The chariot ride went off without a hitch. My sparkly, blue-green gown hugged my body until about a foot above my ankles. From there it was a forest green silk that looked so much like water that you couldn't tell the difference if you poured water by its side. The top had no straps and was held above my chest by a rope. I wore dark blue flats. My hair looked like it was wet and hung in waves to my back. I had on blue eyeliner and a whole lot of mascara.

Urso wasn't your typical sailor. His hat was same green-blue as my dress (though not as sparkly) and had rope on the bottom. His pants were dark blue silk like my shoes. They looked like water too. The shirt was white and tight to show off Urso's muscles, but it also had rope wrapped around a couple times.

The next day was training.

"You see, they have a bunch of stations," said Grig, who was very annoyed. "You go to whichever ones you like and practice."

"Oh," Urso muttered.

"Yeah," snapped Grig. "And then you go back later by yourself and the Game Makers score you on what you do."

I found some green yoga pants and a white tank top on my bed and quickly changed. I left my hair down, but decided to put them in braids for my private training.

We were the second district to arrive. District 1 was already there. The instructor hadn't started yet, and I wanted to see if they really were in the same boat as us, so I started talking to them.

"Hi," I said, extending an arm, "I'm Magali, and this is Urso." I pointed to him. He was playing with his light brown hair.

The girl eyed me closely, then shook my hand. "Patin. This is Beam." She had platinum blond hair to her shoulders, pale skin, and gray eyes. She was about a foot shorter than me, and I was guessing she was around 14 or 15. The boy was a skinny little thing, but you could see that he had arm muscles. He had short, darker blond hair and freckles all over his face. He seemed a little scared, but it was hard to tell with Patina. We talked a little and I figured out both had been fighting in the rebellion, but didn't know each other. I told them Urso and I were friends.

The other tributes entered at about the same time, so I didn't get to talk to them. The instructor explained everything- in more detail than Grig- and wished us a "Happy hunger games!" I rolled my eyes, but it was a good thing he wasn't looking. Urso and I decided to stay together.

"I think we should wait to do our best stuff until we've seen everybody," I told him. He agreed.

First we went, to the knot tying station because, even though we were amazing at knots, we had barely ever done snares. We both caught on quickly and soon headed over to swords. I managed to do pretty well, but Urso…well he didn't. Wrestling was pretty basic, and we already had a start on plants. After knives, which we were both really good at, we had seen a lot of the other tributes.

Patin was expert at swords, and Beam's best weapon was the spear. I guess we had that in common. District 2 had a 12 year old who was only good at plants, and the other at pretty much everything except knives. Everybody was good at something, but the person that stuck in my mind the most was a boy from 6. He was huge with bulking muscles and was amazing with a bow, and, of course, strength. He scared me. A lot. Not only did he have skill, but he had looks. And lots of them. He had black hair to about his ears, chiseled features, and a flashy smile. And I had heard him talk. You can guess what that was like.

We went to spears, but I didn't really want everyone to see how good I was, so I didn't throw my best. At weights, I could tell Urso wasn't really trying.

Later that day, we all sat in a waiting room for private training. Beam went first, then Patin, and so on. After a little, the hot guy from 6 came over and sat right next to me.

"Hey." That's what he said.

I stared into his beautiful, brown eyes. I managed to keep from blabbering and said, "Hi." How pathetic.

"I'm from District 6. I'm Cayne. Who are you?"

Ok, stay strong Mags. I didn't want to appear weak to the other tributes. "I'm Magali from District 4." That sounded pretty normal.

"Well, Magali from District 4," he said with a laugh, "it's nice to meet to you."

Oh my god he said my name! "It's nice to meet you too," I said warmly.

He seemed about to say something, but the instructor came and told me it was time for my private training. "Bye," I said quickly. He waved as I left.