The next morning, Cole lead Simon to a secret room. It was a room where the mentors could watch the tributes train from a balcony-esque room. The windows were tinted so they wouldn't distract the tributes. Simon scouted beside Bram on an old, soft, brown couch.

"Her form is wrong," a voice from behind groaned. "Did she forget everything I taught her?"

Simon looked around the training room until he saw Nora. She was talking to Chris, Victor Salazar, Starr Carter, and the male tribute from her district, and Maya from district ten. "Looks like our tributes are allying," Pilar said.

"Yeah," Simon said. Pilar sat on the far left of the couch and rested her arm on the armrest. She ran her hand threw her hair as she watched the tributes train.

"Have you guys learned anything more about district thirteen?" Pilar asked. Simon and Bram were shocked since she mentioned it so freely. She noticed this. "It's ok, half of the mentors here are in on it. The others are too self-obsessed to care about our conversation."

"We haven't learned anything else on it," Bram said. "Unless Simon knows something about it."

"I'm just as in the dark as you," Simon said. "I haven't heard of it since you told us about it."

"And that's how it's going to stay until I get the ok to tell you guys more," Pilar said. She then went back to watching the tributes quietly. Simon and Bram shared a look as some anoxs came and brought lunch. They were too busy trying to figure out what was going on to be one of the first people to get some lunch.

The next few days of training went by like every year. The only thing that was out of the ordinary was the alliance between Nora and the others. Usually, the only alliance to form was the one between the careers. The others are usually formed in the arena.

Chris received a score of ten while Nora got a seven. Cole noted that she really needed to impress the sponsors at her interview. Simon sat with Bram the night of the interviews. All of the cameras seemed to be on them until Cinc Odair walked onto the stage.

"Welcome everyone to the eve of the seventy-fifth annual Hunger Games," Cinc announced. The crowd burst into applause and cheered. "This year we have an interesting bunch. Most of them are legacy tributes. Sadly, we're going to have to watch all but one of them die."

There was a sad sigh amongst the crowd before the interviews began. They were like the interviews that happened every year. Simon could tell that Starr was trying to suppress her anger about the situation. He had a feeling she knew something about district thirteen.

Simon squeezed Bram's hand as Nora walked onto the stage. She was wearing a pink maid of honor dress. This was the one part of the interview Simon knew about. She was wearing the dress she would have worn to her brother's wedding that she might not get to see.

"So what's it like being the sister of one of the most recent victors?" Cinc asked.

"It feels me with pride honestly," Nora said. "I was horrified during his games, but I was relieved when he won and found love. I hope to bring my family even more pride by winning this year."

Simon had a gut feeling that what she said was scripted by Renee. He knew his sister, and she would never say something like that. "Well I know that your family will be proud," Cinc said. "Let's talk about your dress."

"I think it's supposed to be a maid of honor dress, but I also heard that there is a surprise if I twirl," Nora said. Cinc gave her the ok and she stood up. Nora started to twirl, and fake flames came out of her dress. It began to transform as she continued to twirl.

She eventually stopped, and Simon rested his hands over his mouth. The pink dress was now a black mocking jay outfit.