Disclaimer: I don't own The Hunger Games.

When I wake up, it's 6:00 a.m. I look around my huge Capitol room. It's a dark shade of green with purple curtains.Ugh…I hate purple. Like my dress, it was pretty with no straps and knee length. It hugged me in all the right places. I still hate purple, and dresses nonetheless. Oh well. My bed is huge and it has a light blue comforter, like the sky back at home. Home. Man do I miss my girls.

Don't think I'm one of those girly girls with "painted nails and all dresses" eww. No, but I have other non-girly-girls like myself. I've got Star, Ryan, Danni, Clover, and Chloe. We all go out into the meadow and mash flowers, hunt, and most importantly, talk about boys. As in, who we want to get revenge on first. We always have prank wars. You need not to know about in any detail.

Anyways, I finally get up and stretch. I toss on a neon green shirt, black skinny jeans, and converse. Today, we train, then tomorrow is the parade, the interviews, and finally the Games. I head down to breakfast and see an assortment of foods. Cereal, bagels, toast, pancakes, waffles, and something the call French toast. I have a little bit of everything. "Well, here's some advice, don't die. And as for training, just don't show your full potential. I'll talk to both of you after training." Ray says.

We both walk down to training in silence. As soon as we enter Bryce says "May the odds be ever in your favor." Sarcastically, and I give him a smirk, laugh and walk away after shouting "You too!" I walk over to the knife throwing station. Before I throw my last knife, I catch someone looking at me…2. As in District 2's boy tribute, Cato Alexander. I blush and look away . I hit the dummy right in the center of the head as I threw it over my shoulder walking over archery. "YOU TOOK MY KNIFE!" I suddenly hear someone yell. I turn to see Cato pulling a boy, no older than 12 up by his caller. He's about to hit the boy when I position myself between them. CRACK. I hear the sound of Cato's punch landing on my cheek. I wince in pain and look up to see the little girl, Rue, from 11 with Cato's knife. I slightly smile at her. She returns my slight smile. "Excuse me, but I was in the middle hitting this boy. OUT OF MY WAY!" Cato shouts. "No." I simply say. "I'm not gunna let you hurt someone that didn't do one thing to ya. Hit me instead. I'm older." "Gladly." Cato says. I endure blow after blow. Finally, a peacekeeper comes in and pulls Cato away. Cato fights him off and runs toward me. I stand there, not in shock but in defense.

Cato's fist is almost on my arm when I hold up my arm and WHAM! My hand meets Cato Alexander's face. "Don't you dare ever try that again Cato Alexander or I promise you you will be the first one I kill in the arena. With that, I walk out.

You with your word like knives

And swords and weapons that you use against me

You have knocked me on my feet again

Got me feelin' like a nothin

You pickin' on the weaker man

You can take me down with just one single blow

But you don't know, what you don't know

Someday I'll be living in the Victor's village

And all you're ever gunna be is dead

I sang the song Hunger Games style. I laugh to myself when all my thoughts go to and envelope slipped under my door.

Meet me on the roof in 5.

It read. I assumed it was Bryce, but who knows. I get up there and it is most definitely not Bryce… it's Cato. I hear this wall has a barrier. Time to find out. I run over to the wall when I hear… "What on earth are you doing!" Cato says as he runs over to stop me. I'm too fast and I hit the barrier. Man it hurts, I get the wind knocked out of me for about 5 seconds. "What the heck was that little stunt you just pulled there Kelly?" Cato asks angrily. "Well, when I saw you, I figured it would be as good a time as any to find out if there was a barrier." I say. Cato laughs and roughly pulls me to my feet.

"Wow, Kelly you are a failure." Cato says. I sick my tongue out at him. "So why did you want me, I'm leaving 10 seconds if you don't tell me." "I'm sorry for beating you up earlier. I was just angry and all." He says while blushing. "It's alright you're acting like it hurt." I smile. He raises and eyebrow and before I know it, his lips are crashing with mine.