Chapter 5.

So sorry that I haven't had time to upload, I've been so busy with school and things :/

Oh, and starting from next September, I wont be updating much at all, with my GCSE's and things, as I want to do well in them XD

So sorry...

This chapter is pretty boring like, as it's a filler :p

Again, I'm going to have to have a rant. This is not like the exact hunger games novel, so it's not going to be exactly the same! The characters (well some of them) will be different, so don't comment on that. It'll just make you look stupid.

Got a party to go to tomorrow, but I don't know if I can be bothered.

I like her and stuff, but it's...

I don't want to get all dressed up.

I just want to herm Facebook and write on Wattpad.

And i have like nothing to wear :/

Ugh.

Need a social life though to be honest, I never go out xD

I'll try and shut up, but it's hard :(

One last thing, I've not been writing much in the past two weeks as I've been stalking Josh Hutcherson, as I'm normal.

Been watching every film he's been in, like a pure perv ;)

Oh my god though, he's perfect 3_3

I'll shut it now though.

Anyway, enjoy this, I'll try and update again in a week or something :3

"Right ladies and gentleman, today will be the first day of your week training!" A woman shouts at all of us, just as me and Caleb enter the room.

"Woo, she sounds like a lovely person," Caleb says sarcastically.

I just laugh, then turn to listen to what the trainer is saying.

"There are many stations," She tells us, her hair scraped back from her face, "Ranging from shooting, to fire starting. Try to try as many of them as possible!" She then dismisses us and everyone else runs to the stations that they are probably best at.

I get a good look at a few of the tributes, as they scatter of in all directions, some heading to knot tying, some to knife throwing.

One of them inpaticular catches my eye, who I find out by asking Caleb, is called Clove.. She seems pretty clever, by the way she launches some knifes at a board. I think she catches me staring at her, by the way she snarls. Hope someone else kills her in the arena.

"Come on, over here," I hear Caleb say to me, pointing over to the camouflage section, "I'm the worst artist ever like, but it could come in handy."

I follow him over, and lightly brush my fingers along the tops of all the different coloured paints there. From sky blue, to blood red, every colour thinkable was here.

"Wow," I whisper, as I watch Caleb chatting to the mentor, trying to paint a tree pattern onto his arm. From a distance it looks quite good, but really, up close, it's a bit of a fail.

But just looking at him painting, a look of concentration on his face, triggers a memory. I suddenly remember a boy, Peeta I think his name is, sitting on his own by the hob, painting contently. But just thinking of home, makes me want to physically throw up.

"You stay here. I'm off to the poisonous plants." I shout over to Caleb, and head over to the other station.

I notice that I'm alone with the mentor here, but I don't mind. I know only a little bit about poisonous plants, from what my sister tells me, but enough to have an intelligent conversation with. I learn a few more tips, but then I have to move on, by order of the head mentor.

I visit a few more of the training stations, trying to perfect my throwing skills, but with no luck. After what seems like ages, we are finally dismissed and Caleb and I can head back to our rooms, eat then sleep.

The next few days are the same; train, eat, sleep. I speak to a few more of the tributes, and get to know a bit more as to what I am going to be up against. Some of them speak to me politely, some ignore and glare, and some treat me like the little girl that in fact, I am.

The last day of training comes, and I try my best to train as hard as I can. It's easy to get distracted though, with all the fights that start. As I'm trying to use the spear, I hear shouting from the knife throwing station, and look to see Cato, a blonde boy, along with Thresh, shoving each other and screaming abuse.

A few other tributes cheer them on, however the rest of us keep out of it, maybe so we don't want to be the main target in the arena. I just don't even care about a little arguement.

The bell goes to signal the end of the training session, and we file out of the gym that we've spent the last few days training fiercely. Nobody says a word at all, as we know, we only have tomorrow until were going to be fighting each other to the death. They haven't bothered with the private Game Maker's sessions this year, after last year when one tribute tried to knife the head Game Maker.

I do notice a sweaty hand reach out for mine though, as a few of us enter the glass lift, and look to see the hand belongs to Caleb. I quickly pull away though, I mean, why would I want to hold his hand? We don't want the Capitol to get suspicious or anything.

Dinner is a awkward affair, with Effie quiet for once. Even she can't keep up the small talk anymore. Haymitch does a lot of noise making though, burping after every meal, and talking about nonsense in a slurred voice. Doesn't surprise me though, with the amount of alcohol he consumes.

"Were going to watch the scores, then it's off to sleep. Interviews tomorrow after all." Effie Trinket tells us, as she watches Haymitch stagger back to his room. He doesn't make it though, as I catch a glimpse of him collapsing just past the door. I think one of the Anox's helps him up, by the look of what I can see.

Sitting on the sofa for the second time since arriving in this unusual place, I watch as pictures of every tribute whirl onto the screen, along with a shiny, silver number next to it. I notice Cato gets a 10, and Glimmer a 9. Wow, they must of been good.

Then it's District 12's turn. Caleb's picture is up first, and the score along side is an, 11.

"Wow, Caleb, amazing work!" Effie screeches. With her tone, you would think that the whole building was on fire with something.

I look over to see his reaction, and see a small smile forming on his face.

"Must of got good with that paint then," I say sarcastically, like getting a high score isn't something to be proud of.

He just laughs, whilst Effie gives us both a quizzical look.

Now it's my turn. My picture flashes up, and again, another number. I expect not a amazing score, like Caleb, but maybe a 7 or 8. After all, even if I say so myself, my knot tying is pretty amazing.

But my prediction isn't right at all. In fact, it's far from right.

Because on that screen, for the whole of Panem to see, is the number...

The number 2. I scored a 2 in training.

Again, sorry if a bit boring, but when we get into the actual arena, it will get better! :)

And remember, Josh Hutcherson IS god.

Oh, and may the odds be ever in your favour ;)