Valeria Clarke

I'm finally feeling something that I would never expect to feel at the Capitol. Bored. These people are taking so long in their sessions that I can't imagine what on earth they're doing. I had better see a lot of good scores, or I'll wonder what on earth took so long. At least I still have my allies, Ali and Yvae. We're from 10, 11, and 12, so I'll be first to go into the training room out of the three of us. I ease out of the conversation we're having, and look around.

"Carlie Kempf, District 7 female." has just gone in. Although she's from 7, she's still pretty vicious; I've seen her in training. She's a career, the last one to go in, as most are from the lower districts.

The boy from 7, whose name currently escapes me, I think it's Thomas or Tommy or something along those lines. For now he'll be Logger boy. He certainly looks the part, and that's what he was portrayed as in the Chariot rides. He's chatting with Yvae's District partner, Chase, who keeps turning around and looking at Yvae, who blushes madly and glares playfully at him. Earlier, Logger boy was talking to the girl from 9. Ooh, maybe our first Hunger Games romance.

I can't see the point of romances in the arena, I mean; I can barely see the point of alliances. Sure, if they're trustworthy it's helpful, but they could slit your throat in your sleep, and turn against you. But here I am, with 2 allies, and I am not planning to slit their throats. I just hope they aren't going to slit mine.

There's a puny kid from District 9 who looks as if he's about to throw up. He's pale as a ghost and his legs are shaking. I feel bad for him, I'm not sure he'll survive the bloodbath. I'm trying not to feel bad for people, though, because 1 more death is just brining me closer to home.

There are 2 more puny kids from 10 and 11, apparently the boys had some bad luck when they got picked.

The 10 and 11 boys have formed an alliance, and talk quietly, every time they look up at a tribute their eyes get wide and they turn away quickly, like they've forgotten where they are and who they're up against. Or maybe they're still in shock or something, in disbelief of the whole situation.

I've accepted what's going to happen, and although it's way more frightening, it's better this way, I can prepare myself.

After a little while, my name is called, and I head into the training room, ready to do my little routine. I'm pretty good with the survival stuff, traps, camouflage, and stuff like that. The only thing that is a problem for me is climbing, and I don't really have a major weapon that I like. I use a slingshot, and although it's not a weapon to be laughed at, (it can crack a skull) it'll be hard for it to compete with a bow and arrow or a knife.

I've immensely improved my aim, so I pick up a slingshot and rock, hurling it at the eyeball of the dummy. Blood comes pouring out, mission accomplished. I set a few snares and basic traps, demonstrating on dummies. I run across the room a few times, hoping the gamemakers get that I'm trying to show them how fast I am. My session seems immensely short compared to some of the other tributes, so I think hard about what else I can do. I remember taking a gymnastics lesson or two when I was little, and I wasn't half bad. I try a back walkover, and then a back handspring.

"Thank you." I say.

"You're dismissed." says a gamemaker.

I've shown them what I can do, and I'm feeling confident.

Mathew Migeul

"I have nothing to show the gamemakers." I say, burying my face in my arms.

"Er, it's okay. You'll think of something." Says my ally, Samuel.

I've been training for 3 days, trying to find a weapon, trying to make traps, trying to camouflage myself, trying to run fast. But I can't do any of it! All the other tributes, they've found a weapon, they can make traps, and they're strong, fast, or smart.

I've seen people like me in the Hunger Games. For about 5 minutes. Before they're killed in the bloodbath.

I don't want to go show myself to the gamemakers, when I suddenly get a great idea. Tonight, I will hide. I'll find somewhere, maybe I'll go outside, into the capitol. I will escape, I'll find a way to get back home. I'm good at hiding, I guess. Better than at that than anything else. And I won't die in the games.

When my name is called, I go inside the sessions room, and I attempt to throw a knife at a dummy. I misses. Like, really misses, hitting a dummy on about 5 feet away from the one I was aiming at on the leg. But I don't care! I'm so proud of my plan!

I'm saved!

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