not that it helps.
The plate rises competently and comes to a stop. The huge Cornucopia is several yards in front of me. It's piled high with weapons, food, water, backpacks, you name it. I see that District Two girl eying an array of dangerous looking knives hungrily. I saw her throw in training. She's good. The District Five girl isn't even looking at the weapons; she's looking at the forest behind her. I know where she's going. Little Rue has her eyes on a small pack about two yards away from her. Everyone has their eyes on something.
Then I see Katniss. Her eyes are looking right towards the middle of the huge pile of supplies. I follow her gaze and my heart leaps a little when I see she's looking at the bow and arrows, the only set in the entire arena. She's gonna take the chance and try to get them. No. She'll die for sure.
"Katniss!" I hiss. "Katniss!" I don't think she hears me, but I must have somehow caught her eye because she looks over at me with narrowed eyes. I give a quick shake of my head. She frowns and mouths 'What?'. I shake my head again and look over at the Cornucopia, hoping she gets my point. And then, the gong sounds. I didn't realize how fast the minute had ticked by. But I guess I distracted Katniss just enough, because the District One girl has the bow and arrows before she's even off her plate. Katniss runs, grabbing a backpack, but just as she does another boy, from Nine, I think, jumps on her. He reaches for the pack but Katniss punches him in the face. He attacks her, bringing her to the ground, and just as he's about to run off, a knife flies out of no where and stabs him straight in the back. He slips to the ground, and Katniss slings the pack over her back and runs.
Then I realize how long I've been standing here, watching that little scene, with everyone fighting around me. The girl from Two sees me and pulls out a large knife, running my way. She throws, but I'm fairly nimble and miss it by an inch. She jumps on me, snatching the knife from the ground where it hit and holds it against my neck.
"Stop!" I gasp. "Stop! You need me!"
She keeps the knife against my neck but lessens the pressure of it. "Why would we need you?"
Relived she's listening, I make my voice steady. Stick to the plan. Stick to the plan. "Because I have some important information that you need."
Reorganization flows across her face. I'm the boy who was on fire. I'm the boy who got an 8 in training. I'm the boy from District Twelve. I'm the boy who knows Katniss, the one they want, no, need, to kill, the most.  
"Come with me."