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Train

Haymitch was in the training hall with the other tributes, one of them was throwing 50 kilo weights, another was wiping out training doll with her bare hands and there were a couple of them throwing spear with dead on target accuracy. All this was happening while he struggled to even to the monkey bars. One of the other tributes approached him she was small looked about 14. So a couple years younger than him but she looked fierce and angry. She talked with a high pitched voice to him "you need to swing more" She told him. So he tried again with more swing and he found it easier so he thanked the girl and asked if she would stay and help. She replied with a no but said she would teach him how to use a sword tomorrow. Haymitch was looking forward to that, he didn't know how to use any weapons so this would help a lot.

He met up with the girl in the private training area. First she taught him how to hold a one handed sword, which was more difficult than it sounded. Then she taught him some simple defensive and offensive moves. He couldn't really focus because the girl was distractingly pretty it was quite astounding. She kept meeting his eye and he could feel himself getting red. He really hoped she didn't notice.

It was breakfast time the day before the games all the tributes were eating at the same place he was sat next to the girl that had taught him, she was called Stephany. She was chatting kindly to him. He really liked her even though she talked in a slightly high pitched voice. The food was great but he was way to nervous to care the Hunger Games was tomorrow and he was competing in it, he was scared really, really scared, more scared than he had been the day when his parents had died, more scared than he had been when he had started living on the streets, this is how scared he was. Scared for his life. He had the feeling the end of him was near. He had the feeling he was going to die.