So this is the chapter of the private training sessions and the scores. Also, there hasn't been a Katniss POV for a while now, there will be one here but it won't be very long because it's hard to do the trainer. I hope you enjoy the chapter :)

Iris Hound D2

Today we have our private training sessions which I am really excited about. I have already shown the game-makers what I can do but this will be just to refresh me in their mind, for if their mind has wandered over to the other tributes when they should only be thinking about me; the future victor.

The District 1 tributes have already gone in and Yoko has just left.

I'm next.

Inside I'm actually a bit worried about it. What if they give me a low score? What if with the low score I'm not allowed into the career pack because I need to get into there. I'm the best fighter here but I don't have a cat in hells chance of winning if I don't get into there. I'm terrible at survival.

I brush the thought away. I can't afford to think like that. I have to do well.

It won't matter too much however if I don't do well. I already showed the gamemakers I'm good enough.

However the standard is so high this year. I really don't know at the moment.

Yoko has clearly just wowed the gamemakers as I hear a cheer from them. g

A robotic voice says my name and my district through a small speaker in the corner and it is now my turn.

I stand, tuck in my top, check my shoelaces are done up and walk to the door.

My heart is racing. I never ever thought I would be this nervous. But here I am, on the verge of collapsing.

I walk from the far side of the training room and stand in front of them.

"Iris Hound, District 2." I say loud and clear. They gesture for me to start and I go to the spear throwing station.

After about a minute of feeling the weight of it I lunge forward and throw it at the target. I get right on the bulls-eye. I smile and glance over at the game-makers. They're all watching. Good. I proceed to do a forward roll and throw the spear again, this time it severs a rope that is hanging from the ceiling on the other side of the room used for climbing.

I think I have shown I can use a spear so i go to the hand-to-hand area and pick up a sword. It's quite short and I grasp my fingers round it. I swing it around a bit to get the feel of it and now I'm ready. They haven't let any trainers be on the ground for this part because they know how deadly I am so there are only dummies. I battle with the dummies for about 10 minutes until I feel I have done enough.

They also think I have done enough and ask me to leave.

OK. I think i have done alright. Could've done a bit better on the hand-to-hand but I feel alright with my performance in there. I just hope I have done enough.

Connectus Jones D3

It's time to go in. The electronic voice has just said my name and it's time. Time to face the game-makers. But this time I'm alone.

I'm actually surprisingly calm and I'll just take it as it goes. I'll be fine.

I go over in my head what I'm going to do. Right, so the machetes over at the hand-to-hand combat are my priority. Then I'll go to the tree-climbing, after that I'll make a fire and then if I have time I'll show them my performance over at the berries section.

I walk up to their stand and call out my name, "Connectus Jones, District 3." They look a bit bored. But maybe they always look bored. I don't really know. Maybe Electron didn't do well. Maybe they just don't like District 3. Maybe that's why they look bored and won't like me.

Calm down Connectus I tell myself. My calm demeanour has gone away. My heart feels like it's about to beat out my chest and I can't think straight.

I go to the hand-to-hand area to make it look like I'm actually doing something.

As I walk, I slow down my breathing and try to steady my vision. When I get there I have calmed down and I'm ready to go. I slide the handle of the machete between my small nimble fingers and feel the weight of it. I swing it around a bit and fight with some dummies. I slice the head off 2 and stab away at some more. After a couple of minutes I feel I am done because I still have 3 more stations to get to.

I go to the tree climbing section and tell the instructor there I don't want a harness. I want to show them that I can do it without one. It's a lot harder than I remember. Maybe because there's no harness to hold me up. I get about 3 metres up and miss-step and fall down to the ground with a loud thud. It really hurts.

I better not try again. I glance over at them and they're not even looking at me. Damn! I've lost their focus. Now my score will be terrible! I can't give up though.

I go to the fire-making station and create quite a large fire in about 10 minutes and I'm very proud of myself.

I just get to the berries sessions when they call me over.

A tall one with a wacky hair style and beard says, "We have seen all we need Connectus, thank you very much."

I just hope I have shown them all they need. I hope me not doing to berries section was enough.

Danny Draddock D9

The District 8 tributes have gone in and it's my turn now.

My name is called through a speaker.

As I'm about to leave, Melissa, my district partner, catches my hand. I turn around.

"Good Luck," she says. She looks a bit sad for some reason. Maybe she thinks she doesn't have anything to show them. But she does, she's great.

"And may the odds be ever in your favour," I reply. This makes her laugh and she lets go of my hand.

I like her. I hope she likes me back.

I try to look confident in there. Strolling in like it's no big thing. It is a big thing. They're deciding my training score and if it's low then now sponsor will want me and I'm as good as dead.

I stand up straight in front of them. None of them are looking at me at all. They're all just talking and laughing and eating. Harriet said to get their attention I needed to say my name and district so here goes.

"Danny Draddock, District 9."

It came out as just a whisper and I have to cough and get myself to say it again.

"Danny Draddock, District 9."

"Ah yes, begin Danny" one of them says. Thank god they heard me this time. At the rate I was going I would just be standing there saying my name for 20 minutes!

I go over to the axe/knife-throwing section and throw a few axes and knives at the targets.

I get a one in the legs and a couple in the the thighs of the dummies.

Most of the game-makers have stopped looking at me and are chatting among themselves. A few are looking at me and encouraging me with their facial and hand gestures. I throw a knife and it lands straight in the chest which would be enough to kill somebody. I laugh and it is loud enough for the rest of the game-makers to turn back around.

Yes! I've attracted their much needed attention away from what ever fancy Capitol food that they're eating and back to me. Good.

I throw an axe at a weird angle and just as I'm about to dismiss it as a failure, it slices the head of the dummy right off.

A huge smile grows across my face. I'm doing better here than in the group training! That's really good. I need to be my best here.

After a few more throws, I feel it is enough.

I go to the berries section. I didn't do this in training but from foraging around the district during the night for some more food I know which ones to eat and which ones to not. I get 100% on it and I'm overjoyed.

"Thank you Danny, we have seen enough," the same one as before tells me.

I'm really pleased with myself and hope I get a good score.

Katniss Everdeen D12

Lea and Blake went to their private sessions earlier. I'm in the lounge with Thomas. We're watching over past games to get some more tips for them. We're slouched together quite close on the sofa because the heating broke in our part. We said it was OK and we didn't have to move to the Capitol attendants much to Effie's protests.

We're watching a past games and it's quite a boring one as they go. It was the 14th Hunger Games and they were showing the highlights on TV, there was nothing else to watch and Thomas and I feel it's time to bring another tribute home after 10 years of me teaching Thomas the tricks of the trade so to speak. I think the game-makers all got executed that year because it was so dull. It was in a jungle, just like the jungle for the 3rd Quarter Quell, that amazing clock arena.

For the 3rd Quarter Quell, anybody could go in, right from a mere 5 years old to the grand old age of 90. The reapings must have been rigged because Haymitch and I got stuck with an 8 year old and a 72 year old. Both died in the bloodbath of course. The winner was a 34 year old woman from District 5. She had killed 16 out of the 23 others in there, a still-standing record, including our 8 year old girl. She was so depressed about killing people that she killed herself after a couple of years. A lot of victors have done that. The Capitol made it look like a 'tragic accident' but everybody in the districts knows why she did it.

When we finish watching the games Blake comes in.

"How'd it go Blake?" Thomas asks.

"Hm, OK. I got 100% on the berries, scaled the tree quickly enough, my knife throwing wasn't really up to scratch but I was never any good at that anyway. I tied a few knots, threw some weights around and they told me they had seen enough."

"That's really good!" I exclaim. I know it's a ridiculously good year for tributes but I really think he's within a chance of getting a good score. He should get at least a 6.

Blake comes and sits with us and we continue watching this 15 year old girl from 8 called Rachel struggle through the arena. We don't get to the end because Lea runs in crying like there's no tomorrow but Rachel clearly wins.

Lea's training must have gone badly and I quietly creep into her room so not to disturb her.

She's on the bed in tears and I lie down next to her, on the silky smooth yellow duvet and stroke her hair.

"Sssh" I tell her, "Everything will be OK. I thought I did badly in training and I got an 11 Lea."

"Really?" she manages to break through the sobbing.

"Yes, really," and I smile.

She smiles back and laughs a little. "Well it didn't go too badly," her tears receding, "I fell off the tree and only got 2 arrows on the target but I got 100% on the berries and made a fire."

"That's good, that's good" I tell her.

It's not.

She'll get a 5 tops and you need at least a 7 to attract any attention from sponsors. I just dearly hope that Blake gets at least a 7.

So that's the end of this chapter! I hope you liked it. This was probably my favourite chapter to write. I loved it. I don't know why. I hope you liked it as much as I did writing it. Next we will have the training scores with reactions.