Jean knocked on the door impatiently. We waited for 2 minutes, and no answer. She knocked again, louder this time, and muttered, "Come on!" The door opened to reveal her brother, Gwan, in a rich red robe holding a cigar. I wrinkled my nose in disgust, as it was just a waste of plants.

"Ah! Jean and her friends! Come in! Come in! I have, uh, cookies!" Gwan said. He ushered us inside, and Jean softened for a moment. There wasn't a lot of times when Gwan is nice and like he was before the games. We sat around a round glass table in a gold detailed stool. On the table was a platter of sugar cookies. Another thing that we, healers, had to heal often. I thought of my brother, Harry, as he was sick. We didn't know the symptoms, it did help to be in a healer's family. I saw Miley reach for a cookie, and Jean began to talk.

"I'm here on a business matter, Gwan." She said.

"And that business is?" He asked, taking a long drag from his cigarette.

"We have been selected for the Hunger Games and since the Reaping is tomorrow, we need advice on how to stay alive."

"Hmm? Can't you wait until our training is going to start?" Clearly, he believes us.

"Gwan, we are just normal girls. We are going to die out there."

Gwan gave it some thought, and finally gave in. He motioned for us to put our heads closer, and whispered, "I did get hold of some information. They are changing this year. Every single thing you saw in the plaza is now going to be different."

"Of course it is. I discovered that when they accepted us into the Games." I heard Miley say.

"Keep your voice down. Anyway, when you are in the battlefield, stay together. You will need each other."

We all nodded, which bumped our heads against each other. A lively tune interrupted the silence, and I noticed it was coming from his phone. He held up a finger, and answered the call. We heard him grunt and a snort. Then he ended the call. He stared at his phone for a moment, but when he put it away and looked at us, his gaze is different.

"What are you three squirts doing in here!? I did not give you permission to come in here! GET OUT!" He stood up so quickly that his chair toppled over, and he made hands gesture like he was shooing away a fly. I looked at Jean, but her face was concealed by her bangs. She stood up, and again, she grabbed our hands and led us out the door.

"Gee, what a helpful brother," She mumbled.

"Well, at least we got some help," I said, cheerfully.

"Doesn't matter, hey, what do you think the call was about?" Miley asked.

I shot her a look, "Miley! It's not our business!"

She snorted, but Jean interrupted her, "Right, and what are business is training. Come on! I gotta train you on your speed!" This time, she ran off without our hands, and we were forced to run to her.

She stood there, waiting at the school where only rich people go, and I saw Miley was already there. "Geez, what took you so long?"

I gave Miley a glare and panted, "Well, you tripped me!"

"No I did not! You tripped on over how fast I was running."

"Same thing!"

"Children children, settle down! Now, I'll give you your test scores."

My jaw fell as I heard what Jean said, "That was a t-test!?"

"Of course!"

"But it wasn't fair! I didn't know where I was suppose to go!"

"You had Jean to follow, didn't you?" Miley snorted.

"Y-yeah, but-"

"Would you like to run more then?" Jean tested me.

I gave them a sigh, and muttered, "You guys are just ganging up on me!"

Jean ignored me, and continued on, "Miley, you were pretty good, but don't sprint at the last minute. Who knows, you might still have to run again. Arada, you, however, gave a big sprint at first, and lost all your breath at the end. Don't do that!"

"Then when are you suppose to sprint?" I asked, almost catching my breath.

"Never! Run an even pace all the way through and run until your enemy is out of breath!"

"Great, now can we go onto my subject while Arada's out of breath?" Jean nodded, and once more, I find myself out of breath. Miley gave us a test on how many fruits in a basket we could carry. Every 30 seconds, Miley would add another fruit, and sometimes that fruit is a watermelon. My arms ached as I was carrying 24 apples, and a melon. Miley moved to give me an orange, and I dropped it. On my toes.

"CRAP!" I yelled. Jean looked shock, and I blushed, "I mean, CRAB!" Miley dropped another melon in my basket for a good measure, and picked it all up. She didn't stagger like I did. I looked on how well Jean was doing, and saw she was worse than me. Twelve apples, an orange, and a peach made her nearly drop it, and she didn't even get a melon or watermelon!

"Good work, Jean," Miley complemented.

"What?! I carried more than that!"

"Well, you dropped it!"

I groaned, as she gave us our test scores. "Jean, you did well, but when you are fighting, choose a light weapon or don't give such a hard attack, because they will parry it easily. Arada, don't strain your muscles."

"That's it? No 'good job' or even a 'you did your best!' Fine, be like that, now it's my subject." I laughed evilly, and we went to my house. Soon, they would be sore, but not physically! Haha!