Training Day Three

District Eight

Farro Kasha, 16

I wake up to my face in the white silk pillow and the sun just barely reaching in through the window and I guess that means the storm is finally gone. I guess it is just something that predicts the hell that is to be coming soon. In exactly two day. Today is the last day of training and then the interviews.

Then the Games will begin.

When I was standing in that town center back home in District Eight I had one thing on my mind, my dead love, the fact my parents hate me, and the fact like was more awful than usually. But now I guess things are different. I am glad I am here and that twelve year old boy doesn't have to be but somehow I am just getting cold feet. But then my thoughts travel back to Mia and how she is never coming back.

Then I go in a tantrum remembering that all of this could be solved if that damn escort didn't pull her name out. Then I would be back home with her, friends, and my family. Now I just have nothing. I have already decided that I am not going to win, I am going to try my best but then my mind drifts to those careers and know I stand no chance. But I am not going down without a fight.

I get up once I hear the escort knocking on the door and remember she pulled Mia's name out and get angry a bit and dress quickly storming out the door not looking at her before walking to the eating room and sit down at the table where Beth is already with her hair in a pony tail all ready for our last day of training and then everyone is just so quiet that for some reason it bothers me. Of course not for any reason I can manage to think of.

So when the Avox comes I just tell the girl that I want coffee because I have never drunken it ever before and I want to try it before I go into the Hunger Games. "So last day," I say to everyone.

"Yup." Bethaney says calmly twirling her pony tail with her hand as she drinks orange juice from a straw and the orange thing fills the clear straw and I turn seeing the Avox was quick and got me the coffee and I just take a sip of it before the hot stuff fills my mouth and a choke a little bit and drink cold water.

The mentor laughs a little. "Can't handle coffee just black? If I were you I would add some milk or cream to it." I nod and add it to the coffee not knowing I was suppose to and this time it tastes so much better and with lots more flavor.

"Well unless you want to be late for your last day of training you two need to get going!" The escort says and me and Beth nod before finishing our breakfast.

District Five

Oz Tesla, 18

The elevator surges downwards and I fix my shirt and out of the corner of my eye I see Ada playing with the sleeve of her red shirt that went down to her elbows and well her hair unlike most of the girls is not in a ponytail or braid. Mostly because since her hair is so short it is impossible for her to pull it back. The escort smiles and waves goodbye to us when the elevator comes to a stop and I already see everyone training already.

A knife flies through the air out from the District Two girl's hand and hits right on the bulls-eye. I wish I could do that. I mean if I was brains and strong then I would be unstoppable. I walk around till Aschen and Micro arrive and I walk up to them. "I say we should probably spend the last day kind of just picking up survival skills to be able to eat and stay alive." I tell them and they shrug all okay with the idea.

Micro sighs and both I and Aschen give him strange looks before he looks to the side and I follow his gaze to his District Partner Katie. "That girl is quite sadistic." Mirco says shaking his head and both I and Aschen exchange looks and then Micro sees us confused. "She is very evil wither she shows it or not I can tell."

"Micro she is just a twelve year old." Aschen says. I can't tell now but something makes me believe Micro especially since he is intelligent so I know he knows what he is talking about.

"I know and she is an orphan," Micro says. "But I just know this okay? I am going to find out why she is so evil too."

"Should we warn the others?" Aschen asks.

I shake my head. "No let them figure out on their own." It sounds mean but it is true. Only one can live. And making two other friends is something strange enough but warning everyone of the girl that could defiantly keep the Capitol excited. I mean if the Capitol is happy with everything going on then the Game Makers are less likely to interfere to make things interesting.

Quite logically actually.

Micro nods. "I agree but I promise today is my last day really to talk to her without the possibility of her hurting me so I will find out and when I do you two will know. But that is if you all survive the bloodbath."

District Eleven

Branch Foster, 17

I pick up the axe trying to get use to it and toss it towards the target. It doesn't hit too well but if it was a person it would do the trick. Besides I have already decided my fist will be my weapons in the Games. Unlike those other careers I don't need any weapon to help me. I smirk at this and I see Tara to the side of me.

"Hey Branch," She says with her lips pulled into a thin line. I don't really see her as a threat just because she is defiantly not as strong as me. She walks to the side of me and picks up an axe before looking to me as I toss one and it hits the outer ring of the target. She nods her head. "Not bad but not amazing either." She arches her arm and throws the target and it hits pretty good and stable in the second circle from the bulls-eye in the target. I roll my eyes at her. "I have had practice." She says before giving me a small smile and walking away her hair dancing on her back as she walks over to Jasper.

I don't need to get worried by her. She is just some girl anyway and I am just glad I guess to test my strength and show I am stronger than my father. I guess the next two weeks for me will be like a stress reliever or something around that.

I toss another axe that doesn't even hit the target angrily. So what if an axe isn't my strength? I could beat those careers in a fight any day and if they don't know that then I will show them. I glare angrily and don't care what my District thinks.

Do they even care about me? I mean they did nothing. They knew my uncle was addicted to morphine yet they did nothing and let me live with them man. They were cowards and now I don't care if they don't approve me being a career. I just want to win and this is the way to do it.

So who cares what a District of cowards think? They wouldn't even volunteer to save their own family because they are weak and we are just the District that no one care about. And I am just a tribute from that plant District. That is all people expect of me and it makes me want to scream.

I will make them notice my District.

District Six

Dawn Evans, 16

I run my hands along the knot as I tie it into a trap and my hands move quickly but I keep messing up so I just try to slow it down and try to get it right but it truly hard. I don't even understand how I ended up with Isaac next to me as my new ally. But I don't really mind. He seems strong and doesn't seem like someone I can't trust. But I do look at him from the corner of my eyes my trust is something he has yet to completely win yet. I mean alliances in the Hunger Games were always strange to me. I never understood why people would get close to someone when one of you is going to die.

But my mentor said it would be a good idea and Isaac just has this thing about him that makes it enjoyable to be around and I just try to shove as much training as possible into this last day my heart racing more than it should just knowing tomorrow I have my interviews.

My sister would tell me that I can't me an alliance just because he could never survive if I want to win but there is just a point where I will never be her. I can never be her and though there has always been part of my jealous of her I just need to focus on what is ahead of me and it is comforting knowing that there is someone to be there with me and I won't be on my own.

But that makes me sound weak.

I am passed caring though. So soon the day just goes by in a flash and soon I see people beginning to leave for lunch and I put down the knot I have been working on and I turn to Isaac. "We should go now." I say to him.

He nods and we walk together to sit at a table and get food and I pile it all into my mouth starving since I didn't really eat that much of a breakfast and I think I gained a few pounds happily which gives me more fat to loss during the games. And my stylist said I needed to gain some pounds anyway because then my figure will fill out a little more and I won't just be skin and bones. But I don't care I just don't want to be that tribute that ends up starving.

"So it is the last day and I think we should think over some bloodbath ideas." Isaac says. "I just think we shouldn't go blindly into it." He adds.

This is the boy who I rambled on to about my dislike for all of this. And still after that he wants to be my ally so I know it is true we need to have some kind of plan for the bloodbath. "I think we should just grab some things and just make a run for it." I say between bites.

"Then it is a plan.

District Ten

Coraline Emberly, 17

Wolff looks up at me from staring at his fingers as he slowly taps the table. "Laugh," He says to me and smiles. I laugh going along with it. "You know I like having an alliance but I hate pretending." I tell him after all lunch long having to pretend like the two of us are having a jolly time laughing like old friends. Trust me I like having him as an ally but when the mentors told us we had to pretend to be happy it was strange.

Usually I am a very cheery person but I guess I just don't like pretending especially when everyone is looking at us weird. By now people defiantly are grouped together. The careers, the younger kids, the girl from six and boy from seven, and now that we actually have a good amount of tables everyone else is just at their own tables eating in silence. Oh and there is that group of three boys I think from three, five, and twelve.

"I know it isn't that fun is it?" Wolff asks and I nod my head quickly and chew on the piece of bread in my hand feeling so homesick though it has only been five days about. I just wish I was home back in my own bed. But I knew I had to volunteer. I love my mother so much and without that girl's mother she would probably be dead. And now that person who saved my mother needs that girl and I guess it was just time to repay the favor.

Or maybe my family is just truly cursed to always die in the Hunger Games. This makes me frankly hate them especially since I have to train like some kind of tiny warrior and play along like I am happy to be here. It just feels so fake.

And I hate that.

But in the end I already even know how I will act. I will act innocent and like a little girl begging for her ten minutes of fame. That is who I will have to be with a tight dress my stylist is surely going to put me in to make me look sexy or whatever.

But no matter how I act in two days I might just be dead or a killer. I might have the blood of another person here on my hands. I will no longer be innocent. Yet the Capitol never really likes to see it like that do they?

Not only will most of their favorites die but so many people will go mad in that Arena. And they love and cheer it all on.

District Two

Tara Mason, 17

I walk along the row my hand running against the silver edges of the sword as I look trying to figure out which one I will pick. "It is just a knife." Jasper says jokingly to me.

Spinning around I stick my finger in my hand and say half joking. "Never say something is 'just a knife'" I tell him. He laughs a little and I roll my eyes and pick up a curved edge dagger and examine it with my eyes. I don't really like the other careers that much. Well I can I can stand the two from District One easily since they could be useful and I like having that District Four girl but I can't overlook the fact she is a potential threat. And so is that Patrick guy but still.

I think the one person I hate of the group is Branch. I don't trust him one bit but I just have to play along and be nice. Even with all of this Jasper is my favorite person here just because he is from my District. I know that he is can never live but I think we both know that and besides I like talking to him since he doesn't get on my nerves or anything. And no matter what he is from District Two.

I thrust the dagger into a dummy and twist it trying to practice what my plan is for the bloodbath. The first thing I need to do is get a weapon because unlike Branch I am not cocky and know that hands and fists just won't do it. I am thinking knifes especially ones I can throw into running tributes without even wasting a breath to chase after them.

That sounds good I guess.

But on sooner notice I need to know what I will be doing for my training scores. I guess everything I am best at and I know I can pull something from the eights to the tens. All careers basically get those scores just because the reason careers are careers is because we are suppose to be stronger than everyone else.

One of the reasons that boy from Twelve could have never been with us. He just wouldn't have made it out. I guess he is better off with those other twelve year olds which are all bloodbaths probably and I just don't exactly like the idea I am going to be the one to end one of their lives but this is the Hunger Games.

No changing that. "It is strange right? Knowing after all those years of training this is it?" Jasper asks me and I nod.

"Yeah I guess I just wish my sister wasn't reaped and I could have waited till I was eighteen." I tell him and he nods.

"Oh yeah I forgot your sister was reaped. Sucks too since it was her first year." Then he turns to me. "You know that was a pretty good move of you to volunteer for her." He says.

I give a small smile and think to the fact of how unlucky my sister was but not because my family is cursed. Because of my mother. I don't want to remember it now thought because it still hurts to think she did what she did.

District One

Kenmeina Fukuro, 16

I walk towards the elevator slightly feeling so strange knowing this was the last day of training. The days have been going so fast it makes me worried sick just thinking about it. I walk with Patrick and everyone starts leaving and I look back to the training area just once more and know tomorrow I won't be coming here and hope that I just can manage to pull of my interview.

I don't even need tomorrow to know what my sister will want me to use as my angle. Her. She will tell me to keep saying how winning is just in our family blood and all that crap that gets sponsors. I hate knowing I will just be Ann's shadow and people know me as her sister not even my own person.

If I die I want to die with people knowing my name not whose sister I was. "Training Sessions tonight." Patrick says and I nod. "I guess it will be interesting to see what everyone gets it defiantly shows who is a threat." He says in such a no-funny-business way and nods his head as we meet up with our escort and the elevator quickly reaches our floor since we are District One.

"Yeah," I whisper to Patrick remembering what he told me last night and what he thinks about the Hunger Games. I mean I know all of that stuff is awful but we can't worry about morals anymore and I guess that is his weakness. That he can't stop thinking that the Capitol is wrong and so is the Games we are part of. But I just want to make my mom proud and be my own person. Yet I like talking to Patrick just he is so honestly blunt about things that give me a certain respect for him because I don't even have the guts to say things he does.

Before dinner Ann pushes us both once we are out of the elevator to the room telling us to change out of our sweat clothes so I walk down the hall and me and Patrick don't talk until we reach the end of the hall where are room's are across from each other our names on plaques on the door.

"So I guess this is goodbye for now." Patrick says with a goofy smile.

I laugh a little and nod before opening my door and disappearing into my dark room and shutting my door behind me and getting changed out of the clothing I had on today. Patrick is nice and that is the problem.

He needs to die because I can't lose this or my mother will spit on my grave. I just need to win and I know I can't get attached to anyone especially the boy from my District. I just can't afford to get close to anyone because in three weeks or probably less they will all be dead. And I might be with them.

District Three

Katie Keller, 12

I let a small glass like tear run down my ivory skin and my cheeks are read and I eat my food with a sad look that sadly only the escort Ty is interested in as he gives me pitiful looks. Whatever I still have all those idiot kids that believe that I am nice and good. If they even make it through the bloodbath they will get to know the real me. I hold back a smile and look to Micro.

He is staring at me.

"So Katie you mentioned you lived in the community center." He says. "How did you parents die?"

He knows. Well he might not know yet but he will, he knows that something happened and that I did something bad. My entire blood rushes quicker and I am so panicked at the question that I let a hurt and surprised look slip onto my face but luckily it can be taken for a different reason than it is really on my face but Micro just stares at me.

I am so going to kill him. "I don't really remember that well."

"You said you were around eight or seven right? How could you forget the death of your parents Katie?" He says which such accusing eyes that I can slowly feel myself slipping and letting my guard down. No I won't let him make me seem like a killer to these people. He is going to end up like the rest. Like the girl who found out too much and I had to kill her. And the girl I poisoned. The one I poisoned at my goodbyes. She brought a drink for me and I had it in my dress pocket and I seized the opportunity okay? I told her that she should drink too and I found it, the poison, from some rat trap and waited for my chance.

"A house fire." I say through tears. That can be possibly anything that is obvious I started that fire right? "I even have scars from it if you don't believe me!" I cry out and I can see Ty taking it all in and for I imagine him dead.

"I will take your word for it." Micro says but I can tell that this is defiantly not in any way over.

District Seven

Boxxy Caxton 16

I sit on the couch my stomach full from dinner and everyone is gone and soon we will have to go and show everything to the Game makers in hope they will give us good enough scores to get Sponsors. Me and Isaac both sit across from each other.

"So do you have any family?" I ask him though it sounds sort of stupid and it really is just small talk.

He nods his head. "A mother and two younger twins." I already regret even asking because it just brings up the fact that he will probably be dead soon enough and he will leave behind two twins.

"Yeah I have my parents and then my little brother." I say and just as I mention my father I realize Isaac left his father out. Was he the man of the house then? No I can't think about that because they will just have to live without him. Why does that make me become just so disgusted of myself? Oh right because it is twisted and I just have to get over it.

We both sit there in silence after telling each other about our families and Isaac looks like he is in such deep thought that soon he looks sad and looks up to me. "Are you wealthy?" He asks.

I look at him strange. "No not really kind of poor actually."

"Me too and I want to make a deal with you."

I raise my eyebrow at him and I honestly have no idea where he is going with this or way. So I just listen and he begins to speak again. "I have a family and they need me. I have a friend who said she would watch them but still." Does he expect me to quit the game or something? "I know that doesn't matter to you but I know your family depends somewhat on you. So I want to make a deal."

"Yeah I get the deal part." I say curiously.

He laughs a little bit but his fact returns to his determined and serious face soon enough. "If you win promise that you will make sure my family doesn't starve and if I win I will promise your family doesn't starve."

I stare at him for a moment and remember that anyone who wins is rich enough that they never have to work another day. I feel blank but I don't need to think about it. I won't give up because of his family and he won't give up because I have a family either. But this way if I lose and he wins at less I can know that my family won't starve. Is that why he is doing this? Maybe he just doesn't want his family to starve.

"How do you know you will keep your end of the bargain if you win?" I ask.

"You don't but I do have morals and a heart." He says.

I bite my lip but nod. "Okay you have yourself a deal."

Shortest of all the training chapters I know but I just kind of wanted it over with and just did for the people who needed more time to get things before the Games start known like how Isaac and Dawn are know a team and the whole Micro talking to Katie and everything. And also I know in this story there are some mentions of romance between tributes but I have to say that though it does hint it at some times not all the romance hinted will happen I just like leaving that door open in case I do decide to go on that route. Next is the training scores.

Alliances so far-

Aliiance#1- Careers

Patrick- D1

Kenmeina- D1

Tara- D2

Jasper- D2

Ariel- D4

Branch- D11

Alliance#2- Smart Asses (And Aschen!)

Micro- D3

Oz- D5

Aschen- D12

Alliance#3- Young Guns

Katie- D3

Harold- D4

Aspen- D6

Pieter- D9

Kami- D1

Alliance#4- No funny alliance name ideas…

Dawn- D6

Isaac- D7

Alliance#5- The Cowboys

Wolff- D10

Coraline- D10

Undecided and Loners

Ada- D5

Adriella- D9

Beth- D8

Farro- D8

Rosaline- D11

Boxxy- D7