"Alright guys, since it's the Quarter Quell, remember that you wont have weapons unless you are one of the last four standing"

Haymitch's sentence snapped me out of my daydream. How could I forget that it was the Quarter Quell? This is going to make getting them out alive even harder. I'm starting to think the worst- they will probably die quickly.

"Sweetheart? Got any advice?"

"Oh uh, yeah, sorry. You've been focusing on survival stations, but since today is your last day of training you need to get into hand-to-hang combat,"

I can tell they're frightened. They have every right to be. Haymitch is really the only mentor here. I'm not much help at all. He's mainly the one talking to them, all I do is sit here and offer up advice when asked. I can only think about these kids dying.

Sometimes I swear Haymitch can read my mind, because right when I start to go to that place again he leans down next to me and whispers into my ear,

"It's your first year, sweetheart. You'll get the hang of it."

I smile and nod. It's pretty unconvincing, but he takes it. It's not hard to see why Haymitch drinks so much. These kids are from our district, they're nice kids, and they're about to get killed. No, I can't go there, that's not the attitude I should have right now.

"Alright, so what are we going to do today, Haymitch?" I say after I hear the elevator doors close.

"You can do whatever you want. I'm going down to the bar, and that is where I will spend the day."

Obviously I'm giving him a look that says I require more information, because he rolls his eyes and starts again.

"Look, sweetheart, we've done as much as we can do for now. We just have to wait until the games and see how they do."

He's right. Since the sponsors can't see the kids train it's pretty hard getting them before the games start. It'll be easier once the scores come out.

Haymitch has his drinking, Effie does.. Well whatever she does, and now I have to find something for me to do. Usually right now I'd be hunting with Gale, but there are no woods here. Oh, but there is a separate training facility that is open to whoever wants to use it. Now.. I just have to find it.

After about 30 minutes wondering around the building looking for it I finally get up the nerve to ask someone. No one from the Capitol would know, the Avoxs can't speak, and I have no idea where Effie is. I know where the bar is, though, so I guess I'll go ask Haymitch.

"Just can't stay away from that bow, can ya sweetheart?"

I guess I really can't. Every day before the games I would hunt, in the games I had a bow, and just about every day after the games I would hunt. It's like an extension of my body. I don't feel normal without it. Plus, when I'm shooting I'm not really thinking about anything; it's just the bow and me. And that is what I need right now: no thinking.

Finally, I make it down to the training center. I'm at the door and I hear noises inside. I don't care, though. I need to be with a bow right now, and whoever is in there will have to deal with me being in there too. I pull the cold, heavy door open and stop dead in my tracks.

"Hey fire girl, can't get enough of me, huh?"

Cato. Of course it's Cato. He was raised as a Career and that doesn't stop when you win the games, I guess. There are limbs from the dummies lying on the ground. Judging by the sword in his hand, I'll assume he hacked them all off. I almost turn around to go back to my room, but I don't. I can't let him stop me from doing what I love. Once he sees me shoot I'm sure he'll leave me alone.

He doesn't.

"You're a good shot," wait, is he actually giving me a compliment?

"To bad you're only skilled with a bow."

Nope.

"Look Cato, I came down here to get away from everyone, and everyone includes you. So leave me alone."

That came out a little harsher than I had planned, but he needs to take me seriously. I don't want him around.

"Calm down. Now I understand why you were the girl on fire, damn."

"Leave, Cato!"

For some reason, he does. I'm not sure what to make of him. He's different than I'd thought he'd be, but he's definitely the cocky guy I pictured in my head, too. I don't understand it, and right now I don't want to. So I go back to shooting.

I look at the clock and realize that a few hours have passed, and if I don't hurry I'm going to be late for the scores.

"Where have you been, Katniss? Go freshen up and meet us all back in the sitting area. We will talk about your manners later."

Effie has this power to make me feel guilty about the smallest things. I have to admit, she's growing on me. At first, I thought she was the most annoying lady possible. Now, all her little antics kind of make me laugh. She's a lot better than most of the Capitol citizens.

I'm a little late coming back and Caesar is already on District Four. I want to know what Two's scores are, but I'm afraid they'll want to know why I'm asking. They can't know it's because I'm in some kind of weird competition with Cato. I'll just ask how District One and Two did. Then they'll just think I'm wondering because they're Careers, so I ask.

"The boy from One got a nine, the girl from One got an eight," don't care, don't care "the boy from Two got a ten, and the girl got a seven."

A ten is going to be hard to beat. Actually, it's pretty impossible to beat. I got an eleven, and that's only because I shot an apple through a pig's mouth. I'm thinking so much I almost forget to pay attention our scores, which to my surprise are pretty impressive. Louisa got a seven and Noah got an eight. I can see the smile of relief they both have on their faces and remember Peeta having the same one.

"You're right up there with the Careers, good job. You have a fighting chance."

I wonder if they realize that I'm saying that more so to convince myself than to actually congratulate them.

I hope this chapter answered any questions y'all might have had! Review so you can tell me what you like and don't like and what you want to see in the future! I'm going to try and write a new chapter everyday. So, review to give me motivation!