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// training 
// Story: We play as one 
// by GRYFFINDOR123456 
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I stepped up to the bow and arrow. It was my turn for Canterlot to see how good I was at shooting. I Held the bow in my hand. “Um, Sunset Shimmer.” I said, steeling myself.

The gamemakers looked up. “When you’re ready, Miss Shimmer.” they said, nodding curtly at me, my cue.

I looked at my target, but out of the corner of my blue eyes I saw not one was looking at me. I was angry. Very angry. I raised the bow and arrow towards the apple in the pig. I shut my eyes, making sure it was in the right position. I opened them, releasing the arrow smack bang in the middle of the apple. The arrow clattered to the floor, and the gamemakers looked up. They dismissed me.

I threw down the bow and arrow into the stand and marched off into the dining room.





The TV flickered as each of the tributes names’ came up and what sort of grade they got. When it came to Flash, he got an 8. Then me. I got an 11. Why? Maybe me being a rebel? Who knows.

And then we tucked into our dinner.