Training, the idea was simple enough, but the thought of it brought an evident eagerness to my face. I finally would be in my comfort zone. Haymitch had tried to advise me this morning to hide my strengths; I nodded in agreement with no intent of listening to him. I want the other tributes to know how I work. There is no use in acting fake now because when face to face with death all that strategy that they have created will evaporate within that very second.

I entered training with Peeta who seemed to be a little excited himself. There were plenty of stations that offered more than enough information that would keep me alive. Peeta had pointed me to the knot tying area. It seemed easy enough watching the instructor winding his bony hands throughout the rope. I had some trouble with the third knot we tried, but not as much as Peeta. He soon tossed the rope down and walked away in defeat.

"Excuse him." I said to the man while handing him my rope. I made my way to Peeta who was leaning on the wall with his head cast down, just like the first night on the train.

I nudged his side to get his attention. "Not everyone can conquer knots like me." He gave me one of those nice-attempt-at-making-a-joke smiles that I have encountered many times before.

"But seriously there are many other things you can work on here. Don't give up just because you can't tie a piece of rope a certain way."

"It's not that."

"Then what is it?"

"You wouldn't understand." That was all he said as he walked off toward the camouflage station. That was when I heard the tall blonde boy who was a few feet behind me. I believe his name is Cato and he was talking to the girl from his district.

"He should be an easy kill."

"Who?" She questioned.

"The baker kid from District 12."

Something boiled inside me at the words. Without realizing what I was doing I started making my way to confront him. Once I was behind him I tapped his shoulder, and he turned to see who it was. Before he could say anything I swung my fist full force in till it connected with Cato's jaw. He stumbled, and then two peacekeepers were there before a real fight could break out.

"Count your blessings!" Cato yelled. I laughed, and let the peacekeepers escort me out of the room.

I would soon be in an unimaginable amount of trouble, but I didn't care. The game makers could unleash all of hell on me they wanted; it still doesn't change the fact that I am a fighter. I will come out of that arena, alive or dead. Either way I will fight in till the very end.