Here is the training day 1! The games will hopefully be up soon! The bloodbath (the start of the games) will be in either chapter 5 or 6! Enjoy!

Phew! I am very thankful when we stumble in the doorway of the apartment thingy. I collapse on the purple sofa. Missie informs me that Dessi is safely locked in

his room and that I need to go to mine. I take a long shower all though the shower is not really a shower at all. I change into a dark green skirt and top. On the

glass bedside table is a remote. I point it towards the window. The window turns into a TV with a lady advertising some sort of food machine. At that moment

Missie barges in. 'Carabelle! They're replaying the reapings on channel 726!' She squeals excitedly. I press the numbers on the remote. They show the career

districts and 3 first. They all have funny names. After watching the earlier districts I start to become more and more tired. How will I ever remember who they all

are? I turn the TV off when they finish district 12. I crawl into the bed and drift off to sleep. I dream of my brothers being murdered by wolves.

'Wake up darling!' Missie calls. I'm drenched in sweat. I start to sob. I am about to go to training in a room full of weapons with horrible people who want to kill

me. But I manage to dress and walk out of the safety of my bedroom. Petra tells me to sit down on the sofa and ignores my crying. 'Okay, so what are your skills?'

'Uhhh… well I'm a champion sprinter.'

'That's…good. Any survival skills? First aid knowledge? Tree climbing? Camoflague? Bow and arrow?'

'No, just running. I'm useless at most things in the hunger games.' She thinks for a moment.

'Alright, in training today I want you to focus on Survival skills, meaning: plants, knots and snares, Also hand- to -hand combat skills and the obstacle course. Don't

waste your time picking up knives or axes. If and how you make allies is up to you.' I stare at her wondering how she won the games.

When we arrive at the centre I see all the other tributes at door. I start to shake. Calm down! Calm down! I tell myself. I follow them into the training room,

keeping a safe distance. The head trainer starts to talk. I don't hear any of it; I'm too busy looking at the horrible weapons. Will all of these be in the cornucopia?

As the chatter resumes I realise that training has begun. I don't move. Scanning the room for something to do I see the knots station. Every other tribute seems

to have found what they want to do. Except the 13-year-old from 12, she has the same look on her face as I do. But I'm too nervous to make allies at this point.

I begin tying the knots. I only want to make 1 or 2 allies and I don't want allies who are snobby, cunning or very good with weapons. As I finish tying my last knot

I feel a tap on my shoulder.

'Would you like to be allies with me?' The girl from district 12 asks. She has brown hair and brown eyes. She looks even skinner than me although she is a lot taller. But she looks trustworthy.

'Sure. I'm Carabelle Mentoniak.'

'I'm Lilac Bray. Do you have any talents?'

'I can sprint. And I wasn't too bad at knots. You?'

'I know lots about survival, snares, plants, first aid. But I don't have any fighting skills.'

'Why don't we go over to the hand- to-hand combat station.'

As we make our over I get my first look at the careers. This year the winning alliance is made up of all the tributes from 1,2 and 4. They look almost bored. And

they hit the targets perfectly almost every time. The girls from 2 and 4 are both really short but the rest are tall. There are two trainers at the hand-to-hand

combat station, both teaching a different type of combat. The first one I train with gives me a plastic knife covered in blue paint. I have to get the paint on his torso

area whilst dodging his paint knife. At first he gets me easily. But gradually I become better. I get paint three times on his chest. Then I swap with Lilac. The other

trainer shows me different methods of attack without using weapons. She demonstrates kicks, punches and blocks. I get the hang of it eventually.

When lunch is called Lilac and I sit together. The food is rich and appears to make Lilac feel sick. She pulls out a notepad and pen.

'So what is our strategy?' She asks,

'Well I think we should get another ally. When you hear the gong, don't go to the cornucopia. I will get the supplies. I can out run every tribute easily. But you run

a few metres in the opposite direction of the cornucopia and we'll meet up and run for cover.'

I contemplate my plan as we walk back into the centre. It seems simple enough but who will be our other ally?

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