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Don't you look at me so smug and say I'm going bad

Who are you to judge me and the life that I live?

I know that I'm not perfect and that I don't claim to be.

So before you point your fingers, be sure your hands are clean.
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Sceptor Ashlander

Private sessions are the most nerve-racking thing, except for maybe the bloodbath countdown, which I can't bear to think about. It's hard not to be scared of the Hunger Games. Some of my Career allies act like they're fearless, but they're making a fool out of themselves and we all know it.

"CANZI GREYSABR" the robotic voice calls over the intercom. Each tribute sits in the lunchroom, waiting to be called from their private session- except for Skye and Glass who have already went. Canzi flashes me a smile, then prances into the training room.

I don't know what to think of the Careers this year- they're… different. We have a cocky and 'hot' boy from District One along with a rebellious girl. Canzi and I both have unique nicknames back at home- "Rabbit" and "Blockhead." And then there's the dangerous seductive girl from District Four and Sanus, who's too arrogant for his own good and managed to take control of us.

Before I know it, "SCEPTOR ASHLANDER" is announced over the intercom.

I take a deep breath, then push out my chair and walk into the training center. Inside it looks totally different than it did yesterday. First off, it's empty. And then there's a force field protecting the gamemakers and their precious food. A few avoxes stand around them taking orders.

I gulp and walk over to the weaponry. I pick up a spear and close my eyes for a moment, then open them again. I chuck the spear as hard as I can at the target across the room. It hits only a few centimeters from the bull's-eye. I take another and it lands perfectly. So do my next two. I smile, taking a small bow.

Next I go to the weights. I take a big one, 100 pounds, and pick it up. The gamemakers look impressed already, but I completely 'wow' them when I chuck it halfway across the wide room. I grin again.

"Time up Mr. Ashlander!" The head gamemaker, Amacus says polietly. He's ironically a meek man with great power. I nod, then head out the steel doors.

Frankie Verna

Private Sessions- they can make you or break you as far as the Capitol's concerned. When it's my turn I already know what I'm going to do- knives and the "reflex machine."

When I step into the training center I notice that it's chillier than usual. I walk over to the weapons stations. I bet everyone is using them today. I suppose I have a slight advantage over some tributes. There are rumors going around that the gamemakers get bored after the first five Districts or so.

I pick a sleek knife up and throw it at the wall. When it lands five inches off from the bull's-eye, I smile. The next three do about the same thing.

After throwing the knives, I walk to a wooden wall with many holes in it. I stand on an orange pad on one end. At the other end is another pad. My goal is to cross the wall without being knocked to my feet, or better yet, hit. Wooden poles will shoot out of the wall when I try to make it to the other side. One wrong move and I could face plant right on the hard floor and probably toss out my chances of getting a score higher than a six.

I take a deep breath, then start to race across the floor. I dodge about ten wooden sticks until I get hit on my thigh. It hurts a little, but not too bad. I keep going. There's about a foot or two of wall left when I get hit again, this time it's harder and at my foot. I stumble a bit, but thankfully catch myself. Then I leap onto the orange-colored pad at the end of the room.

"Miss Verna- time up!" Amacus smiles, then takes a small bow. I nod and walk out of the training center and up to my apartment.

"HELLO CITIZENS! Today we held the Private Training Sessions here in the Capitol! Twenty-four tributes showed the Gamemakers this year their skills that could be helpful in the arena. They were judjed based on variety of skills, accuracy, and performance. Good luck to these tributes and may the odds be ever in their favor!" A host grins wildly at me through the television screen.

"District One's Skye Emerald-9

Glass Morgans-10

District Two's Canzi Greysabr-9

Sceptor Ashlander-9

District Three's Frankie Verna-" My heart stops, but then I realize something; when did I start to care? "with a score of 6!" I grin. That's what I was hoping for.

"Rendwick Ambrosia-6

District Four's Lillith Gold- 9

Sanus Chinsky- 10

District Five's Lani Baldova- 7

Tar Armat- 4

District Six's Cassandra Lampret- 7

Konan Phillian-

District Seven's Nina Rane-

Luckas Seon-6

District Eight's Calico Weft- 6

Raiden Brown- 10

District Nine's Rye Thicket- 5

Evan Keers- 7

District Ten's Ash Sphere- 8

Matthias Stitch-7

District Eleven's Ivy Kluge-6

Morgan Adams-6

District Twelve's Autumn Eshaya 6-

Aiden Jones-7"

Only two POVs here because honestly- how am I supposed to make four 500 word POVs without making this chapter one hundred percent boring? That means that the tributes without their POVs here (Morgan Adams and Rye Thicket) will have POV's in the BB countdown!

I know, the scores are kind of low, but don't be offended! Please!:) I love every tribute!

SPONSOR POINTS (2): Who's score do you think should have been raised? Did any surprise you?

GUESS WHAT?! *what Sophie?* I got braces O.O