I don't really remember much of the Reaping after becoming the tribute. I'm pretty sure all those career girls where pissed, but they should've been faster.

The male tribute was Murray, a tall, skinny man, bearing resemblance to a bean pole. Don't be fooled though, I've seen him train and you would be surprise how big that axe was that he swung around with his stick arms.

He would be no problem. To beat him all I'd need was to take that axe away from him, and he'd be chopped meat.

We got hurried away to the train station. I've heard that in some of the other Districts, they let you say good bye to your families. Here, we don't need to do that because you've already said your goodbyes.

Murray looks at me, sizing me up. He's never seen me train before, and probably has never noticed me before. He's eighteen, like me, and yet he's probably only gone to fifty days of school, and that's being generous.

One of the many, amazing unique things about me is how I've never missed a day of school. My trainer, he made me go everyday. Math and logic can help you out in some of the worst situations.

Also I could always say something that sounded smart and those stupid careers would be confused by it, but they'd use all of their effort to try and hide their confusion. On one of my many days of watching the careers train, I learned how they always have to remain cool and calm on the outside although rarely that was what was going on.

We boarded the train, entering a nice sitting room. Food was set up on a table, surrounded by comfy chairs. The weirdest thing about this train car room wasn't how nice it was, nice things were common in District 2. It was the clean, brightness of them, the bright orange and pinks standing out the most in those soft chairs. That was where I headed, along with the two mentors. Murray, the bright thing he was, choose one of the only two dark wooded chairs.

Theresa looked at the empty wooden chair.

"Where's the other tribute? We lost her already?" she asked confusedly, looking around.

Natrion looked at her.

"She's right next to you, you idiot," he said, condescendingly.

"Why is she not sitting in a wooden chair? All tributes have to sit in those, they can't sit here! They always sit there! They're not suppose to like comfort! She's a freak, I give up!" Theresa said crazily. Natrion rolled his eyes.

"So I guess I'll be mentoring both again? While you go whoring around the Capitol?" Theresa just glared at him and stomped off. Natrion turned his eyes towards me. "Alright, freak, trained outside of the usual career training areas?" I nodded. "And you," he nodded at Murray, "trained in them, I judge by the way that you sit on the most uncomfortable piece of furniture that you can find?"

"You are right, sir!" he announced. Natrion sighed.

"Chill out, bean pole. Follow freak's lead and sit on the most comfy, it'll be the last for a few weeks," he said, exasperated. Murray nodded stiffly and sat down awkwardly on an armchair. "Alright, what are your names, best weapon and whatever else you choose to share with us? Freak first."

"I'm Enobaria. My best weapon are knives," I said dryly. This felt like the first day of school, where you share all those little facts about you.

Murray seemed excited about it, probably because he had never had a first day of school before. He said his name and his axes, and then started telling us about all of his magnificent training and how awesome he was. It was one of the more boring hours of my life.

Natrion seemed to share that. He finally stopped Murray, once he started going into detail about all the fighting in water training he's had.

"Alright, buttercups, here's what's going to happen in the next few days. Since it takes those farther out Districts so long to get here, they have to spend a night on a train and to make it fair so do we. Even though we'll be there in two hours, we get to sit tight here, where we'll eat a nice healthy dinner with no dessert and watch those other tributes get reaped and size them up. Then tomorrow morning we go to the Training Center and get all beautified and dressed up to look like some pretty statue that our wonderful masons from our district made. After that, you'll get to know the other tributes a bit better.

"Then, for the next three days you'll train and try to make an alliance. Also, we'll, meaning me and Elista, your escort, will make you interviewable for Caesar. On the fourth day of our official stay, you'll show off for the game makers. We'll find out your scores. Day five, you get prepped again, this time something more pretty, for the interviews with Caesar. Next day is the Hunger Games day. After that, it's all up to you."

A few hours later Elista, Natrion, Murray and I gathered around the television screen. District 1 comes on.

The girl tribute is petite but has strong looking arms and legs, and the male tribute is a huge, hulking figure, lots of muscle. Murray wants to make an alliance with those two. I go along with it.

Our reaping comes onto the screen, and we rewatch that. District 3's tributes are both twelve and tiny. The boy tribute starts to cry when his name is called, and the girl's mother calls out to her daughter. Those two are already dead in my mind. District 4 is always an interesting District, sometimes have Careers and sometimes not. This year, an eighteen year old boy is reaped, who has the look of a fisherman, not fighter, so he's not a career, but for the girl, she leaps onto the stage. She'll be one to watch out for. And of course, Murray wants to befriend her too. The rest of the Districts don't seem to have anyone alliance worthy, or even noteworthy.

We head to bed after that. I replay each of the tributes in my head before falling asleep and that night I dream of training with my brother.

Hello. So these little parts/chapters are turning out a lot shorter than I expected them to be. But it's either this or you have to wait longer/I like this so we're doing this. I hope you all are enjoying the story so far and thank you for reading! Adios!