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Disclaimer: I don't own the hunger games, but I'm working on it ;P

A/N: Yaya! Okay, guys! I looooove this chapter! It is definitely one of my favorites! With Mags, I kinda picture her with a mixed between and Australian and New Zealand accents! For those of you who don't know what these accents sound like- GOOGLE! Abe is mentioned in this, and it also gives you a little back ground info about Maysilee, Madge and Haymitch! Hope you guys like!

"Get up ya lazy arses!" Mags screams. We all jump up and get ready. When we finish, Mags waits for us in the dining room. I look out the window, and see the sky is pitch black. Only the lights in the tallest buildings illuminate the city.

"Lovely to see you are all up at such an early hour!" Quill says through gritted teeth. Judging from the look in her eyes, Mags had forced Quill to wake up this early as well.

"Yeah, it's great to see all of ya up this early, 'cause we're gonna be havin' a long talk 'bout training!" Mags says in her muddled accent.

She nodded to the seats in front of her, and we did as she said.

Connor and Janice were close together, and so were I and Mayze.

"Now, let me get this straight, you stay together! No matter what! A Career asks you to join 'em, ya say no! You lot are the best shot at getting' home! You're like family! Bein' a Career just means you're fake and don't get dessert!" Mags says.

I smile at her. It's a funny joke, but no one else smiles. Mags cuts at a piece of bacon in front of her and points her fork at Janice.

"You, sweetie pie, are adorable! Use that to your advantage. Use those big eyes God- yeah I said God, I still believe in the big man upstairs- gave ya, and win over the Game makers! Smile and act cutesy!" Mags gobbled down more bacon. With her mouth still full, she pointed to Connor.

"You, son, don't act tough! That'll make ya look stupid. If I were a Career, I'd kill ya first for tryin' to act like me! Whattcha have to do, is appear weak. Go to the weaponry and the survival- well, all of ya should do that- and look weak. If ya look weak, then you'll be ignored!"

Mags lifts her cup to be filled, and takes slow, long gulps before looking at Mayze. Mags squints her eyes and stares at her for a long time. Mags turns her head and looks at me. Mags leans back in her chair and rests for a bit. She is biting her bottom lip and looks between me and Mayze.

"Alright. You and Mitch are gonna stay close together. You both pull of the ' bet friends' act very well. I'm not sayin' it's an act, but it' good. Keep it! Mayze, stay close to Mitch. Appear vulnerable, but full of potential. You, Mitch, you are a bloody smart arse with the looks to match it. You're arrogant, with a tint of charm, but mischief lurks behind your ego! Keep that look! They'll love the two of ya! Two good lookin' kids who have more depth than appears, the Capital will eat ya up!"

Mags smiles broadly at all of us, then looks back to Quill, who has fallen asleep on the table. Mags stifles a laugh, and looks back to the four of us. Janice is leaning on Connor, dozing in and out of sleep. Connor has an intense look on his face, trying not to fall asleep. Mayze and I, on the other hand, are awake. I silently thank Abe for waking me up every day at 4 am to hunt with him and Mayze.

"You lot have potential. I see real winners. Not fakes like the Career, but good people with a genuine heart." Mags stands up and walks to her room.

"Let's hope the Games won't change that." I hear her whisper. I look at Mags curiously, and so does Mayze.

I walk Mayze to her room and hold her shoulders.

"I'm scared, Mayze." I whisper. I can feel the vulnerability in my eyes. Mayze lift up my chin and looks at me with an intent smile.

"Good. Only Careers are fearless. And they're not aloud dessert!" I chuckle. I stare into Mayze's eyes, and I feel something in me fade away. I don't feel empty, but rather, happy.

What has left me is Maysilee. My love for her was from a distance. I was only her friend. The boy who would hunt with her sister occasionally. I would never have Maysilee, and I never truly wanted her.

Looking into Mayze's eyes, I see something I've never seen in Maysilee. I see a wild spirit. I brush my finger against her cheek. I lean down to her, my lips brushing against hers. We kiss. Mayze deepens the kiss. It's not passionate, or intense. It is a soft and comforting kiss. One that is full of true love, instead of lust.

"Get a room!" Mags yells from the wall way. Mayze and I break away. We are both blushing erratically.

"Um, I'll see you in a few hours." She stutters. I nod my head and give her a quick kiss on the cheek. I nod my head and rush to my room.

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I close the door behind me and sink to the ground. Wow, I think. Images of Mayze swarm my mind. She's all I can think about. I close my eyes, and I remember the first time Abe introduced me to her.

"Hurry up, mate! Sun'll be up in two hours!" Abe screams from far ahead. We've walked for more than half an hour up a steep hill, and I'm tired.

"Shuttup, Abe! Just go on without me!" I yell back. I grudgingly pick up my pace, later on meeting Abe 200 meters ahead of me. I can see he is talking to someone. A girl. She is tall. Her long honey- blonde hair tied up in a high ponytail, and her black clothing blending in with the night.

She shifts her gaze to me, and I know who it is. Madge Donner. Maysilee, my Assignment partner's, sister. Madge looks at me with intense blue eyes. I take a minute to look into them. They are not the same shade as Maysilee's. Maysilee's eyes are light and glazed with her day dreams, and open to all of her emotions.

Madge's eyes, though, are heavily guarded. They are a light shade of blue, but unlike Maysilee's bright eyes, Madge's eyes are dark and fierce.

"Who's this, Abe?" she asks.

"This here, is my best mate, and the most smartest arse in the whole damn world, Haymitch Abernathy!" Madge gives me a once over and bites the bottom of her lip.

"I know you. You're in the same class as my sister." She says.

I raise my eyebrow and smirk at her. " After three years, we finally meet!" I laugh. It's loud and hearty, and make the nearest squirrel run. Madge's body perks up, and she throws a knife at it. The knife pierces the squirrel's skin, and it drops to the ground. Madge walks to me and narrows her eyes.

"Rule number one, 'Mitch', stay quiet." Madge walks to the squirrel and picks it up. She heads down the hill.

I laugh again.

"Whatever you say, 'Mayze'"

Madge looks back and smirks at me. Abe runs down after her, but I stay back and watch. I smile to myself. Mayze and Mitch. Our new nicknames.

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