A/N: Hey there! I know I haven't updated in a while, but I've been busy. So I'm sorry :(

Okay, I had to delete my One Direction Oneshots-story, because it's against the rules to write stories that contain real people. I will maybe upload them some other place, I but don't know. I will tell you if I do.

So, I'm going to Spain on Saturday. I'll be there for a week, so that means no updates. Again, I'm sorry :(

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Peeta's POV

"Excuse me?" a voice says from behind me.

I turn around, and in front of me stands a girl with dark brown hair, and green eyes. I recognize her as the girl from District Four; Pearl. "Peeta, right?" she asks. I nod. "I just saw you with the bow and arrows, and I wanted to say that you're really good."

No, you don't, I think. You really want to kill me, but you're mentor told you make me your ally.

"Sorry, I'm being rude." She holds out her hand. "My name is Pearl."

I nod, shaking her hand. "I know. I remember." Fine, the only reason I remember it is because Haymitch told me about her, but doesn't this make me sound a bit nicer? More like Prim? Hopefully it does.

And yeah, I know Haymitch told me to stay away from the bow and arrows, but I just had to try it. There are so many different bows, and since there was no one else at this post, I decided to give it a shot.

"Haymitch said that I shouldn't pay much attention to the bow and arrows until the private sessions, so…wanna go throw some knives or something?" I ask, hoping I'm sounding friendly.

"Sure," she replies, smiling.

It turns out Pearl is a master of throwing knives. Just like that girl from Two last year…Clove? Yeah, I think her name was Clove.

After about five minutes, Corin- Pearl's district partner- joins us. He's not really talented with knives, but tells me that he's not that bad with a trident. I get him to show me, and he teaches me some simple things. Well, not simple; I struggle at first, but I get better after a few times. We joke around for a while, pretending to point the different weapons at each other, but stop when we see many of the other tributes glaring at us. Then we go back to training in silence.

Corin and I find Pearl again; she's setting snares together with the boy from District Three- Aaron. I show them a difficult snare, and they all try over and over again until they master it.

When it's time for lunch, we all sit on one table together.

"So," I say, "how did you guys end up here? Who are your families?"

Pearl is the first to speak. "I'm Annie Cresta's sister. She won the games five years ago."

"Is she here, mentoring you?" Aaron asks.

"No," she replies. "She kind of went mad after she won the Games. All she does is hanging around Finnick Odair."

"But he's here, right? I saw him at the Opening Ceremonies," I say.

"Yeah, he wanted Annie to come as well, but she couldn't bring herself to go to the Capitol again."

A long silence follows. "What about you, Aaron?" I finally say.

He looks surprised that I asked him, but answers anyway. "Beetee is my uncle. He's really smart, and won the Games by using a wire. Complicated stuff," he says, as if we're not smart enough to understand. We probably aren't either. "Corin?"

"Mags is my grandmother," the other boy replies. "Really old, talks weird, and won the Games ages ago. I don't expect you to remember her."

It doesn't seem like any of us does. I don't really remember any of the others either. I guess I'm too young to remember Beetee's Games, and if Annie Cresta won five years ago, when I was eleven, it's not surprising that I don't remember her. That was the time when I was all into keeping my family alive, so I didn't pay the Games much attention.

But I hope Haymitch at least will be a little happy about me getting to know these people.

Katniss' POV

I took Madge to the Meadow this morning. We stayed for about an hour, before she had to go back to her dad to help him with something. We really just talked about Peeta, and the Games. She even suggested that we could put a jar in the bakery to collect money, so we could help sponsoring him. When I asked my dad about it, he said that it was a great idea, and we'll start tomorrow.

The hope of getting Peeta back is slowly getting bigger by the time.

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A/N: I know it's awfully short, and awfully bad at the end, so I'm sorry about that.

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