Here's training day one! Are you curious about the training zone? Well, I'm sure these tributes are. Now the training zone is expanded and much greater. Let's begin!


Jessa Matthews (D11F)

Here I am standing here with a bunch of other tributes. I wonder if there are any drugs in the training area. I can't live without drugs. Maybe the Capitol supplies drugs somewhere. Stinking Capitol.

I hate the Capitol. I wait for the trainer, Tiara, to finish reading that stinking way too long list of stations. This gymnasium styled place is huge. Very huge. Like high on drugs too much huge.

I sigh. My skin is yellowish from the time without my mother's precious supply of drugs. I'd rather kill myself than not take drugs for at least a week.

Then Tiara finishes, "Well, you're all free now," And with a whoop I run to the nearest station.

Libra Seymone (D10F)

That bad Turk. Yes, I mean Turk Radish. Yesterday, on the chariot rides, he just hopped on one of the horses while I hopped around in my chicken suit. That never-been-hurt kid's been so much of a pest lately.

He's been watching replays of all of the Hunger Games reapings this year. He probably wants allies since the bloke can't do well by himself. Here I am standing at the edible plants station.

Taking a glance at the monitor on the wall with scientific names of plants, I shake my head. No need to go here. I don't really need any weapon training. Ever since I heard about taking my name out of the reaping bowl (when I was thirteen) I started to train so I could volunteer to escape the hell Peacekeeper Horn created for me.

He did things that you couldn't imagine to me and a bunch of other beautiful girls. The flick of his whip is all too familiar with the bunch of us. But I was Horn's favorite. He inflicted any punishment on me and even killed my Dad, Marcus, just cause he wanted to stop him.

I hate Horn. He is the worst being somebody could ever imagine. So I've been training with an axe ever since then when I realized he was gonna take my name out of the reaping so I wouldn't be taken away from him.

Now I'm here tying knots. No idea how I got here, I just am. The knot station is right in the middle of the brand new nunchuk station and the dress up station. I tie knots and make a few traps I remember Horn using on some girls.

"I'm impressed," The trainer says, obviously very impressed. Poking a stick into one of my traps, it is caught in a net that hangs from an artificial tree.

"Good, good," He says. I walk off again. Now what? I sit down on a bench and sigh. At least this training room doesn't give me the haunted feeling. The haunted feeling of hundreds of past tributes' wishes, hopes, and dreams. Most of them are dead.

That's the feeling I always got when they showed the training area on TV. I think lots of other tributes are noticing that except for the careers (who actually have that prissy girl from 9 with them). They're all in line at the spear station and that girl from 13 just speared through the head of a dummy. Lucky shot.

I stand up again. I notice that there are many stations with trainers sleeping. Maybe there are too many stations. Then I feel the glare of someone. Turning around, I see the gamemakers watching me. They wonder what I can do.

Running swiftly to the hand-to-hand combat area, I grab a dagger. I won't throw this, no. I swiftly run to the artificial human who is moving rather swiftly with robotic steps and is carrying a plastic sword.

Running at the thing, I swipe it with the dagger and its arm falls off. That was too easy. These things are supposed to be as hard as human flesh and bones. Is that what I can do? Have I turned into a monster?

Pepper Bloom (D13M)

"Pepper is not a girl name!" I shout at Hippolyta. Me, yes, Pepper Bloom is kind of girly, but I've met a bunch of kids named Paprika before. The female tribute from 9 last year's name was Hilbert. I know I can rub it in Hippolyta's face, but she'd say that Hilbert wasn't her and some snobby stuff.

Here we are, us eight careers. We don't need anybody else. We mainly have Hippolyta because she's very snobby and tributes like to stay away from her. That gives us plenty of privacy. Cyrus is there cause everybody's scared of him. Mirror is the person that gets us sponsors, Dex and Helia are strong. Nikki (or Nuka as I prefer to call her) and I both are brave and courageous. A perfect pack along with that girl from 4 Marisa whose District partner, Xander, hates us. Marisa has very good stamina.

"I don't care," says Hippolyta, snapping me back into reality. I blink as though I don't remember where we are. Hippolyta then makes a lucky shot by hitting the bull's eye on the target with her knife. "Your turn," She yawns.

Angrily, I grab a throwing knife and toss it at her target. Slicing right in the middle of the handle, I also make a lucky bull's eye. "Great shot!" Marisa calls out to us. "Both of you, now get over here!"

"Career huddle up," Dexter says, "Who is our leader?"

"Our leader? Why would we need a leader?" Hippolyta (or The Hippo, I'll just call her) says obviously very bored and such.

"Because somebody needs to organize everything, like guarding and hunting for loners," Helia says then adding, "duh! Right, Mirror?"

Mirror automatically says, "Yes, right, Helia," and goes back into her little idle world of nothing but seeing how beautiful she is.

"I nominate myself!" (Yes, that's The Hippo).

"I nominate Dexter!" says Nuka.

"I nominate Pepper!" says Marisa and everybody has something to say about that.

"Yeah, me too, I agree!" says Dexter.

"That sucker, a leader?" says The Hippo.

"Sure thing, I agree on that, too!" Nuka pipes up.

"I agree, right Mirror?" Helia says.

"Yes, right, I agree, too," says Mirror rather dreamily.

"So, it's official!" Dexter says, "Pepper is our leader!"

Watts Edison (D3F)

"So? Are you in it?" Asks Chance. Chance Bailey, the boy from 9 wants me, in an alliance.

"I have to think about it. Who else is in?" I ask him while furrowing my brow.

"Uh…" He starts, "Nobody except for me, I'm thinking about the pair from 6 and Ethan from 8. Maybe even the disguise kid from 10,"

"What about me?" Asks Turk. He walks in covered with paint. It's all over him. His hair is all rainbow-colored and I can barely see his training suit. It's completely covered in paint. He is also wearing a fake moustache and a makeshift necklace.

"Erm-" I say hoping Chance will explain and of course, the charismatic boy does.

"Well, I was thinking if you could join our alliance," Chance says calmly.

However, I protest, "I'm not in it yet! We haven't even shook hands yet," But Chance grabs my hand and shakes it.

"There, it's official," I'm about to say something, but I shrug. It might not be bad to be in an alliance with Chance.

"I would join, but my hands are filthy. Have you seen where the fishing station is, I really need to wash up," Turk says awkwardly. I shake my head and point to the nearest station behind us. Paint pollutes water and makes everything gross, but this is the Capitol. We'll see how they can stand gross.

Then we hear the splash of Turk jumping into the water. "Well, he's kind of awkward, but he's good. He's in our alliance," I say.

"We need one more person," Chance says, "A four person alliance is good enough,"

Simon Sherman (D5M)

Here I am eating a delicious sandwich these Capitolites call burgers. It's very delicious. It consists of a white creamy sauce, a slab of crispy meat, lettuce, tomato, and cheese. There are 'buns' instead of bread slices and they have these sesame seeds. I eat alone and so do others.

But the good thing about eating alone is that I know all alliances. The careers and the Hippolyta girl are an alliance minus Xander. Chance from 9, Watts from 3, and Turk from 10 are together with the boy from 7, Oliver, nearby. The pair from 6 are sitting close together.

Lyander from 3 and Everett from 7 are chatting. That might be a possible alliance. I then focus on the lunch dessert. Here in the Capitol, they have a dessert for every meal except for dessert. The lunch dessert is shaped like elephants. I grab an elephant and sniff it.

Oh, this is marzipan. I've heard of it and smelled it before, but I've never tried it. And I never will. The boy from 8, Ethan snatches it out of my hands and the careers are eating the rest up. No marzipan for me. That's fine.

This food here, it's unnatural. Yes, sure it's better than the spinach and egg rations we have in our storage but it's so weird. I'd love to eat a piece of district 5 golden brown bread again, but the stuff here are nearly all sweet. I excuse myself.

My thirty minutes of eating are done. Now I'm going to train again. No excuse.


Okay, you like it? I personally think I'm in a rush here. Anyone else think I'm going too fast or making things too short? Here I'll introduce the way of answering questions. In some chapters (like this one) you'll see four questions. One is about the Hunger Games novel, the next is about Catching Fire, the next is about Mockingjay, and the final one is something entirely random. They mostly have math in them. For getting correct on the first question, you get 3 points, for the second, you get 5, the third, you get 10, and the final one gets you 20. Here are the questions now!

1. Find the chapter Rue died in. Multiply the number by 7, divide it by 2, subtract 60. What is the answer?

2. Take the district Bonnie and Twill are going to. Subtract it by 3, multiply that by 5, and divide by 10. You have the result. Put the word district in front of it. In the 75th Hunger Games, who killed the male of that district?

3. What does Haymitch raise by the end of chapter 27?

4. Which do I like better? Soccer, math, food, or ice cream?