The train, after a 20 hour long journey of eating non stop, arrives in the capitol. Its so different to District 12. There are sky scrapers everywhere, roads, cars, nice clothes. All the people of the Capitol have come to greet us and cheer us on. Im terrified and I'm amazed at what a cult this is in the Capitol. Sadie and I step off the train and I hold her hand to reassure her. She looks terrified but I tell her to smile and wave after taking on board Spike's advice of being popular. There are cameras all around us, the people of the Capitol are desperate to get the first glimpse of this year's tributes.

We're separated and taken to the stylists where we are cleaned and given a make over. My stylist is called Ariel. She's tall and slim. Very attractive. Her eyes are an emerald green colour and for someone from the Capitol, there is a very normal vibe from her. Her cherry brown locks flow in loose curls, with her fringe pinned back to form a beehive.

She just looks at me and shakes her head. What else can you say really? She offers me a hug and I accept it, I just want reassurance at the moment.

'I'm Ariel and I'm your stylist' She explains. 'I'm going to make you look fab-u-lous tonight' She laughs.

I like her, she's very down to earth.

'I'm thinking bright, bold, and big, but with your district's heritage, how about that?' she asks

'umm, okay' I smile. It's followed by a short, awkward pause.

'I'm really sorry' She adds 'It's shit, shit, shit for you. There's not much else I can say. I've been District 12's stylist for the passed four years now and I sob every time they fall, but I think it may only happen once this year' She says, suggesting the winner may be from District 12.

I laugh openly. Me? 12? Winner? I don't think so. I don't want to show any doubt to her though, so I just smirk and nod my head, conforming to her ideas. I've conformed all my life to the Capitol, this is no different.

It's then time for the opening ceremony for the games. This is the first time and I already feel intimidated by what the other tributes are going to be like. Me and Sadie have been dressed by Ariel as cole miners covered in lights. It's not explained to us why but Sadie thinks its because they don't want us to think that we are boring. We need to be remembered already. We are sent into the stadium and there is a lot of finger pointing at us. We put on faux smiles and try to make it look like we are ready. I see myself on the big screen and realise how stupid I look, but compared to the people from the Capitol, I look quite normal. We are welcomed by President Yohan. He wishes us the best of luck and then we are sent to a party where we are allowed to interact with other tributes and sponsors.

I look over and I see the tributes from District one and four. These are the careers and they look like they were born for this. The boy from one is tall, muscular and has eyes that show no mercy. The boy from district four isn't as tall, but he is built like a tank and looks like a killing machine. He seems to be stood in a permanent hunch, almost as if he is constantly tensing a beach ball. He wears his brown hair in a pony tail and already, he looks like the one to beat. The girls are much smaller, but their faces and eyes show that they too have the ability.

The term career was first used around the 5th or 6th Hunger Games. In the first four years, they were won by district four, then two, two again, then four, and then one. Oddly, districts one, two and four always made up the final five or six tributes. After their massive success in the first games, it was reported that children as young as 6 started training for them. In the 5th year, all the tributes from districts one, two and four volunteered. It was a huge talking point and many people were saying that these tributes were treating the games, and training for them, as if they were a career. From there on, the term 'Career tribute' has been used.

As everyone is socially, there is sudden uproar as everybody turns their head in the same direction, to a capitol citizen who is screaming on the floor, with blood pouring from just above her eyebrow. I have no idea what happened, but Esme looks stunned.

'What happened?' I ask Esme.

'That disrespectful little boy from district three just threw a knife at the boy from district two and hit that lady instead' She explains.

Oh no, someone who enjoys watching teenagers fight to the death has been hit with a knife, what a tragedy.

It turns out that the boy from district two had been threatening the boy from three all night, so he retaliated and it went wrong when two stepped aside.

'If anybody believes we will be having another party after the ceremonies in future games again, then they can think again' I hear a Game maker furiously declare.

I see President Yohan make eye contact with the boy from three, and shake his head. It doesn't matter how well he does now, the game makers will make sure that he won't win.

After the event, we are shown our flats in the training tower. They are modern and stunning, but it doesn't really lessen the impact that in a few days I will probably be dead. Myself, Sadie, Esme and Spike sit down and have dinner with Ariel before I suddenly feel faint and sick. This is my queue to got to bed.

When I wake up in the morning, I am given my training uniform by Ariel. Its just a black polo top with blue stripes and the number 12 on it. Sadie has the same uniform. I initially feel dissatisfied with Ariel over this uniform, however I soon realise that all the tributes wear the same uniform in training. We are then escorted downstairs to the training room.

In there are all the game makers, sat there inspecting us carefully, along with the other tributes and plenty of stations where we can practice our skills.

I look over and see that one of the stations contains spears. When I was about eleven, my dad taught me how to use a spear when hunting, and it is a skill I know I can use in the arena. I have to stop my self from thinking about the last time I used my spears, just two days ago. Just two days ago I was free, sure, I had worries and problems, but in context to this, they were trivial.

I choose to ignore any of the weapon stations because I don't want the careers to see me as a threat. I know that I am probably the most accurate thrower out of all of them. They have the opposite mentality and quickly show off their knowledge of weapons in an attempt to intimidate us. On the speed stations I also choose not to show how fast I am. I am not one to big myself up, but I am the fastest sprinter in my district and I know this is another skill I can use.

I focus more on survival skills, such as how to make a fire, how to see if water is safe to drink and what food it safe and what food isn't. I've never been taught or warned about these things before, so I decide to prioritise them.

I am amazed when I see how agile and fast Sadie is. She floats over the obstacle course like it is no problem. Having spent the last four years spending so much time at her house I have been genuinely worried about her. I wasn't aware of any skill she could take into the arena, but now, after seeing how fast and agile she is, I feel must better.

This is our routine for the next three days. After being here for three days, it doesn't feel as strange, I don't feel as scared. I seem to have at some points have forgotten that in three days I would be in an epic fight to the death.

It is now the day where we must go and show the game makers on our own what our skill is. This is absolutely vital. If I get this wrong, then I get a low score, and low scores mean low sponsors. Spike keeps saying this to me, and all I want to say to him is 'I'm sorry spike, how many times have you been in this situation, oh yeah, that's right'. But I know that I can't do anything to annoy him as I am relying on him to help me out with sponsors.

We're all sent to a waiting room where one by one we're called into the room. There seem to be alliances forming left, right and centre, especially by the careers, but I choose not to do that. It only creates a tricky situation at the end. After a few hours of waiting, I am last to go in and I see the spears. I haven't practiced with these ones but at the end of the day, a spear is a spear.

I walk to the balcony where the gamemakers are sat and introduce myself.

'Oliver Kreber, District 12'. I declare.

There are six spears, and in order to get a decent score, there is no room for an error.

I pick up the first spear, I take my time. I aim with my left hand as I pull my arm back and then lob it. It hits the target on the torso. Brilliant. I pick up my next spear. I do the same, and again, it hits the target on the torso. This is going well, I need a good score. I go to do the same again. It's a great, solid start, but to get into the higher scores I need to show more skill. I pivot to the left to show that I am aiming at the dummy further away. I aim, and throw It misses. My heart sinks, I want to cry and leave, but I know I can rectify it. I grab the fourth spear and throw it. It hits the bullseye on the head target, on dummy furthest away. Even I'm stunned by this. Relief. Despite my satisfaction with my performance thus far, I can feel the game makers think this is lame, and it upsets me. I need to pull something out the bag that will make them think 'Wow'. But what? It needs to be a risk and it needs to be memorable, but most of all, it needs to be realistic. I grab the fifth spear. Instead of throwing my spear in the conventional way, I swing my arm round and flick my wrist whilst doing do. This sends the spear spinning through the air like a wheel. It hits the dummy. Right in the middle of the head. I hear the gasps from the game makers and I realise that I've just earned myself a high score. The highest score by a district 12 boy is 6, from a girl 5. I know I've done better than that. I just need one more decent throw to ensure this. My stomach is turning as I keep up the last spear. It's all or nothing. I I use the same technique as in the last throw, and it works again. The spinning spear lands right in the torso of the dummy. I don't intend on using this technique in the arena but thats irrelevant.

My work here isn't complete. Yet. I need to do one last thing to leave an impression. I walk up to the dummies, just as I'm about to be dismissed, and grab two spears. I strut back to the throwing away and then place a spear in each hand. I aim at a dummy to my right, and one to my left. I pray that with with work. I release them both and they both hit their said targets. I stair at what I have just achieved for a few minutes then slowly twist my presence and gaze up at the game makers.

'These Games are mine' I say with confidence as I glance right in the eye of the chief game maker, Sebastian Heart. He looks impress.

I smile in side but deliberately look dissatisfied so the game makers think I have more in the bag. They dismiss me and I head back to the pent house.