Hey! Hope my updating is ok, and I'm sorry this is really short, but I'm working on another HG fanfic. It's Haymitch/Maysilee thing during the 50th Hunger Games. Like what they do and they're thoughts. I'm kind of focusing on that one right now.

Don't get me wrong, I'll update as best I can, so almost every day or every other day, but I just wanted to say if I don't update like super-super fast then that's why. I've managed to make and upload 2 chapters for this story and 2 for other story, too TODAY! So I'm doing pretty good if I do say so myself (:

Anyway it's called Candy Pink Birds (The birds that killed Maysilee)

I would've put a CATCHING FIRE SPOLIER ALERT up there ^^ but seeming as how you're reading something about Johanna Mason I'm assuming you've read it.

I originally put the link on here but fanfiction kept messing up so you can just click on my profile up there ^^ and it'll be there! Thanks for reading it! (:

Oh and Sorry For My RANT!

ENJOY!

Today is the first day of training. I dress in a random outfit, because Baily says it doesn't really matter what I wear.

10:00. I'll wait a couple more minutes, because I honestly don't care if I'm the last person there. After a few minutes of just sitting there and doing nothing, I conclude I'll go. I peek my head into Blight's room, where he's sitting.

"Come on Blight, let's go," I say.

"Where?" He asks, as if he doesn't know.

"Training."

"Oh, I'm not going to that."

I pop my head up in shock. "Don't you have to?" I ask.

"I don't know, but I'm not going either way," He answers, and looks away.

"Okay..." I stand up straight and walk away.

I guess I'm not really surprised he's not going. He'd mentioned before he didn't want to go. I get into the elevator and press the button for the training center. As it starts to move, I sit on the ground and think about how suckish my life is and how there are people who would've commited suicide by this time if they were me.

Suddenly, I need my liqour. I kick at the elevator and smash my hand on the emergency stop button. The elevator comes to an abrubt stop and the doors open. I'll have to climb up pretty far, and I know I could, but somehow, I back away and press the button to restart the elevator going to the training center.

I close my eyes and breathe in sharply, because I know I can do this, I know I can live without this liqour.

When I get down to the training center, most of the people are there. I decide to try out some new things. I stay away from the axes and do some knife throwing instead. Try the bow and arrows, and realize I'm horrible.

I move on to another station. Wrestling. The trainer tells me to oil myself down. I strip down so I'm naked again without caring and get him to hand me the oil.

He looks at my face awkwardly and gives me the oil. I rub myself down and watch Katniss out of the corner of my eye. At one point, she looks over. She's hanging out with District Three.

I finally get into my wrestling gear after a few minutes of tugging and pulling because this stuff is so skin tight. Just as I'm about to begin my match with the trainer, I hear a shoot and the sound of an impact.

I stop talking to him and turn around, only to find Katniss Everdeen, the girl on fire, who loves Peeta and is engaged to him, who has a lot of confidence in herself, shooting birds in the air that the trainer at the bow-and-arrow station is throwing.

She hits every single one in the eye. Somewhere where it will die, but all the meat will still be fresh.

I stand and stare, watching her hit every single one. They fall to the ground. Then I realize that almost everyone in the training center is staring at her. You can hear every one of them hit the ground, despite them just being little stuffed birds.

I think Katniss realizes this, too, because she lowers the bow and turns slowly. Her cheeks burn when she realizes we're all staring.

Atala, some lady who runs the training center, tells us its time for lunch. I redress and walk into the lunchroom, where several people are pushing the tables together so we can all eat together. It's a pretty good idea, so I go around and help them.

When it's finished, I go and get a tray. I pick out some different foods when I spot Brutus sitting next to Enobaria with nobody on his other side. When I finally pick out some chicken I like, I head over to sit with him.

"Brutus," I say bluntly. He recognizes my voice and turns sharply. There is no bandage on his nose.

"Johanna," He mutters.

"I see your nose has healed," I say with a hint of laughter and sarcasm. "Was it broken?"

He looks down at his food. "Yes."

"Oh, well, I apologize!" I say, and then change my mind about sitting next to him. I turn around and walk away to sit with Finnick and Mags.

"What's up?" I ask. Mags had another stroke, and her voice is all but a bunch of blabber to me.

"Nothing," Says Finnick, even though there is so much going on in all of our live's. "I saw you talking to Brutus," He chuckles.

"Yes!" I say with a note of superior. "I asked him about how his nose was. He's informed me that it was indeed, broken."

Finnick laughs and I continue.

"He did indeed underestimate the power of a young girl, do you not agree, Mr. Odair?" I ask.

"Oh, I agree. I mean, he was so wrong to mess with you. He was a mentor the year of your Games. He saw what you could do, and yet, he thinks you couldn't break his nose with one blow to it?"

"Guess not," I say, and smile. "But I think it's pretty stupid they sent me home because of an 'attack'."

"It wasn't really an attack," Finnick agrees. Mags just nods.

I look away and bite a piece of my chicken.

Instead of talking the rest of the time, I just eat my lunch and think about Haymitch's plan.

And realize how many damn flaws it has.

Sorry for the boring-ness I promise to make the next few more exciting! Thanks for R & R ing and again, sorry for the shortness, but hey, I already updated today.

Have a nice weekend!

-Jellybean

PS I don't own the Hunger Games or Johanna Mason!