I fidgeted in my seat. I was the first to be ready and Miley was second. Jean still hadn't appeared. I examined Miley's outfit, she had an extra long skirt and a long sleeved shirt which had a painted ditch on her right arm which evolved into a river on her left. There were lots of painted fish and plants which looked so real. Her hair was a tinted blue, and her outfit had so much glory in it that it made mine look in shame.

I had a simple brown shirt with a brown wavy skirt. There was a tree root on my skirt and multiple plants, leaves, shrubs, and even weeds painted on me. They had my hair streaked with green. Although the painting was real, I wish I looked elegant. I turned and looked around, and realized Jean was coming down.

She had the same clothing as me, but her shirt was painted so much that it resembled dry dirt and her skirt, with it's wave, looked muddy and had car tracks. Her hair however, was braided so much that it resembled rabbit tracks.

I held my breath, and remembered that I had to count to 100 and raise my arms. While I needed to count, I had to stay completely still. We all got into the carriage, with Miley on the left of me, and Jean on my right. So if the Capitol people were looking at me, Jean had the dirt, I started to grow plants, and Miley had the river near by. The carriage started moving, and we heard screams.

Once I counted to 100, I raised my arms, Miley pressed one of the fish on her, and Jean pulled on her hair. The screams were doubled and I caught a glimpse of us in one of the screens. We looked stunning. Jean's hair turned to a car, Miley's hair made a realistic river, and my arms showed a tree.

It wasn't long until the gates closed after us and we get to train. Joseline ran to hug us, "You girls were stunning! Your stylists seems to know what they're doing!" I saw Gwan from the corner of my eye, and when Joseline left, he came to us.

"It seems your stylist knows what they're doing. Yes, you are just a piece of dirt." He said, particularly to Jean. I saw her clench her fist, but Gwan saw none of that. He continued, "Now, you have a command. You can only practice your weakness." He left with that.

I heard Jean mumble, "He just wants us to look like wimps."

"No Jean," I said, "He's right, everybody will be watching and will know we are good at something."

Jean shook her head, but I knew she got the message. I saw her go to the weights, and try to throw a pack of flour. It barely went forward a feet.

I sighed, and was about to talk to Miley when I saw she was already at the plants section, learning how to use them to heal. Then that leaves me to my weak spot. I groaned as I made my way to the track with the tires and ditches.

It was finally lunch by the time I got out of that thing. I had completed the course 12 times, but each time, Jean would pop up and make me do it again. I sighed, as my neck hurts from stooping down, and my hands were raw from crawling. If I were to choose harvesting in the hot sun than this, I would choose the harvesting.

I sat down with Miley and Jean while they unpacked a basket from Joseline. It revealed expensive looking sandwich and I was surprised the bread wasn't stale and there was a lot of meat. I started to spike a conversation, "So how did your first morning of training go?"

Miley shrugged, "It went okay, I spent half an hour on the edible plants section with a girl from District 12. She's 13." A thought pounded in my head, is she hinting that we should watch out for her? Soon, the period was over and I went to the weapons section.

I picked up a sword and twirled it in my to get the feel of it. I saw a guy from District 1 come over and ask, "First time?"

Putting my chin up higher defiantly, I replied tartly, "No. Yours?"

"Course not, shorty." he scoffed, not taking his eyes of me. He twirled an even longer sword than mine easily in his hand. After a pause, he whispered, "Duel?"

I rolled my eyes, responded, "Good luck at the games next week." and started to try out all the other stations. For a week, that was basically all we did, but soon, it was time to impress the Gamemakers with our skills. We were all shoved into a room, and slowly, one by one, they left.