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Maysilee

The next two days go by in a whirl. I spend the second day of training going to more stations, like rock climbing and weapons. I decided to practice more with the blow gun and I was able to hit all the targets set up within an hour of practice.

When it was time for lunch Haymitch and I sat together again and discussed the other tributes' strengths and weaknesses that we've observed so far. Like the girl from District 6 for example, she seems to know her stuff when it comes to what plants are useful for remedies, but she lacks in physical strength.

The rest of the day I focus on some of the other stations I haven't visited yet. I try not to stay too long so that I can get as much information crammed into my head as possible by the end of training. And when it's time to head back to our floors for the night I feel that I know considerably more than I did at the start of the day.

After a lengthy dinner where we all talk about how training went, Haymitch and I head to the roof. We sit in peace for awhile and watch the sunset over the Capitol.

Then we start talking about home. I tell him all about my family.

I tell him about my twin sister, Myrella, who doesn't have a very strong will, but who is a very caring person. Her and I are inseparable back home. Then I move on to my parents, who are a perfect match. There's my mom who always puts others before herself and my father who strives to make sure we have everything he never had and more. It's unfair that they have to watch one of their children fight for her life in the arena where the odds of making it out alive are very very slim. Finally I tell him about my friend Laurel. She has an affinity towards medicine, and is like another sister to me.

Haymitch then told me about his loved ones. How his mother is an amazing cook and can make something great from virtually nothing. And how his brother Eric is his best friend. The whole time he talked about them there was a smile on his face. I can tell he loves his family dearly, and it broke my heart to think that he might not be able to see them again.

Soon it became too cold so we headed back down to our rooms and hugged each other goodnight.

At the last day of training I tackled some of the remaining stations and tried to think about what I will do at my private session with the gamemakers. And after what appeared to be no time at all we were all called to lunch where I am now currently waiting for my turn to go in front of the gamemakers. This is where being in District 12 is a disadvantage. Especially if you are the female tribute. That means that I am the very last one to show them what I can do. The waiting is killing me. So far, the tributes up to District 8 have gone. I can't seem to keep still; I am fidgeting in my seat and it is only getting worse as the time goes by. Soon Haymitch takes hand in his and slowing rubs the back of it with his thumb. Gratitude quickly engulfs me as I think about how grateful I am to have someone I can call a friend sitting here with me right now. Though, a voice in the back of head tells me that really this isn't good at all since my friend could be dead in a matter of days, as well as myself. But for the moment, I quite that voice and focus on what is currently happening.

The rest of the tributes eventually head back into the training room one by one for their private sessions and it's just Haymitch and myself left.

"Knock 'em dead Haymitch!" I tell him. After all, if I don't win than I want him too. And doing well in these private sessions means a high training score, which then gets you sponsors.

"I always do." He cockily says to me.

And with that, Haymitch's name is called and I give his hand a squeeze before he heads off. I then start to get fidgety again without Haymitch here, luckily none of the others are here to see as they all are required to head back to their rooms after their session.

It doesn't take long though for my name to be called. So I get up, try to hold my head high, and walk into the training room. The gamemakers are all at a desk eating their dinner and don't even appear to be paying any attention. While this does calm my nerves, it also worries me that they won't give me a fair training score. I decide to use the blowgun since I am pretty good at that and it hopefully won't be something boring that the other gamemakers have seen repeatedly. While I was waiting for my turn I thought back to previous Games and I don't remember anyone using a blow gun in recent years, so hopefully this will make me stick out.

So when I grab the blowgun I position myself in front of the targets and give it all I have. And within 5 minutes all the targets have a dart in the center circle. I look over at the gamemakers and while some aren't paying attention it seems that at least half are giving me approving nods and a few are even clapping.

I am then dismissed and I take a deep calming breath as I head to the elevator and zip up to floor 12.

That night we receive our training scores. The scores can range from 1 to 12.

I nervously await my score next to Haymitch on the couch. As the pictures of the other tributes flash by along with their scores dread fills me when I see some have received 11s. I'm terrified to think what those tributes showed that got them such high scores. They will be ones to watch out for. I clutch Haymitch's hand when it District 12's turn. Lucy's picture comes up and she receives a score of 5, and soon after Jarod's shows up with a 6. Lucy becomes a little upset but Jarod on the other hand seems enraged. He storms off to his room without a word. Next up is Haymitch, he receives a 10.

Damon mutters a 'good job', while Rosale enthusiastically claps and says, "Great job Haymitch, I'm so proud!"

I turn to Haymitch with a smile on my face and say, "That's a great score, congrats!" And I really mean it, I'm so happy for him. He's sure to get some sponsors with that score!

I look back at the screen and my picture comes up…with a 9 underneath! My mouth drops open. There's no way that can be right! A 9? All I did was use a blowgun! The originality factor must have been greater than I thought. I'm absolutely thrilled, I'm sure to at least get one or two sponsors now!

Haymitch congratulates me and Rosale claps again and seems pretty pleased to have two high scoring tributes. Damon just mutters a response again, 'that's pretty good'. I wasn't really expecting much from him so I just grin back and say thanks to everyone, still clutching Haymitch's hand.

Haymitch

I felt like I'd been asleep for only a couple minutes when I heard her. The sound of those annoying shoes walking down the hall to my room. Wow, I can now anticipate her coming. Great.

Click-clack ,click-clack, click-clack. Knock, knock, knock. I must be cutting it close to the time that we are supposed to be at the training center.

"Haymitch! Time to wake up!" She says in a sing song voice.

"I'm up." I say. I know that she'll keep knocking if I don't get up now. Who knows she might even get Damon. I look at the clock. It's eight-thirty.

I take a quick shower and get dressed in the clothes that have been left out for me again. Same clothes as yesterday.

I head to the dining cart and fill up my plate. I have to hurry and eat because I have to be at the training center in fifteen minutes. My food is all gone from my plate within minutes.

When I get to the elevator, it's eight fifty-six. I wonder what they would do if I skipped training? Would Rosale come and drag me by the ear down there? Would Damon kick my butt? Would they just think that if I don't come to training that I don't care if I win or not and leave me alone? I don't know what they would do. But I'm not thinking about skipping out, especially if I can try to help either me or Maysilee win.

So, I'm the last one at the training center. Everyone else has already started working at the stations. I decided that I was going to work with the weapons today. The Careers are all there now and they are giving me dirty looks, but what do I care. According to the rules, I can work with anything I want and they can't pick a fight with me. And according to Damon, they will keep messing with me until we get into the arena. And as long as I don't provoke them, I won't become their number one target in the arena, which normally I wouldn't care and take them on, but my goal in this competition is making sure that the winner isn't a Career. If the winner isn't me, it's going to be Maysilee. I'm going to make sure of that.

Training goes by really slow today. By lunch time I feel as if I've been at the weapon station for the whole day. And only half has past. I eat lunch with Maysilee again and we discuss the other tributes' strengths and weaknesses.

After lunch, I spend the rest of the day rotating stations. I still don't know what I am going to do for the private training session for the Gamemakers. When the whistle blows and the training is over, I head to the elevators. The Careers are the first ones on again and I don't see Maysilee. So I head up the stairs. It's only twelve floors after all.

I am breathing heavily when I finally reach the twelfth floor and go to my room for a shower.

When I get out I get dressed in some jeans and a t-shirt and Rosale is knocking on my door when I am outing on my shoes.

"Dinner time, Haymitch." She says.

We go to dinner and it goes by even slower than training. And when it's over Maysilee and I go straight up to the roof, not even stopping by our rooms. We watch the sun set in the Capitol and enjoy the nice breeze that is going through the air.

She tells me about her family. Her sister Myrella and her parents. Her friend Laurel. The things she misses from home.

I tell her about my family and tell her that Eric is my best friend and how my mother could make a decent meal out of anything I brought her. It feels like I should be sad talking about my family, knowing that I will probably never see them again, but Maysilee makes me forget about what is to come in the days ahead when I talk to her. I feel happy when I'm with her.

When it gets cold we head back to our rooms and go to bed. One more day of training, then there is the interview day. After that, we are in the arena and only one is going to come out alive.

When I'm lying there in bed, I'm thinking about the other night, when Maysilee thanked me for being there. I said "I always will be." Was that a mistake? What if I can't be there and she dies? Maybe I should have said "I will always try to be"? But would that have sounded too insincere? I keep throwing words I could have said instead and none of them seem right. Maybe I just should've said "Your Welcome" like any normal person would have said. But no, I just have to be difficult, don't I.

I wake up early the next morning. Today is the day that I preform for the Gamemakers and they give me my score. I shower, dress, and head to the dining room. Nobody is there, but there is a table full of food ready for my disposal. I eat like there is no tomorrow, but who knows what the next few days will bring me. I can't sit there by myself for any longer, so I head to the raining center. There is more than enough time for me to get there, so I take the stairs again. When I get there, there is only one other tribute. One from District Three. I don't remember his name, but he's small. I'd take a guess that he was twelve years old, thirteen at most. Poor kid. The other tributes poured in, all forty-six of them.

Then the training starts. I keep rotating and go to every station for fifteen minutes each. I want to make sure that I get to all of them. I also want to make sure that I can figure out what I am going to do for. When lunch comes, I have still have no idea what I am going to do. Maybe some knife throwing. Or I'll try some knots. I think I'll stick to the knife throwing. I don't really care what my score is. The higher it is, the more people I'll have tracking me down. Though, I don't really want it too low. I still need sponsors. I'm second to last, being a boy from District Twelve. The boy goes first in the private training sessions, the girl goes last. But this year, since there is double, there is a kind of pattern going on. Boy, girl, boy, girl, from each district. And I am the second boy.

Maysilee is sitting next to me. I can tell she's anxious. She won't stop moving. I grab her hand and rub the back of it. My mother used to do this to me when I was upset or sad and it always made me feel better.

"Knock 'em dead, Haymitch." She says

"I always do." I say and smile back at her.

We sit there for a few more minutes. My name is called. I hate to leave her, but I have to. She squeezes my hand as I stand.

It's weird to walk into the training center when no one is in there. I can do whatever I want. What should I do?

I see the knives and go grab them. Then I got to the dummies and start throwing them. I hit all ten of the dummies.

I don't think I'm really impressing the Gamemakers. They are just eating their food and drinking. So I grab all of the knives and decide to try from a different level. I strap them to my belt and climb up the rock climbing wall. When I get to the top, I stand on the ledge. I throw the knives at the dummies again. I hit eight of them. So I climb back down and retrieve the knives again. Now I'm just going to keep throwing them from short distance.

I'm finally released and I head back to my room to wait until dinner. I didn't eat much during lunch so I order some snacks and relax on my bed.

Dinner comes and goes. There isn't much talking. Everyone is nervous about their training scores.

We head to the other room with the TV and a huge couch for everyone to sit on. I sit by Maysilee. The scores for the other districts are ok. Nines, tens and a few elevens for the Careers. Mostly fives, sixes, and sevens for those who aren't Careers.

Finally District Twelve's faces pop up. Lucy gets a five and she starts crying. Jarod gets a six. He is really angry and he stomps away.

Finally my face pops up and now I realized how truly worries I was about getting a bad score.

I got a ten. I have no idea how that could have happened. It's not like they were even paying any attention to me.

Everyone congratulates me. Even Maysilee, she looks so happy about my score.

Then Maysilee's score is announced. Nine. That's a really good score! She looks surprised. Like she can't believe it. I congratulate her and so does everyone else. She says thanks to everyone and smiles. She doesn't stop smiling until we get to her room and say goodnight.