-Mayislee Everdeen-

I head quickly over to the Shelter Making station, where no one else is. The instructor there tells me about how to make a shelter, stuff I already knew. My uncle used to take me and Katniss on camping trips, and we'd make it an adventure by not taking a tent or any food or water, just ourselves and my bow and some arrows. Well, and some rope and wire. We'd have to make a shelter and hunt for food and water, which meant I grew up learning how to make shelters, what plants and berries are safe to eat, and various other survival techniques. Come to think of it, I was born to be reaped into the Hunger Games.

As I finish building a shelter, I spot Gale over at the trap making section, and I can't help but laugh when he gets himself tangled up in his trap. He has always been brilliant at making traps, but obviously the pressure of being watched has got to him. That's another thing I'm good at, making traps and snares. My uncle taught me well.

My shelter is given the seal of approval and I rush over to the Obstacle Course. My dad always wanted to train me over various obstacles, but I was always too happy to just practice with my bow, so now is my chance to try out the obstacles whilst no one else is there. I leap up onto the first obstacle, and I am told to start by the instructor who has been watching my every move. I make it onto the third obstacle, but as I leap towards the fourth, I hear a noise behind me, and I turn, losing my focus and falling into a heap on the floor.

I look over to where the noise came from, and see the kids from District 4 throwing tridents with ease, whilst the kids from District 11 look on in wonder.

Ah, Tridents. I should be good with them, but I'm not. Finnick spent hours trying to teach me last year during the rebellion, but to no avail. I head over to the Trident station having watched the boy from District 4 throwing it with ease from my low viewpoint at the base of the fourth obstacle. After being given a trident I try throwing it the way the District 4 boy had, but it ends up lying at my feet, miles away from the target. "Do you want a hand with that?" a deep voice asks. I turn to see the boy from District 4 leaning casually against the rack of tridents, having finished sword fighting with the girl from his district. "Any help would be much appreciated. I'm Mayislee. And you are?"

"James. District 4. Pleased to make your acquaintance."