This is the second day of training! Next I'll do the private sessions. Keep reviewing! The poll is still up!:) Hope you like!

Delia Reminton's POV

"Delia! Ms. Delia, wake up!" I groan. I'm no getting up until my escort pounds down the door. "Delia! Can I come in please? Training is starting in thirty minutes! Time to get up now Delia!" I ignore her and pick up one of my two pillows and throw it at the door halfheartedly.

"No. I think I'll skip training,"

"You cannot do that Ms. Delia! You must get dressed and eat and train and make allies if you can possibly find a way to charm them and you must try and win the Hunger Games, you hear me?! GET UP!"

"No thanks!" I say cheerfully.

"NORSH!" she calls. Oh great, now she going to have Norsh tell me to get up. I hear footsteps, but no voices. Sharp whispers echo in the hall, just quiet enough so I can't hear. There are more footsteps going away from my room and into the living room. Then they come back. I hear the escort say,

"Thank-you Norsh," and "do the honors." I don't know what she means by that, but I don't like it! I hop out of bed and grab my covers and head to the bathroom to fall back asleep. Gross, I know, but the Capitol is usually germ-free, so I take my chances. I hear a little rattling from outside in my room and wonder what on all of Panem they could be doing! The rattling stops suddenly and all goes quiet. I've heard that mockingjays go quiet before something bad is about to happen, so I brace myself, covers and all. I lock the bathroom door. I hear the knob turn outside in my room as footsteps poor in. They unlocked my door to my room! That's what Norsh was doing. He's probably some brainy nerd that knows how to pick a lock. That means they'll find a way to my bathroom.

"Where's…" Norsh's voice trails off and the escort probably rolls her eyes and says,

"She's in the bathroom."

No doubt they can open this door too, so I stand right in front of it with a creepy expression on my face. Might as well have a little fun with it… The rattling starts again as Norsh tries to unlock the door. It stops again too, so I know he's done it. My escort slowly opens the door and slams it shut again, screaming. I fall back to my covers and crack up. Her face was priceless! I scared her, for sure! I open the door, walk over her unconscious body and skip over to the living room to eat breakfast.

"Why'd you do that?" Norsh asks, looking astounded.

"For fun. And because I didn't want to get up,"

"That was mean!"

"Yeah, so is having kids kill each other!" I shout louder than I meant to.

"But, we can't stop this…" he says slowly.

"So we should just be extremely nice and polite to the people sending us to our death?"

"Well, one of us can come out of it!"

"Only to die alone and broken fifty year later," I feel reality seeping into Norsh's once hopeful eyes.

"But, when people win they get money and a new house,"

"That they can live in when they aren't busy sending more kids to their death and aren't haunted by the memories of other dead tributes. Just face it Norsh, the rest of our lives will SUCK! Make the most out of it," I add softly. He nods, understanding finally.

Rosie Fullmoon's POV

The elevator ride is long, coming from the tenth floor. Logan and I stand side by side, not speaking a word. Until finally I say,

"I can't win this."

"What? Of course you can!" Logan tries to encourage me.

"No Logan, I can't. Did you see yesterday when Brooke came over and harassed me while I was knife-throwing?"

"Well, yeah." He says glumly.

"She might win, but I can't! She and her little friends are all trained, snooty, rich, jerks! They all have too much pride… and…. and… it's just not FAIR!" I yell. My voice bounces off the shiny elevator walls. Logan is about to say something, but the elevator stops on floor three. He wants to speak alone, not with the other tributes. Breeze and Jag step inside. They're smiling and I can't stand it. I can't be happy, knowing that I'll die soon. Their happiness just makes me angrier.

"Hi guys," Breeze smiles.

"Hey," Logan says sadly.

"Breeze, did you know that Brooke called you weak and pathetic?" She stares at me, but I can see her anger, so I continue. "She said that Jag was too, but took it back because he's the son of a victor,"

"What? When?"

"Yesterday at training. She said it to all of her arrogant friends. Look out for Jag, but don't worry about pathetic Breeze,"

"Really?" Breeze screeches. I nod. "Ooh, that girl is going to pay!" She cracks her knuckles and closes her eyes. "You'll see…" She continues. Finally, the elevator stops and we exit into the training center.

We are pretty late this time so we join into the circle and the trainer immediately starts talking,

"Remember everything I said yesterday! This is your last day to train before the private sessions. After this we will move onto private sessions followed by the interviews. Good luck to you all, and may the odds be ever in your favor!" With that we were off. I don't go anywhere yet. I follow Breeze to see if she confronts Brooke. She walks fast, with longs strides. She hair is up in a smooth, blonde, ponytail. Jag is chasing after her, but Breeze won't wait for him.

"Breeze, wait up!" He yells, but she ignores him. I catch up to Jag,

"What is she doing?" I ask excitedly.

"I don't know, but she's angy for sure,"

"Obviously," I start to run to meet up with Breeze. I finally catch up and see her staring at the Careers, right next to her. They stare back without any respect.

"What are you doing?" I ask so quietly that the Careers do not hear.

"I don't know, improvising," she whispers. She takes a step forward. The Careers smirk at her and eye her as if she's fresh meat. Brooke takes a step closer to the fuming Girl from Three.

"I heard what you said about me, Brooke Allen. I'll have you know, that I am not pathetic, or weak. I have as much a chance of winning as you do," Brooke rolls her eyes.

"Sure you do," she says sarcastically, "You haven't trained have you? You haven't ever fought, have you? You haven't ever killed anyone, have you? I didn't think so. I guess I was right, like always. You're weak, pathetic, poor little baby girl. You can't live a day without fainting and having a 'nightmare' can you Breeze? I didn't think so. I'll let you go this time, but don't come for a little visit again, or else I'll make sure to kill you and Jag as slowly as I can. Bye now!" She smiles evilly. Breeze looks broken. She's mad, yes, but she's also scared that Brooke will hurt Jag.

"Don't you dare touch either one of us Brooke!" She screams. She feet are glued to the ground, she's frozen and can only talk, although she wants to get out of here.

"Does the little pathetic baby want more? Leave Breeze!" Brooke's voice suddenly goes harsh.

Breeze turns to leave, but hesitates. She stops for a second, then turns around to face Brooke once again, "Don't call me pathetic!" She says so quietly that only Brooke and I can hear her. Then she takes her hands and slaps Brooke's cheek. Breeze walks away quickly, but bravely and I stay to watch Brooke Allen's face. It's red like a tomato and her eyes are big.

"She didn't!" Avery looks shocked as well.

"She just did," Riley replies.

Ginger Lilly's POV

Mackenzie and I are both trying to tie knots when a shriek comes from the other side of the training center. The Girl from Three is walking quickly away from the scene. I want to ask her what's wrong, but she's moving too fast, and I'm a little scared of her to be honest. Rosie follows the girl a few minutes later. I try to get her attention, but she ignores me. People these days! I go back to my knot because no one will tell me.

"What so you think happened?" Mackenzie asked

"No idea. No one will tell us either, so let's get over it," I'm already annoyed today, so no one should start with me if they want to keep their head attached to their body!

"Let's go ask someone!" Mackenzie suggests.

"No offense Mackenzie, I love you, but shut up. I don't feel well today," That does the trick! I wok in appreciated silence for a few minutes, tying knot after knot. I'm not too bad at this! I had trouble with the noose, but the rest was pretty easy for me. I go back to the noose to master it.

Not too long after that Teribithia comes over and I'm forced to be nice again.

"Did you guys hear about Brooke and Breeze?"

"Uh, no." Mackenzie doesn't want to get on my nerves so he talks softly.

"Oh, well Breeze slapped Brooke! Apparently Brooke called Breeze pathetic and someone told her! Did you hear that? I'm not the only one who likes to spark a fire! I'm not the only one!" She skips off happily. She seems a little off today. Usually she's mysterious, and kind of dark, but I guess she was excited for someone like her in the mix of tributes this year.

"Come on Mackenzie, let's go do something else," I say. I'm feeling kind of sad. Why though? I was fine in the train a few days ago, but all of a sudden I got so moody. Well, considering the fact that in three days some of these tributes that I've grown to know will be dead and I could be dead too, as much as I hate to admit it; that's probably the reason.

Riley Townson's POV

"That little brat!" Avery says enraged at Breeze.

"I know, the nerve of her! We'll kill her for sure!" Brooke says. I won't admit it for sure, but I kind of like Breeze and Jag. She had a lot of courage to stand up to Brooke with all of the rest of us backing her up. I was honestly surprised that Brooke didn't kill her right then.

"Definitely," Dylan smiles. I'm not so sure about this alliance. I want to survive though, and these tributes know how to survive the best. It's not like I don't fit in though- I do. I'm trained and can kill as easy as any of them… well maybe not. That's the thing- I don't want to kill, but I don't want to die even more, so I'm sticking with these Careers. If I had an even chance fighting with Breeze I'd ask to be allies with her and Jag.

"The question isn't if we should kill her, it's if we should kill Jag too," Avery grins.

"Duh! Have her watch it!" Brooke squeal. My stomach drops. I don't want to do this.

"Yeah, and don't forget about Mychal!" Pheobe says while everyone ignores her.

"Let's torture them!" Dylan says glumly, yet he sounds excited… then I remember he has a girlfriend at home. He related a little to Lover Girl and Lover Boy.

"Duh!" Brooke says again, "Guys just let me handle it! I can do this. Riley, why do you look so sad? Plotting revenge is always fun!" She uses a flirty voice that I instantly hate.

"Yep. This will be great." Luckily no one picks up on my sarcasm. Brooke's face is still red from when Breeze slapped it and I give a little grin. She's definitely the leader for the Careers this year. She looks like it too. She's strong, beautiful, powerful, smart- that's all you really need for these Games. It doesn't matter if your friendly, or caring, or if you have a family to come home to or not. It just matters if the Capitol likes you, if you accept to being a pawn.

"Hey Riley, why isn't Isabelle a Career?" Dylan asks.

"I dunno. She's skilled enough," but she isn't cruel enough, I think to myself.

"Should we ask her to join us?" Avery suggests.

"No, if she wanted to be with us, she would be," Brooke says.

"Hey do you guys want to have a bet?" Avery asks cheerfully. We all agree, except me, but no one pays attention to me…, "Okay, well you know how in most Hunger Games a tribute goes insane?" we all nod. I don't like where this is going, "Let's bet on who will go insane this year!"

I groan softly, I'm not fond of this idea at all!

"I bet on… Lily!" Avery smirks. "She seems unstable."

"I bet on Tabby! She's kind of a freak! Have you seen her smile?" Brooke says.

"I think… Mychal will!" I bet you can guess who said that- Pheobe.

"Uh… what about Norsh, he's certainly unstable," Dylan adds. There is a minute of silence.

"Well…" Brooke says, looking at me.

"What?"

"Your turn!"

"Oh, ummm… I don't think anyone is going to go insane this year,"

"Riley!" Brooke says flirty- like.

"You said it was a bet, so I bet on who I truly thought- no one!"

"Whatever," Avery says. They all roll their precious little eyes.

BONUS QUESTION! According to me, what is Thresh's younger sister's name? You can find it in one of my stories, it is fairly obvious so I'll give two points to whoever comes up with the correct answer. If you leave a review to the story you find it in I'll give you an extra point! (The review has to say more than 'Update soon' or etc.). Remember- if you answer in review I take one of the points you already have and don't give you any new ones!

Also sorry Rosie's part was longer than the other tribute's just because there was a lot of action in it! Tell me, who do you think will go insane this year? Or do you agree with Riley? Next is the private sessions!:)