Hey Guys! Sorry I havent updated in a REALLY long time! I have been on vacation then vacation then vacation, and I didn't have computer access in any! Well, I'm going to try and get the next chapter up today because I am going out of town again on Thursday. So here it is:


Annora POV (D8)

I wake up to the glorious smell of scrambled eggs and French toast, and to the very not glorious sound of our escort, Lisi, banging on my bedroom door. Nevertheless, I cheerily get out of bed and move to wake Aster, when I realize that she is back at home with my little brother, Jake. I hope that the neighbors take pity on my family and take them in. I choke back a round of salty tears and throw on black sweats and a blue t-shirt; my training outfit. I have to say that the style isn't the most fashionable but it is very comfortable. Just the way I like my clothes. I brush out my hair, now layered and thinned, courtesy of Ladybug, my evil stylist. I give my hair one last brush-through and head to the dining room for breakfast. I see Ashur sitting next to an empty seat, Lanna, my mentor, and Jero, Ashur's mentor, are sitting side by side across from Ashur. At the ends of the table are Lisi and Ladybug, surprisingly Ashur's stylist isn't there. I take the empty seat beside Ashur and silently wonder how many insults Ladybug is going to attack me with when there are other people around. I lean in toward Ashur. "Why is Ladybug here?" I ask him.

He leans into me also. "She didn't tell me, but I overheard her talking to Lisi about keeping you in line." He says the last part with a small smile. "Did you really do something that bad during chariot prepping that she has to check up on you?" His smile grows. I groan softly.

"She just hates me!" I giggle. Ashur gives out a much more dignified chuckle. Ladybug and Lisi send us glares, mostly at me, but our mentors look amused.

"If you are finished annoying that poor boy, Annora, wipe that smile off of your face. It makes you even uglier than you already are." Ladybug snaps at me, her eyes telling me that she knows that I will do so. Instead, I smile even bigger. Why don't you smile a little bit, Ladybug? Oh yeah, that obvious plastic surgery job makes it almost impossible to move your lips, isn't that right? I desperately want to say, but I know that doing so will only make me an even bigger enemy out of Ladybug. A pretty Avox girl, around eighteen, with long black hair, tan skin, and violet eyes, comes out of the door, being followed by a troupe of other Avoxes, arms laden with plates. The black-haired Avox sets down a plate filled with delicious food: scrambled eggs with onions, potatoes, and red peppers, French toast, and four strips of crispy bacon. I lick my lips, ready to dig in. "Annora, if you dare touch a piece of that fatty food I will rip your arms out of your sockets." Ladybug's shrill voice cuts through my happiness. She snaps her red fingers and the black-haired Avox hurries over to her. She whispers something, dismisses the Avox, and then leans back in her chair. The black-haired Avox whisks my plate away and replaces it with a bowl of fruit. I glare at Ladybug, then shrug and spear a piece of cantaloupe.

Once we are all finished with our breakfast, Lisi herds Ashur and me into the elevator and tells us to make an alliance. "Today is your last full day of training. Tomorrow, you won't have as much time to befriend the other tributes."

"I don't want to 'befriend' the other tributes," Ashur mumbles. Lisi pretends to ignore him and waves as the elevator doors close and Ashur and I zoom towards the Training Center.

"Wanna be allies?" I gulp. "I know I'm not good at much, but I can run, and, uh, and I'm kinda strong… sorry, I'm rambling. So, uh, whad'ya say?" I fight back tears as I realize that I bungled my chance at surviving with Ashur as my ally.

"I can't," Ashur doesn't look at my eyes.

"What, Why?" I yell, but Ashur is already out the door and dashing towards the Careers.

Kiki POV (D11)

I guess I'm in an alliance now. I didn't have to even ask, I was asked. By that Colt kid and his district partner, the one with the really long nails. I don't really understand why; I'm a fourteen-year-old runaway who is thin and small and practically blows away in the wind. I'm not saying that I'm not strong or not a fighter, but I don't look like much on the outside. The girl with the long fingernails is skilled with daggers; I had seen her yesterday at the station. And Colt is very tall and strong, probably good at hand to hand. I just don't get why they would want me in their alliance.

I head over to the snare station, since it is not occupied by many tributes as it was yesterday. I pick up some materials and set to work on a snare big and strong enough to trap a human. When I am finished about five minutes later, I am showered with praise from the instructor. "Not bad," I hear a voice from behind me say. When I turn my head, I see that it is none other than the girl from Nine with the long fingernails. She is currently tapping her lip with one of those fingernails, like she is contemplating something. "I see why you would make a good ally. That thing could trap Two." She nods her head in the direction of the monstrous boy from District Two, then gives me a kind smile. I'm glad that she is my ally. I give her a small close-lipped smile in return and then work on a different snare. The girl walks away, back to the dagger station, and I see her decapitate a dummy with a few flicks or her small wrist. I turn and see that Colt has flipped a sparring partner to the floor in hand-to-hand combat. Another smile graces my lips. Maybe I can survive this thing.

Ashur POV (D8)

I saunter to the Careers, trying not to look back at my very disappointed and confused District partner. Because of course, I know that I couldn't partner up with her and the Careers. I march up to Ebony, the girl that invited me in the first place, and then stop and wait for her to turn to me. She is talking to the girl from One, and the girl from One turns and looks me over. Seeing her fellow Career's attention diverted, Ebony turns. She sees me, smiles kindly, and brushes a strand of dark chocolate hair out of her face with her left hand. A diamond glints in the light. We have more in common than I thought. I wait a moment, then I see the boys from One, Two, and Four, and the girl from Four come over to join us. I clear my throat, slightly nervous that I had attracted a Career audience.

"Uh, I have decided to take you up on your offer. I'll be a Career." Ebony's smile grows wider, a terrible scowl goes onto the boy from Two's face, and the girl from One raises an eyebrow and gives me a crooked smile.

"Well, we've already met, but I'm Ebony. This is my District partner, Erik." She gestures to the scowling boy. I almost laugh, she introduces him like a mother would introduce her sullen child.

"I'm Carbon," The small boy from One says.

"Marcus." From the boy from Four.

"I'm Emma, from Four."

The girl from One cocks a bare knee, causing me to look at her long legs exposed in teeny short shorts. "I'm Glamor," she purrs. "You can call me Glam." She gives me a seductive smile, and I nonchalantly scruff my hair with my left hand, causing the band to be super visible. Her smile drops.

All of the Careers are looking at me now. "Wybock. Ashur Wybock." I say, giving my new alliance a dazzling smile. Who knows, maybe I won't have to kill anyone. My alliance can do that for me. It'll be a free ride to the final eight. Then I can run away and wait it out, only killing when absolutely necessary.

Anya here I come.

Corin (D7)

Brrrriiinng! Brrrriinng!

The large room empties of tributes as the lunch bell rings. I catch my sister by the arm and we walk to an empty table together. Our table is towards the right corner of the lunch room, and we start to dig in to our food, some from Seven and some from other districts. My sister has her plate piled high with District Four food; she acquired quite a taste for seafood. I look around as my sister chats to me about how skilled she has gotten with daggers. My eyes rest on a bronze-blonde haired girl scanning the room for a place to sit. I don't think she has seen us yet. "Hey, Ten, over here!" I holler with a smile. Evi turns her head towards me and matches my smile. She immediately head toward our table, her tray laden with food.

"Hey Seven, other Seven." Evi says with a smirk as she slides onto the bench beside me. Her leg brushes mine, probably on accident, but it causes my heart to beat so hard that I swear that the Careers in the center of the room can hear it.

"Corin, who's this?" Avella asks me, practically ignoring Evi and not trying to mask her rudeness. I feel Evi's eyes burning into me.

"Um, Avella, this is our new ally, Evi Trint." I face my sister, though somewhat reluctantly. Evi turns from me and gives Avella a smirk-smile.

Avella takes in Evi's gorgeous green eyes, full pink lips, and lovely face. She looks at me, and then back at Evi, her eyes communicating that she knows that there is something going on. "Why didn't you ask me about this, Corin?" Avella says, disdain in her voice. She brushes a piece of curly brown hair behind her ear. "I thought we were allies." Oh God, this could have gone so much better.

"You didn't ask your own sister, Corin?" Evi says, her smirk gone and an eyebrow raised. Oh Dear Lord, someone please come sit at this table and save me!

"Uh, well, I thought that, uh, you wouldn't mind, Av." I say to my angry sister. Avella rolls her eyes at me pointedly. It's a gesture that I know well from growing up with her. She is telling me that she would yell, er, talk, to me later but to anyone it looked dismissive.

"So, Evi, what's District Ten like?" Avella asks, trying to be friendly. Evi bursts into an animated conversation about all of the famous mathematicians that she knows, and Avella listens politely. This thing might work.

The bell rings again and the tributes file inside. Our moderator is talking about how tomorrow would be our private sessions with the Gamemakers and we only have two more hours to train. Looking around, I noticed that some of the kids looked terrified, while others looked excited. Avella looks happy because of her new found skill with daggers. I honestly have no clue what to do for my session. Maybe Avella and Jero can help me figure it out later.

When the moderator frees us again, most of the lower District tributes run off to work at other stations and frantically get more survival skills. I see the boy from Eight laughing with two Careers: the dark-haired girl from Two and the boy with the fishhook in his ear from Four. It looks like the Careers took newbies this year. I don't blame them, he is pretty strong and will probably get tons of sponsors. The boy from District Two, with greasy hair and a snake-ish face, is glaring furiously at his new fellow Career. He better watch out if he doesn't want an enemy for an ally.

I also see the two tributes from District Nine with the girl from District Eleven at the snare station. The girl from District Eleven, Kiki, I think, is showing Colt and Iota from Nine how to make a snare. Iota does pretty well, but Colt's big fingers get in the way. Then the girl from Five sits next to him and works on a snare of her own, letting some strands of crimson hair getting in her face. I see the Colt boy blush and work furiously on his snare, ignoring Kiki's comments, and bungling the snare.

It seems like this'll be an interesting year.

Celsie POV (D5)

I try in vain to ignore the group next to me and focus on my own work, but I can't help eavesdropping. In my peripheral vision I see the dark-haired girl from District Eleven trying to teach her allies – Colt and whats-her-name from Nine, how to create a trap that would work with a human. Then, the boy next to me, Colt, completely bungles his snare and traps his thumb, desperately trying to free it. I look over and can't help but laugh. Loudly. The boy looks over at me and blushes scarlet, still trying to free his thumb. His allies are too busy cracking up to help him, so I do.

"Here, let me help you with that." I say gently, untangling the rope in order to set his thumb free. "There, all better." I say with a smile. Colt just widens his eyes and stammers that he has to go. Then he does, leaving me bewildered behind him. Kiki, the girl tribute from District Eleven flies after Colt, but his district partner lingers a little longer. Her green eyes meet mine sympathetically and she gives me a smile.

"Iota." She says, extending her hand in a friendly way.

"Celsie, but you can call me Cici." I say, matching her smile and shaking her hand.

"Welcome to the alliance." Iota says.


So this is the second Training Chapter! The next chapter I am going to reveal the scores and the chapter after that is the interview chapter! I think that I am going to do it in the point of view of the audience and Caesar. Ok, so please review! I really want at least four more reviews and don't forget to sponsor you fave tributes!