We go and sit at the table with Enobaria and Jesa. I gape at the amount of food. Even though Cato and I are from a wealthier district, there is food here we haven't even heard of, let alone tasted. We sit down and fill our plates before turning to Enobaria to see what she has to say. "Right." says Enobaria. "You have training tomorrow. You'll be meeting the other tributes so I want you to appear cunning, brutal and a force to be reckoned with. First impressions are everything."

Cato smirks at me. We'll have no trouble with that. "Cato. What's your main skill?" Enobaria enquires. "Swords, spears and brute force." Answers Cato, his eyes turning suddenly hard. "And you Clove?"

"I throw knives. And I never, ever miss." I let out a cruel snigger. "And I'm fast too." i add.

"Excellent." Enobaria grins, " Now hurry up with your meals and get to bed both of you. Tomorrow is extremely important.

I don't need to be asked twice. I shovel down the heavenly food like I've never been fed. Cato laughs at me and wipes a drop of sauce from my chin. I giggle.

"Now bed. You're both expected at the training centre by 9." Enobaria orders. I realise suddenly how tired I am, and I don't object when Cato carries me to my room.

I stand in the centre of the semi-circle of tributes down at the training centre the next morning. Still bleary eyed from sleep, I zone out of what the instructor is saying and instead study my fellow tributes.

District 1 girl- Glimmer I think she's called. She's very pretty but doesn't look all that smart. Games-wise I don't really need to worry. However, she keeps throwing flirty glances at Cato. I decide then and there that I don't like partner, Marvel. Good with a spear but seems like a simple minded fool to me, Cato and I could take them both out without a second thought. They will be in the Career Pack by tradition rather than choice but at least they're strong.

The next tribute that catches my eye is a sly looking girl with hair like a lion's mane. She's from District 5. Better keep my eye on her. Not exactly a threat, but looks very clever.

The rest of the tributes aren't really even worth bothering about. Quite frankly, most of them are laughable.

I'm concerned about District 12 though. The boy looks strong and well-fed. Unusual for 12. We're not used to that. The girl has a steely, fierce look in her eyes. There's something about her that I don't like. Ah, well, they're still no match for Cato and I. We're likely to take them out in the bloodbath anyway.

i glance over at Cato, who's probably already planning his first kill. focused. Deadly. My heart flutters and I find myself involuntarily blushing when he glances at me and winks. God, I need to get a grip of myself and concentrate. I could take out half this lot with a quick flick of my wrist. Then, finally we're free to begin training.

Our group- Cato, Glimmer, Marvel, Teria and Dazi from District 4 and me, head straight for the deadliest weapons. Time to scare off the competition. As I throw my knives straight at the centre of the targets, I notice some of the smaller tributes staring wide eyed and terrified at our pack. When Cato sends his sword through the dummy's centre they pretty much lose girl from 8 actually starts crying. I laugh. "How pathetic!" I whisper to Marvel.

i plan on working hard for the rest of the session. Later tonight, we have to prove to te Gamemakers that we're ready for these games. I can't wait to show them what we're made of. Again, it crosses my mind that it will be me or Cato that comes out alive. i push the thought away and smile as Cato slides up beside me. "Hey beautiful." He smirks, " This competition is a bloody joke." Suddenly he notices the crippled boy from District 10 staring, terrified. Cato spits at him. "Back off!" he yells. " And watch your back!"

"Cato! Calm down. You know we can't fight with the other tributes before teh games. Don't provoke them." I say, shaking his arm and trying desperately to draw his attention away from the petrified boy.

I whip around at the sound of Marvel and Glimmer laughing. The boy from District 12 is lying on his back gasping for air after apparantly falling from a rope. The girl, katniss, glares at us. Marvel lunges at her and she shrinks back momentarily as Glimmer mocks her.

"Sessions over!" Shrieks the instructor as we rowdily race each other to get to lunch. I already know what I'm going to do for the Gamemakers tonight. I've got this.