I decide to head to dinner early to watch the reapings. I am super anxious to figure out if my tributes have any chance. Finnick, don't judge them right now. Wait until you see their skills, I tell myself.

I turn on the television and pick up with District 1. The first girl, Glimmer, is really pretty. She has long blond hair and blue eyes and I can already tell that she will have a ton of supporters in the Capitol. The boy, Marvel, doesn't seem to be the smartest fish in the sea, if you get what I mean. District 2's girl is Clove who seems smart and cunning. She is the first one on my watch list. The District 2 boy, Cato, is huge and seems ready to kill. Second one on my watch list.

I don't really pay attention to District 3 or 4. District 5's girl, I forget her name, it was something weird, looked like she already had a game plan ready from the moment she was reaped. I watch District 7's and wonder what Johanna is going to train them. District 11 has this huge guy, named Thresh, that I believe that if he was born in an upper district, he would be volunteering. He might have a better chance of winning, too. The poor girl, Rue, was only twelve. I've had to train a few twelve year olds, and it is very hard. You know they have no chance.

I am about ready to feel super sorry for the other twelve year old that was picked, when another girl comes bursting out of the mass of girls, screaming. I can barely make out her words until she calms down a bit.

"I volunteer as tribute!" She shouts. I feel a shock at first. People from the outer districts, NEVER volunteer. What is this? Does she really believe that she is that good? At least she saved the younger girl. It makes sense when she walks up to the podium and the escort asks her name.

"Katniss Everdeen." She says. She looks like she is trying not to cry, and to the average person they would believe it, but it doesn't fool me for a second. She saved her sister. I don't know how to explain what I feel. It is strange but I find myself coming back to the idea that this Katniss girl will have everything. I might have had a chance before, even against the two giant boys and smart girls. This girl will be the death of my tributes.

The boy, who almost goes by without a notice, is Peeta, like the bread. He seems strong too, but the way he looks at Katniss is different than he looks at the cameras. That leaves me with two options about how Peeta feels about Katniss. He either loves her, or hates her. I have seen pure hatred and looked it in the eye, and that is not it. It has to be love.

One time, a girl left her boyfriend behind to go into the arena. She couldn't snap out of it. She truly believed that they were in love and she would never be complete without him. People that don't have any hope from the start die within two seconds. I feel bad for them. Bringing anything with you into the arena – any ideas or hopes or dreams about life – is terrible. Those are the people that lose.

I flip off the television. I should introduce myself to the new tributes, but I don't want too. I don't want to watch the reapings again or eat an awkward dinner. I don't want to eat dinner at all, actually. I force myself to sit down at the table with Mags, Tabia, Kanani, and Paul. I slowly pick at my serving of pasta, glancing up at Kanani and Paul every once in a while. Neither of them says anything. Finally Tabia, being Tabia, strikes up a conversation.

"Hello, Kanani. Why don't you tell us a little bit about yourself?" Tabia asks.

"Well, okay. Um, my dad's a fisherman and my mom used to make clothing. I had a little brother, but he died drowning. I guess you could say I live in the richer part, with my dog, Star. I have been training for a couple of years, but I really don't like it. That's why I volunteered, so I don't have to go through that torture again." She explains. I feel upset that she left when she wasn't supposed too.

"Wonderful! Paul, what about you?" Tabia asks. There is a couple minutes of silence, before Tabia asks again.

"Come on, speak up! We would love to know about you. What is home like?" She prompts Paul. I give Mags a look because something is wrong with that kid. I've had a bad feeling about him ever since he tripped up the stairs.

"Paul is deaf. He can't hear you." Kanani speaks up. Tabia looks at me with worry. We haven't really had any experience with disabled kids.

"So, he can't hear?" Tabia clarifies.

"That's what deaf means." I answer. The table gets more awkward than it was before. I realize that it will be hard to train him, to help him get sponsors. He won't be able to hear commands from Cato or hear others approaching him in the woods. You don't want too not be able to hear.

I am the first to leave the table. I clean off my plate and hand it to the Avox. I leave the door and just a few seconds later, I hear footsteps behind me. It's Kanani.

"You will train us, right? Because I really don't think we have an edge." She asks me. I turn around and look at her. This might just be my toughest challenge as a mentor yet.

"Being truthful, we don't have an edge. But, I'm going to get you one. You don't even have to train. Just trust me. Are you okay with lying?" I ask her. If a light bulb was above her head, I'm pretty sure it would light up.

"Will it help me win?" She questions me back.

"Of course."

"What do I have to do?"