After dinner that night I couldn't sleep so I sat by the window overlooking the Capitol. My mind raced as I replayed the days events. I learned that that the tributes from District 12 were named Katniss and Peeta. They sure made quite and entrance. You could tell the District 1 tributes we're jealous. The thought of that brought a smile to my face. The one District that really made an impression on me though, was District 11. It was sort of funny to see that big, bulky guy standing next to that small, little girl. I guessed she was 12. The thought of someone so young entering the Games made me uneasy. She didn't deserve it, I thought. I shook the thought from my head. There was nothing I could do about it, so why bother. I glanced out the window. Even though it was the middle of the night, people were out celebrating. I yawned and stretched. I needed to get to bed because tomorrow was training day. I couldn't bring myself to move so I just stretched out on the window sill and closed my eyes. The last thing I thought about before bed was my sister, when we were younger we used to run through the fields on the outskirts of our district. The memory relaxed me and sleep came easy. The next morning I woke up still siting where I fell asleep. I discovered someone has covered me with a blanket. My eyes darted around the room to see if anyone was around but, finding no one, I got up and padded to my room. Drawing the blanket around my shoulders I searched through the drawers to find something to wear, finding nothing I gave up and hopped into the shower. It felt nice to feel the warm water running down my back. It helped me wake up. I twisted the nozzle to the off setting and drew my towel around me. I walked out into my room and saw that clothes had been set out for me. Probably by one of the Avoxes I thought. I quickly changed into my clothes and glanced in the mirror. So this is what the training clothes looked like. They were simple, black with red and silver detailing on the sleeves. There was a number 5 on my sleeve that stood for my district too. I pulled my hair up in a bun and walked outside to the dinning room. "Why hello there Finch!" Mindy greeted warmly. "Hi" I said timidly and sat down at the table. I grab a muffin and eat off little nibbles. I was already stressed out about the day let's just get this over with. I get up when our meal is over and walk over to Kristopher. He's one of the few people I like here and I don't mind spending time with him. "Hey" he says smiling. "Hi" I said returning his smile.I slightly wonder if it was him that put the blanket on me but, dismiss the thought. It was probably an Avox. "So, are you ready for today?" he asks as we walk toward the elevator. The doors close. "As ready as I'll ever be." I say firmly. The doors open again and we walk into the training center. The District 2 girl is staring at me. I glare at her and she looks away. I get a small feeling of pride that I made her back off but, glaring wasn't going to help me in the arena. A lady whose name is Atala begins to explain the training schedule and what we'll be doing. I tune out. Atala finishes talking and leaves us to train. I glance around the room wondering what to do first and I choose knife throwing. I've never tried throwing a knife before and I'm just hoping I can hit a target. No use in embarrassing myself in front of the District 2 girl. I pick up a knife and walk over to where I'm standing a couple feet across from a target. I raise my arm and throw the knife as hard as I can. To my surprise it hits the target dead on. The District 2 girl is staring at me. I give her a small smirk and walk off. One station catches my eye. The edible plants test. I hurriedly walk over and begin. I pass it without a blink of an eye. I turn around to find myself face to face with Katniss. "You're good." she says eyeing me. "Oh, uh, thanks." I say cautiously. This is the first time I've spoken to another tribute other than Kristopher. I nod at her and walk away. I go to the knot tying station and set up a snare the trainer showed me. While I'm working my thoughts drift to my father. He left 3 years ago to work at the Capitol. The way he explained it was he was going to help make games for people to watch. I don't look alot like my father, nor do I have his last name. My mom was stubborn, an independent woman as she calls herself. When her and my father married she insisted on keeping her last name and she wanted the same for her children. Being only 12 at the time, I didn't understand back then but, now I do. My father is a game maker. He was probably here somewhere today. I glance up to where the gamemakers sat. Sitting there with his eyes trained on me was my father. He nodded at me and I nodded back. He would probably want to talk to me later judging by the somber expression on his face. My father wasn't just any gamemaker though. He's the head gamemaker. My father, is Seneca Crane.