Neptune Kingsman, District 4

I sit on my bed and look out the window. The Capitol amazes me, its so large, full of so many riches. Yet many are suffering in the districts around them. I shake my head in disappointment.

I get out of bed and stretch out my body. The last two days of training have been a success, well, other than Chaze acting out in anger yesterday. He's a time bomb, ready to go off at any moment. I just hope I'm nowhere near him when he does explode.

I change into clean athletic clothes and brush back my hair. My tanned skin is paler than usual. Stress combined with lack of sunlight has taken atoll on my body.

I join everyone else out in the dining arena. Callista has already finished breakfast and appears to be going over strategy with our mentor. I fill up my plate and barely pay attention. I eat slowly, thinking about the private sessions tomorrow, the interviews the next day, and finally, the Games. Sure, I'm plenty trained for it, but so are the other Careers. And there's always threats you can't plan for, starvation, dehydration, natural disasters. My training will be little use if I'm starving.

I finish my meal and an avox cleans it up for me. I smile at her and she walks by without looking me in the eye. She must hate us, we volunteer to be here and she can never leave until the day she drops dead. I don't realize how lost in thought I am until Callista says my name for the third time.

"You alright?" She asks me. I nod.

"Sorry, I was thinking. What did you say?" I see a small roll in her sky blue eyes.

"I was just asking if you were ready to head down there yet." I nod and we stand together. I take a water bottle and together we head downstairs for our last day of training.

We all split off to do our own things, Chaze flaunts his strength with sword fighting, Lana shoots with incredible accuracy, and I spend some time throwing tridents at targets. The weapon feels very familiar in my hand, if I close my eyes I could almost imagine I was back home with Finn and Cove. I wonder how they are holding up, what they think of this whole thing. My mind moves to Aqua. I know how she feels about the Games, she hates them as much as I do. I hope she's caring for my brothers. I know she is.

After a couple more throws, I notice a small girl throwing next to me. I recognize her as the girl from Ten, small but feisty. Although she has a decent arm, her stance is bad, causing the tridents not to get very far. After the third throw, I can't stay silent.

"If you stand like this, it'll go further." She scrunches her eyebrow at me and eyes me up and down. After a few seconds of silence, she moves her feet how I have them and tries throwing again. This time, the trident goes much further. I can see her nod with approval.

"Uh, thanks." She says, unsurely. I smile and nod.

Not all of us are assholes.

Layla Stratton, District 5

After two full days of training, Holden and I are both convinced we have spent enough time at every single station. Holden has taken a liking to sword fighting and wants to spend all of today sparring with a trainer. I would rather concoct poison all day, which is exactly what I plan to do.

The trainer seems happy to see me return and I feel the same, He goes over the basics to make sure I haven't forgotten anything, and we move on to advanced techniques. I learn how to make numerous different kinds of poison, such as paralytics and sedatives. Most importantly, I have perfected the art of creating lethal poison. No matter how it is injected, the victim will be dead in only three minutes. I will certainly feel safer in the arena with it in my possession.

After many hours at this station, I decide to take a break and find Holden. He has moved over to archery. I stand back and watch him pull the string back and release it. I study his face. His grey eyes are fixated on the arrow, his muscles flexing with every pull. After many shots, he turns to look at me. I feel my face turn red. How long was I staring?

"Get tired of sword fighting?" I ask, trying to distract myself. He shrugs.

"Wanted to try to get good at something else. It's not working out so well." He chuckles and I smile.

"We can't all be Careers. Imagine what kind of Games that would be." He nods and puts the bow back. We walk to the lunch room together, eating a light meal but filling up on water. We eat in silence, not much left to say at this point. I find myself getting distracted by him, why am I acting like this? I've grown up with him, shared everything with him, yet nows the time I find myself falling for him? Who am I kidding, I've known how I've felt about him for a while. I guess I've been too stubborn to admit it to myself. Well, with the imminent death we are facing, this is as good a time as any.

We return to training and finish up with basic survival skill refreshers. Many other tributes do the same, but we pay them no mind. By the time the dismissal bell rings, we feel decently confident in our abilities. I shudder when I realize how soon the Games are. In a matter of days, I will be sent into an area with twenty three others. To leave, those twenty three will have to die. I hug myself tight, the anxiety building up inside of me.

Holden and I share the elevator with the two from Twelve and we depart on our floor. The doors shut behind us and the elevator rises.

"How do you feel?" Holden asks me. I hope he can't see how badly I'm shaking.

"Honestly, I'm scared. How are we supposed to do this? How are any of us expected to be okay right now?" I hold back tears as he wraps me in a tight hug. His body feels warm and comforting. It helps me realize it will be okay.

I pull away and look in his eyes. I have so much to say but I can't find the words, so I impulsively kiss him. When I pull back I can see his shocked face. I turn to head to my room before either of us can say anything.

Samuel Tobin, District 9

After a day and a half of prying, I finally agreed to ally with Demica and Lavender. Secretly, I'm relieved to have the support. I know my skills alone won't get me very far, yet our skills combined will make for a decent team.

I started the day at the camouflage section, practicing panting eloquent designs onto my skin. I'm not fantastic, I think the trainer is a little disappointed in my lack of progress, but it relaxes me. And it gives my sore arms a break from weapons.

Demica spent some time with me at this section before moving onto knife throwing with Lavender. I make a mental note to never piss Lavender off. While she's sweet, she has a tough side. I wouldn't want to get on her bad side or I may end up with one of those knives in my back.

After I sort of successfully paint my hand to look like grass, I wash it off and join my allies at the knife throwing section. I partake in some throwing myself, but I am much less successful then they are. I am relieved when we break for lunch and enjoy the meal they serve. I guess that's one of the few positive things of this whole thing, the food does not suck.

Lavender and Demica talk about strategy throughout lunch, focusing on keeping their voice down so no one overhears. I sit silently and just listen. Demica seems intent on focusing on stealing from other tributes, and I agree with her strategy. I can tell Lavender is a little uncomfortable with the idea, but she does not say it.

We resume training after a good meal and we have a decent strategy in place. The girls spend more time throwing knives while I focus on making snares. With the final hours of training upon us, many tributes have floated to the survival stations. I even spot two of the Careers nearby practicing identifying poisonous berries. I'm sure trainers don't see that all too much.

As the final bell rings, I feel somewhat confident. My final two chances to make a lasting impression will be the private sessions and interviews. I can only hope between the three of us some Capitol citizens take a liking to us and are willing to sponsor us. I can only hope they can see the potential in us.

We'll just have to give them a reason to.

Myah Coriander, District 12

After day one, I was sore. After day two, all of my body was aching. Now, it's day three and I have never been more physically exhausted in my entire life. My face is red, dripping with sweat as I drink another bottle of water. I don't know how the others are holding up so well, I don't think I've seen the girl from One take a break from fighting since we started.

My ally Ivory comes and joins me with her own bottle in hand. We met at the first aid section and she took a liking to me. I can tell she's very smart and I know I can trust her. She'll protect me out in the arena.

"What section would you like to go to next?" I ask. She shrugs, she's one of few words. "I think we should maybe practice throwing knives?" She shakes her head no. As far as I can tell, she hasn't touched a weapon. Is she hiding her skills from the others? I'd hope as a volunteer she has something up her sleeves. I shudder thinking about both of us out there together with nothing to protect us. No, that won't happen. That's too cruel to happen.

"First aid?" She suggests and I nod. As much as I'd love to throw more knives, I don't think my hands could physically hold them without dropping them. I finish my bottle and toss it out before joining Ivory at the first aid section. The trainer goes over basic first aid, such as how to clean and dress a wound. She's very patient with me as I ask her to go over things more than once. We move on to how to treat other common injuries, such as fractures, burns, and rashes. I notice a few other tributes have joined us, so I refrain from asking for her to repeat herself. By the time the demonstration is over, I do not feel completely confident in my abilities, but we leave the station regardless. I follow Ivory to the fire starting section and she immediately makes a fire with ease. I applaud her and she just looks at me. I lower my head and cease the clapping.

What on earth will I show the Gamemakers? I have no impressive skills, I can barely hold a sword. I guess I'm faster than the average girl, and I have more survival skills than a Career, but other than that I'm forgettable. Small, sweet, and forgettable.

I'll have to do something to make them not forget me. The question is, what?

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