I grimaced as I stepped into the bright training arena. There were many training stations set up around the enormous rink. There was sword fighting, trap making, basic survival, camouflage, and archery. I held back tears as I remembered the struggles Katniss must have gone through, and what she is going through now. My dirty blond hair stuck to my now ghostly pale face. I rubbed my eyes and began walking to the healing station. I could tell their aggravation by their poisonous glares, so I moved on to the archery group. I soon realized that I didn't have a knack for killing, so I once again moved, but this time, to camouflage.
Slowly, one by one, the competitors descended into the dark judging hall.