I head into my new bedroom and choose out some pyjamas ready to join everyone in the dining room for some snacks before bedtime.

As I enter I am called over to the couch in front of the tv, where everyone is watching the recap of today's events.

Everyone looks amazing on their chariots, not many stand out in particular though some of the tributes - who remain nameless to me - look like they could kill me in a second.

I am shocked when District 12's chariot appears. I don't look like myself, I look quite scary and intimidating, but I look like a kitten compared to Christian.

His dark hair framed his face, his eyes smouldering, and even though he only had the smallest amount of make up on, it gave a new look to his whole face, he was gorgeous and terrifying all at once. A beautiful monster.

We are given some light snacks to eat in front of the tv by an Avox with long blonde hair and sunken green eyes, I smile at her and she glances at the others quickly before returning my smile. I feel sorry for people that become an Avox, not just because they have to serve for the rest of their life, they also get their tongue cut out so they are unable to speak. You can often discover an Avox, just in the way that they swallow.

"Okay you two, tomorrow is the first training session. We will meet up for breakfast and we will discuss everything. You should go to bed now" Katniss stands up and walks out of the room. Peeta says his goodbyes and follows suit.

So now me and Christian are sat silently, staring at the tv that is now turned off. A few moments pass and Christian turns to me, his mouth opens slightly as if preparing to say something, I lean forward slightly. Then he slams him lips shut and storms off to his room.

Odd.

The night slowly goes by, most of it is spent with me staring at the ceiling rather than the back of my eyelids. But I must have dozed off at some point because when I open my eyes it's morning. I get dressed in simple clothes and go down for breakfast, Katniss is already sat down but Christian and Peeta have not made an appearance yet.

I grab a plate of sausage, eggs and several bits of bread, stuffing my face as Katniss dunked some bread in her hot chocolate. I tilt my head and watch her.

"It's a habit Peeta got me into" she explains smiling. I smirk slightly, even though it was only meant to be their game plan, Katniss really had fallen in love with Peeta during the games. We are joined at the table by Peeta and Christian, both looking very tired.

Today is our first day of training, we spend 3 days in total practising with all of the tributes, and on the last afternoon we have a private session in front of the Gamemakers. This far, I have no idea what I will do in my session.

While Peeta is eating his bread and hot chocolate, Katniss begins talking about training.

"Do you want to be trained together, or separately?" she asks.

"I don't mind" I doubt it would make any difference when it came to the games. Christian simply shrugs.

"Together it is then! What can you do?" she asks me.

"I umm... I can hunt" I say lamely.

"I know that, what else can you do?" I search through my brain, thinking of anything that can be classed as a skill.

"I can throw knives, I have a good aim, I know all the basic survival skills, but of course most people in district 12 do" Katniss nods and turns her attention to Christian.

"What are you good at?" she asks him, he flips his hair off his face but keeps his face hard.

"I'm a fighter" he states, holding up a fist which allows the light to bounce off the numerous amounts of scars that litter his knuckles.

"I can set traps and I'm a good healer I guess" he trails off, Katniss and Peeta share a smile.

"Right, you both need to start learning skills, everything will be waiting for you down there, do as much as possible. Even the smallest of skills can be significant in the arena" Peeta claims.

"Don't show your proper skills until your private session" Katniss adds.

As the clock reaches 10, we make our way down to the training rooms, which is underground, and I am shocked at the size of the gymnasium. We are some of the last to arrive, I take note that everyone is pretty much wearing identical outfits in their district pairs, all but one. Us. But I guess if we are meant to hate each other, then it's okay.

A dark skinned woman named Atala explains the training schedule. We are allowed to choose which arena we want to go to, and we are able to change over whenever we please. The only rule is, we aren't allowed to fight other tributes until we get into the arena. I am perfectly fine with this.

My eyes rake over the tributes, none of them look particularly friendly, and it seems for the first time in years, there is only one young tribute. A small red headed girl with hundreds of flecks on her skin, she is from district 8. I don't think I've seen a red headed person before, and I cannot deny that her hair is beautiful, the light causing little golden strands to shine.

As everyone moved to an area to train, I took note of who would be my biggest competition. The boy from 1, the girl from 11, both from 5, and the girl from 10, seemed to be the main group. Obviously I need to keep a look out for District 1, 2 and 4 because they are careers, but thankfully - besides the boy from 1 - they look pretty weak and useless.

I decide to try the camouflage station, luckily I had some experience in painting, and found it actually really easy to blend myself into the various backgrounds. Next I try throwing some spears, it's pretty hard considering I'm pretty short and the spears are not only taller than me, but they also weigh a ton. After a few goes, it gets easier, and I believe I could actually get used to using a spear though it wouldn't really be ideal for hunting. I feel the hairs on the back of my neck stand up, knowing the feeling I realise someone is looking at me. I turn to see Christian watching me throw the spears, he nods and walks off to the knife throwing station.

All of the tributes eat lunch in a small room just off the gymnasium, most tributes are sat alone, besides the careers. I notice the small girl sat on her own and make my way over to her, before I realise what I'm doing I sit next to her and smile.

"What do you want?" she asks shyly.

"Nothing, you looked a little lonely. I can go if you want" I pick up my food and I manage to lift one foot before she quickly stops me.

"No, no it's okay. I'd rather not be alone" she sighs sadly.

"I'm Aivana, you can call me Aiv" I take a bite of a small loaf of bread.

"I'm Connie" Connie, it suits her.

"How old are Connie?" I find my bread hard to swallow, it isn't as nice as the bread I had this morning.

"I'm 15. I look younger but I don't feel it" I am surprised, I believed she must have been 12 due to her childish features. But sometimes looking younger can be an advantage.

We spend the rest of lunch chatting quietly, ignoring looks from several other tributes and I can't help but wonder where Christian was.

"Is he from 12?" Connie asks, nodding her head slightly, gesturing to the place behind me. I sneakily look over my shoulder and see Christian with his head buried in his arms, breathing deeply, and I know that he has fallen asleep. I don't think he has eaten. I nod at Connie and quickly move over to him and shake his shoulder, it takes a while but he lifts his head.

"What are you doing?" he growls at me, I hold my hands up as if I've been told to freeze.

"Just waking you up so you can eat. Sorry!" I grit my teeth a little, I turn and walk back to Connie and hear a very quiet 'thanks' coming from behind me.

On the second day of training I spend most of my time discovering what can and cannot be eaten in the wild, and how to start a fire with different things. Back on the 12th floor, Katniss and Peeta discuss how to keep the Gamemakers interested in you during your session.

The third day of training goes by way too quick, I have only been to one station - The camouflage area - when we are called out. Christian and I sit in a darkened room, waiting for District 11's girl to finish her session. I start when Christian's name is called. I wish him luck and he replies with 'ditto' whatever that means.

After what feels like an eternity, I am called in. As soon as I enter the gamemakers turn their backs, of course they're bored, they have just seen 23 demonstrations. I quickly grab a bow and arrow, a spear, some knives, stuff to make a fire and some paint.

They are still not paying attention, this is good. I shoot the arrow at the head of my target, it lodges where the forehead would be. The knives each find a place in the chest, and my spear makes a home in the stomach. I hurriedly light the fire and start to dab my face with paint. Thankfully the background that was behind me was black, the clothes I was wearing were also black, it only made sense that I paint my face the same colour and blend in. After I am positioned against the wall, I clear my throat.

The gamemakers slowly turn, taking in the makeshift target dummy that had been covered in weapons, the fire that is burning brightly, but they don't seem to see me, I step forward and smile.

"Thanks for your time" I bow and walk out.


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