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I sit next to Petra on the balcony. She doesn't say anything. We stare out at the bright lights of the capitol.

'Um… Petra I noticed on the list of tributes you gave me, you wrote BB next to some names. What does BB mean?

'Oh, that means I predict they will die in the bloodbath.'

'What! But how do you know?'

'After doing this for 20 years I have an idea of what kind of people will die in the bloodbath. But I'm not always right.'

I ask the question that's been bugging me since I met Petra.

'How did you win the games?'

She sighs heavily. 'I was in an alliance of 5 people, including my district partner. I wasn't bad at combat and I could sort of throw knives. On the 6th day- well the night of the 6th day- there were 11 tributes left. We had set up camp in a cave. I was meant to be on watch but I took most of their supplies and ran. I hid in a tree. The next day, all my allies were hunted and killed by the careers. After that I stayed in the tree for 3 days.' Her voice is choking and sobbing. She is quivering all over.

'Then suddenly the arena turned extremely cold. And it snowed and hailed. My sleeping bag wasn't warm enough and I could barely feel my body. Then they announced there would be a feast in the morning. At that point, including me, there were only 4 tributes left. A boy from six and two careers. I went to the cornucopia in the cover of the night. I had a pair of night vision glasses which helped me. When I got there I hid in the very back of the cornucopia. I didn't sleep. I grabbed my bag as soon as it appeared. But I stayed in the cornucopia. Then, the boy from six came and got his bag without noticing me. But as he was leaving the careers arrived and killed him. They didn't notice me either. So the career girl took a swipe at the boy. She killed him, eventually, but he wounded her so badly. I ran from the cornucopia stabbed her in the back. She was my only kill in all of the games.'

Neither of us say anything for a while.

'What will happen to Dessi? I haven't seen him since the reaping.' I say, changing the subject.

'I thought you would have figured that out. Well, the game makers think that as soon as the gong sounds he will die. Which is good for you, since you will get double sponsors.'

'D-do-y -you think I have chance ?'

'A chance of what? Winning? Look kid. Every year I tell the tributes that there's something special about them. That there different from all the other tributes that I've mentored. But every year they die. So, this year I'm not going to lie. Carabelle you're a good runner. But no-one can run forever. There are so many variables in the arena that, so to be frank you probably won't win. But you can try. And I will help you.'

I stare at her. My mentor has just told me that I will probably die. She only killed one person. How many will I kill?

'Go to bed Carabelle. You'll need all the sleep you can get.'