Training (Chrissy's PoV)

"Up, up, up," Lilac trilled. "It's six A.M., rise and shine!"

Six in the morning? Why the hell would I ever get up at six in the morning? And if my escort thought that just telling me to get up was going to get me out of bed, then she was sadly mistaken.

"Come on," she urged. "Today's a big day and you need to start your training." She tried shaking me, but I didn't like that, so I began to kick around, one time I even hit her face.

"Chrysanthemum Xenobeth wake up this instant," she demanded angrily.

"I'm tired," I moaned.

"That doesn't matter, your training begins today," she continued. When I didn't budge, she proceeded to taking the covers off. I really hated that feeling, but I wasn't about to give in.

"You need to wake up now," she screamed.

This on going battle lasted a good forty-five minutes.

"Ebony was hard to wake up, but nothing like this," Lilac muttered. She paused for a moment before calling for my mentor.

I heard Ebony's footsteps as she walked in. "What?" she asked.

"Can you help me get her up, she'll be penalized if she's late for training," Lilac pleaded.

"Fine," Ebony agreed. I felt her physically take me out of bed and stand me up. She grabbed the outfit that was sitting on my chair and handed it to me. "This is your training outfit, put it on and run downstairs. Training starts at seven. If you hurry, you'll be able to catch up with Basil. He just left."

I quickly got dressed in an attempt to be able to meet up with Basil. I had a question I'd been meaning to ask him.

"Hey Basil wait up!"

"Huh," he turned to me.

"Do you wanna be star crossed lovers," I asked.

"No," he replied. It took me a while to comprehend what he just said.

"What do you mean no!?" I exclaimed.

"I mean no I don't wanna be star crossed lovers," he said as if it were a simple answer.

"Why not," I shrieked.

"Two reasons," he began. "I have a girlfriend back home and do you even know what happened in the 74th Hunger Games."

"Yes I do," I responded. "Katniss and Peeta both won-"

"And then they were both executed," he cut me off.

I folded my arms. Screw him, I thought. If he's not gonna be my star-crossed lover, then fine. I'll find someone else. I could not go this long without a boyfriend.

He rolled his eyes at me. "Come on, let's get to the training area so we can think of strategies that could actually help us win." He opened the door.

"Finally, we have everyone here, let's get started," the head trainer Valentina began.

I looked around. Most of the tributes looked groggy, irritable or both. The pair from one seemed alert and ready. What surprised me was that the two from four looked energetic. The girl looked extremely nervous, but still energetic.

Valentina explained that we didn't only need to learn how to use weapons, but we also needed to learn survival skills. "Dehydration and starvation can kill you just as easily as a knife." She informed us then added "And weather will play a key role in whether you survive since this year's arena has a climate that changes everyday."

Then she went over the rules, which included no hurting other tributes before the games begin. The girl form two looked extremely unhappy about that.

After her little speech, we we're free to head to whichever stations we wanted. I didn't really care about stations though, I was more interested in a love life, but finding one was turning out to be much harder than I thought. I spent the entire first half of training pleading to most of the cute boys, but they all turned me down. And ALL of their answers had something to do with the 74th hunger games.

Come lunch, Basil had already found a group of boys to ally with, so I was forced to eat alone, which was miserable (even though capitol food is delicious). When that was over, I went in front of the empty fire making station to ask the pretty cute blond boy from eight.

"No," he said looking at me like I was crazy. "It's like she's never heard of the 74th," he muttered while leaving.

"What are you doing," inquired a voice from behind me.

I jumped and turned around. I could've sworn there was no one there two seconds ago, but right in front of me was the small ginger girl from district four. With hair as vivid as hers, I'm really surprised I didn't spot her earlier.

"I just wanna find a star crossed lover okay," I responded.

"I'm not so sure that's a good idea," she told me, "Do you know what happened in the 74th hunger games."

"Why does everyone keep bringing that up," I complained.

"Because it's a valid point," she said matter-of-factly. It didn't come off as mean though. It sort of sounded like how friends tease each other.

I sighed, "not only do I not have a star crossed lover, I don't even have an ally."

"Neither do I, why don't we join forces," she offered.

I smiled, "sure I'd like that."

I crouched down with her at the fire making station, which I was terrible at, but Zilla, which I learned her name was, was able to start one right of the bat.

Since the careers had occupied almost all of the weapon stations, we decided to check out some of the other ones like camouflage, knot tying, climbing, and edible plants. That was my best one.

By the end of the day, I figured I had made a pretty decent alliance. Zilla would be able to keep us warm and I'd be able to keep us fed. I wasn't so sure how well we'd be able to fight other tributes, but I'd worry about that later.