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I wake up to find myself lying on the couch; someone has pulled a blanket over me. I can't really remember last night. I was exhausted so after the tribute parade, we went straight to our room. As we are district 12 we get the penthouse. I must have sat down for a bit and just fallen asleep. This apartment is so modern. Blacks and lime greens with checked floors and bits of glass that could be either be used as a piece of art or a radiator. Someone kind soul has put me in a baggy jumper and left me here to rest. Not that we have very long to sleep anyway. Today is the start of training.

"Thanks for looking after my jumper, Karis." Jet walks down the stairs. He is wearing a black jacket and cargo pants. Must be his training outfit.

"What, this is yours?" I look down at the jumper. It's so warm and comforting.

"Yes, you seemed pretty tired last night." He grabs an apple out of the fruit bowl and tosses it in the air. "You threw of your dress and I tossed you that, you fell asleep before I could pass you a blanket so I put one over you."

He has seen me undressed?

"Don't worry I didn't see anything. He smirks "Wish I did."

I glare at him.

"Just checking you were listening!"

The morning passes quickly; breakfast is still elaborate but not as big. I have to go and get dressed and before I can think about anything. We are being whisked away to the training centre, which is luckily 5 minutes away.

"Both of you listen." My mother rushes towards us before we leave. "Make sure you are not intimidated by the careers but don't show off your skills, th-"

My mother carries on talking but I just realised, I am not good at anything. I have no skills. Being brought up in twelve I never had to learn any trade or skills just so I could survive. I am defenceless.

"Right Karis?" My mother looks at me.

"Erm, yes , right."

The training centre is huge with wide celling's and titanium walls. The weapons are dispersed around in stations, there is a wide balcony stretching from one side of the room to another. The capitol must watch from there, observing every movement, deciding who is a threat and who to write off. Who has the best odds of winning and who will die in the bloodbath.

"Do you have any special skills?" Jet asks me.

"Not really." I try and put on a brave expression. "Do you?"

I know Jet does, I have heard him talking to my father about working with a mace. I have never come across a mace before but I have seen peace keepers holding them. It's like a baton but with a metal end with spikes. It takes a lot of strength to use a mace, but someone as tall and strong as Jet choosing a weapon is easy. He could have picked a knife or spear. He must have real skill, or real arrogance.

"Kind of." He shakes his head "I am not very good though, I guess we have a lot to learn."

I think there are most districts here. It seems a lot, 24 tributes but in just over a week 23 will be dead. I don't even want to think about my chances.

A lady approaches on the balcony, she is dressed in combat clothing and is holding a check list.

"Tributes, take in as much as possible. You may think that weapons are the most important but some of you will die from natural causes." The lady smiles. "You will have two days of training and a third will be your private session with the gamemakes, make sure you are prepared." She turns on her heal and disappears from sight.

"Come on Karis, lets go." Jet pulls my arm over to the edible plants station. I guess it's a good place to start.

We spend the morning learning about berries and leaves and how to find water sources. I feel a bit more confident. At least I may be able to poisoning myself. We also learn how to create a fire. Jet is amazing at this, creating a fire in just minutes whereas I get frustrated and don't have the patients to wait.

I haven't really bothered looking at what other tributes are doing. As we wait for our water to purify, I take a look around.

From what it looks like the arrogant boy and the blonde girl from district one and the pouty girl from two have joined together. They are taking turns throwing spears at a target. The girl from two takes a turn and throws it at the mannequin meant for sword fighting. She throws it at such force it gets sent backwards and lands on the floor with a crash. She smirks at the boy from district one and he raises his eyebrows. She is impressive.

She could be throwing that at me.

I need to get it together and learn to do something. Anything. Something I am good at.

"Karis?" I see Jet waving a hand in front of my face.

"Oh sorry."

"Look." He rests an arm on my shoulder. "Think of what your Mom said. Don't let them scare you."

I stare into his eyes, he actually means it.

I smile "Impress me."

"Alright" He laughs

The maces are at the same station as the spears. As we approach the careers stare. The boy runs his fingers through his blond hair, he smirks and gives me a once over. He looks over at the blonde girl and whispers something in her ear, she laughs. I can't tolerate self-obsessed people.

Jet is self-obsessed, but he is different and looks out for me, and I look out for him. He makes me smile and gives me hope when I think I am not in the mood to smile, he comes out with a sarcastic remark, and it really cheers me up.

Jet picks up a mace and swings it at the mannequin; he is so powerful and strong. He dents the head and knocks it on the floor. If that was a person, their skull would be dented, and they would be dead. I think Jet has a dark side, this sarcastic attitude may look like he is messing around, but I doubt he would have second thoughts about killing someone.

The arrogant boy looks impressed, he walks away to the canteen, the girls follow him, whispering as they go. Whispering about Jet.

Most people have gone to eat in the canteen, but I need to find something that I am good at. The only people that are still around are the boy and girl from 4, who have spent most of the day tying knots at the rope station and the girl from 9, her hair strung back in a ponytail. I wonder which weapon she will use, probably something lethal.

She strikes me as someone who would kill. Then cut. Cut their heart out.

She gives me a look, her eyes as sharp as daggers; she breathes in and exhales, biting her lip. She selects a weapon from a table. I have never seen it before; it's long and shiny and has a curved blade. She swings and decapitates the head of the dummy from its body. She laughs and walks away.

I move over to the weapons station. I select and axe, its shiny surface looks so appealing. Its heavy and feels right in my hand. I wrap my fingers tightly round the wooden handle and take a swing. And miss. Crap. I hope no one saw that.

"Nice shot."

I feel someone behind me. They wrap their fingers round mine, pull the axe back and helps me swing, I hear him breathing over my shoulder. The swing hits the dummy and takes the head off.

"Better."

I turn around and find Jet. He is there with a mix of expression, concentration and happiness.

"Thanks."

"Its feels like it belongs to you, right?"

I look at him.

"The weapon feels like it belongs in your hands, it makes you feel confident and safe."

I smile

He grabs my waist and pulls me closer.

"You know what else I feel belongs in my hands?"

I stare up at him, his green eyes dancing.

"What could that be?"

"You."