The Training Center has a tower designed exclusively for the tributes and their teams. This will be our home until the actual Games begin. Each district has an entire floor. You simply step onto an elevator and press the number of your district. Easy enough to remember.

We haven't seen April since the train journey, so the fact that Sue it's constantly accompanying us it's a plus. She's all the time talking about how cool our costumes were, and trying to get us sponsors (which is something that I didn't expect.)

The accommodation is large with luxurious decor, like on the train. There are many differences between my room here, and my room at home. My room at home has a basic decoration: a bed cover with a blue duvet, a shelf occupied by old books, a wardrobe with some dresses and two pair of shoes, and a chair next to the window, for reading; the walls are painted white. My room here has a large bed covered with, at least, five duvets with purple tones; a wardrobe full of dresses, pants, T-shirt, skirts and shoes; a desk and an armchair; a shelf with the Capitol's bestsellers; a mirror… the fluffy carpet is colored pink and the walls are covered with a beautiful purple wallpaper.

I take a shower. The bathroom here, in the Capitol, is similar to the train's bathroom, or maybe is bigger. The mirror is also larger than the train's. Besides that, I don't see any difference. When I step out on a mat, heaters come on that blow-dry my body. I merely place my hand on a box that sends a current through my scalp, untangling, parting, and drying my hair almost instantly. I put a lock up with a hairpin. I program the closet for an outfit to my taste. I choose a dress with a pink pattern and a white cardigan. For footwear, I chose a pair of sandals. When I finish to get dressed, Sue calls me to dinner.

I take a sit next to Sam. We have a delicious big steak for dinner. Well, April has a steak and like five glasses of wine. Dinner is about making strategies. I remain distant until I hear April my name: "… right, Quinn?"

"Hum… sorry… I wasn't listening. What did you say?"

"I said you've been trained all this years, in your District. Don't you?"

"Hum… yeah. I mean… my dad is a Peacekeeper. Shouldn't I?"

"Yes," Sue says "and that's good, because now you have a plus," I nod.

"What about you, Sam?" April asks.

"Well… I was from a poorer zone than her, so everybody expected to another boy to come and volunteer for me. But nobody did," a moment of silence, "but… I worked with my dad since I was young, and I had to throw heavy stuff up. Is that enough?"

"Hum…" April looks at Sam's arm, "we'll see what can we do during this week. Tomorrow morning is the first training session."

Sam and I walk together down the corridor to our rooms. When we get to my door, he leans against the frame, not blocking my entrance exactly but insisting I pay attention to him. "Have you been on the roof yet?" I shake my head. "You can practically see the whole city. Come with me," he offers me his hand.

SAM P.O.V.

I offer her my hand.

I know in some days we'll be enemies, but why not enjoy the moment? This city really scares me. The citizens are so strange, and when I'm with Quinn, I feel like I've never left home. She accepts, and we got into the elevator.

"The view is beautiful," she says, smiling.

"Yeah, it would be better if we weren't going to die… I'm sorry."

"Sam, I want to ask you something," is she going to ask me…? "those things you said at the dinner. Were they true?" she's not.

"Well… yeah. Nobody from my family expected me to go to the Games. The richest boys are the ones who volunteer."

"How big is your family?"

"My father, my mom, and my two little siblings: a girl and a boy," I'm trying to not to think about my siblings. I'm worried about them. "What about yours?"

"My mother, my father and I. A little family."

"Who was that girl you volunteered for?" I regret I asked her that, because I realize she is trying to not to cry.

"Her name is Elizabeth, I-I call her Beth. She… she's my teacher's daughter. And she's like a little sister to me. W-When she got chosen…" she stops, and covers her eyes, "I… I had to…" she bursts into tears. I don't know what to do, so I hug her.

"Don't worry. You did the right thing. She's going to be okay."

"Sam…" she looks at me with watery eyes, "can you promise me something?"

"Whatever you want," except if it's about the Games, I forgot to say.

"If you win the Games… please, take care of her."

"I'll do."

The world stops for a moment, with her crying on my chest, but then, I realize… what if this is a strategy? What if she pretends to be my friend to kill me, then?