I find myself tracing delicate patterns on the rain-soaked window of the train. I'm seated next Avarus, who hasn't been shaking quite as much. Elaina sits across from me and keeps shooting me menacing glares, which surprisingly don't terrify me. From what I've gathered so far, she's all muscles with no brains. Cato's seated next to her, basically tearing apart the pastries and sweets before him.

Then, there are our mentors. Ajax is a serious, muscular man in his fifties. His games were on before my time, so I have no idea how he won. My guess is strength. Calantha is a beautiful woman in her early twenties, with jet black hair and baby blue eyes. I recall her games from when I was eleven. She won at fifteen years old by killing all of her allies in their sleep before all the other tributes were dead. I sense a glint of mischief in her wide eyes.

I know how the Quarter Quell works. Since there are only two mentors for each district every year, one male tribute and one female tribute goes to each mentor. For some reason, the eldest tribute gets to decide who they'll choose as their "partner" in training sessions. So that means that either Elaina or Cato will have the honor of being able to decide. I mentally groan at the thought of being stuck with Avarus. He's weak and would only slow me down. Then there's Cato. Sure, he's annoying and he's already managed to piss me off multiple times, but he's strong and doesn't have a grudge against me, or at least not yet. But there's no way Cato would pick me. I'm relatively small for a Career tribute, and most people tend to underestimate me because of it. But I'm not weak, and I'm skilled with all sorts of weapons, but mainly knives.

My thoughts are interrupted by Anais. "Alright then, tributes of District 2, let's get down to some important business." I think of my sparkling Capitol fork lodged deep in her turquoise neck. "Cato, since you are the eldest tribute from District 2, you get to choose who will be your partner at the opening ceremonies."

Everyone at the table studies him as he contemplates his decision. I stir a funky colored pastry around on my plate, knowing that he'll probably pick Elaina. She must know it to, judging from the cocky expression on her face.

"I pick Andromeda." I almost jump at his words. I study his face for any sign of why he had picked me, but his expression is unreadable. He just smirks at me, the arrogance of his nature clearly expressed on his face. I look down at my lap.

"Very well, then. Andromeda and Cato, you will be the first group representing District 2. Avarus and Elaina, you will be the second."Anais says, waving her manicured hand on the air.

I can't help but steal a glance at Elaina. Her expression is both angry and confused. Angry because she was stuck with a weak partner and Cato had chosen me over her. Confused because she probably didn't understand why Cato had chosen someone like me over a monster-sized tribute like her. I was beginning to question the same thing. There's something Cato isn't revealing, something that he won't let on to the rest of us. I can see it in his icy blue eyes. He knows something that the rest of us don't know, and I'm determined to find out.