Sitting on the roof in silence were the three tributes. Each tribute hadn't known the others untill the reaping. "You know, part of me wishes that i hated you guys." The silence continued for a few more minutes untill a shooting star passed over their heads. "Lets all make a wish." Each of the tributes closed their eyes and made a wish. when they all opened their eyes the girl in the center spoke "What did you boys wish for?"

Tylon closed his deep blue eyes and skook his dark brown short hair. "I wish that before i die, i can do somthing meaningful. I dont want to just fall away into the night and be forgotten about. Even if i dont win, i want somthing that i did to stay beyond the grave." Tylon stood up and walked to the edge of the roof. Every one waited quitely as Tylon looked out over the city. "It looks so small... But i know that its massive." Tylon turned around "what did you guys wish for?"

Kiylee waited for Tylon as he walked over and sat back down. "I wished that my dad would still be alive..." the boy next to Kiylee frowned and looked concerned "What happened?" Kiylee looked away and wispered so quitely it was almost like she didnt say anything at all. "I dont wanna talk about it."

Silence continued for a few minutes as they all stared at the sky. Veron slowly stood up. "I say, we dont just sit by and feel sorry for ourselves. Lets train and get better." The talking continued. many heroic speechs were had and by the end every one felt sure that one of the three of them would win if they all worked together.

Veron had soft light brown hair and green eyes. Most people thought that Veron was prety average. He was. Veron was kinda smart and prety strong although he wasnt amazing at anything he did lots of people still liked him. Lately Veron became determined and everything he did normaly succeeded. He became faster, stronger and more aware. He even became more street smart.

Kiylee had dead straight Dark brown hair and green eyes. She was mostly nice and was extremly intuitive. She often didnt talk about herself so no one knew of the pain she held deep down inside of herself.

Tylon was Very diferent to Veron. He was smart, strong, fast and was good at everything he did. But the thought of killing and the hunger games made him uncomfortable. He began to eat less panic and fall into trances on a regular basis. He was cracking and he felt that he might go insane during the hunger games.

A few days later. (a few hours before the train ride)

Tylon stood with his hands open in a nimble blocking position. Veron stood with his hands in fists by his side. "Hey guys whats up?" Kiylee was smiling untill she saw that the two boys were standing fighting postions, suddenly her smile became a frown. "Ohhhh." Veron put his finger to his lips and made the hush sound. After a few very tense moments Tylon bursted forward in flurry of punchs. Most of them were blocked untill one connected with Verons chest. Veron stumbled back as Kiylee winced. As Tylon charged forward Veron swiftly kicked and knocked the air out of his opponent. As Tylon gasped for air Veron slammed down both of his fists on to Tylon's back. Tylon yelled but kept his position of both hands and feet of the ground. That was untill he pushed through the pain and punched Veron in the nose. A horrible crack noise resonated out of Veron as he screamed. Tylon wiped the blood from his hand and elbowed Veron in his already broken nose. Veron fell to the floor screaming. "I win" Tylon reached his hand out and picked Veron of the ground. "WHAT WAS THAT ABOUT!" Kiylee was clearly angry.

"Me and Veron realised that when we get on the train, we get totaly repaired, all scars and cuts removed, all bones fixed. So we were having a real fight that only ends when some one gets knocked to the ground. Once we get on the train and get fixed up were gonna do it again. But only end when you pin the other person down." Veron mumbled somthing but no one could hear it. "So, what have you been doing for training? Us two have been doing parkour and street fighting."

Kiylee was looking at the flowing blood coming from Verons nose. "Throwing knives, strength, speed and jumping, the usual stuff."

Veron sat down and covered his face with a cloth (it was already dripping with blood) "Lets see how good you are with a throwing knife." Tylon Went inside his house and took out a few kitchen knives. "Throw these" Kiylee took a knife from him and threw it into tree that was 30 meters away. "Cool, now go get it" Kiylee made a very fast throwing motion at Tylon. He flinched. Kiylee laughed. When Tylon opened his eyes Kiylee was already pulling the knife out of the tree. "She is fast." Tylon looked over to Veron who made the gesture of throwing a knife at him. "I broke your nose, your in no position to joke around."

Kiylee was getting very annoyed very fast. The knife wouldent come out no matter how hard she pulled. "HEY! COME OVER HERE YOU GUYS!" Kiylee was pulling as hard as she could when she put her foot on the tree and pushed. Still nothing. realising how stuck on it was Kiylee started walking up the tree as she pulled on the knife. "tha uks veary ard" Veron's words were almost imposibble to understand. Kiylee pushed of the tree and landed on her feet after a backflip. "That was awesome. Now let me try." Tylon grabbed onto the knife and started climbing up untill he got to the same position Kiylee was in. When he pushed off he attempted a double backflip. Ending with his face smashing into the ground.

Ten minutes later and Kiylee was the only person that wasnt holding a cloth up to their broken nose. "shud uhp" Kiylee smiled cruely as Veron and Tylon frowned. Silently their mentor walked in. "Its time to go... what happened to those two?" Kiylee walked over to the mentor "They failed." Veron and Tylon stood up and started walking over to the mentor as well. Veron without warning took the cloth off his nose and rubbed it on Kiylee's face. Kiylee screamed and began wiping the blood of her face. "I'm going to kill you." all three of the tributes began laughing hystericly when they thought about the sentence a bit more. There was a good chance that she wasn't joking.