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I woke up disoriented. Shaking myself, I rolled out of bed to see that someone had laid a pair of tight-fitting black jeans and a loose red shirt with subtle ruffles near the neckline on the floor. A pair of black combat boots was next to the outfit.

I scowled at the outfit. I mean, there was like, no style! Then I remembered that, as I was falling asleep, Octavia had told me that she would put my training outfit in my room for me. I sighed, changed, and then walked to the diner.

When I got there, I found that Octavia and Beetee were already up. I smiled at them, then sat down in a chair.

My companions sat down as well, and the food appeared.

-o-O-o-

When we were done, Octavia told me she would walk me down to the Training Room. I nodded in agreement.

We stepped into the elevator, and were down to the basement in seconds. As I stepped out, two people jumped out and hugged me.

"Sheeshey! Uniqua!" I yelped.

"Yeeeess?" they both asked, dragging out the word.

I groaned; smiling at them.

Someone pinned the number 13 on my back, and I went over to join the crowd. We all huddled around a girl.

"Hello!" she said brightly. "My name is Delly. Before we do training, I would like you to line up in number order and say your names, so that you all know each other."

I glanced at Sheehsey and Uniqua. This didn't seem very fun.

"Okay everyone, line up!" Delly said, smiling at all of us. We all shuffled, looking at each other's backs to help us.

Finally, we were in line. Delly called, "Number one, start!"

Number one started. "Johnny Pepeni."

Number two went. "Liscren Simmsion."

Number three. "David Lezcart."

Number four. "Ellie Garcia."

Number five. "Seemoi Henishin."

Number Six. "Jamison O'ticana"

Seven. "Ictiarcarcus "Ithy" Frein"

Eight. "Hershen Grellion."

Nine. "Timothy Yackimotus."

Ten. "Fenton Lincompop."

Eleven. "Kenith Karthien."

It was Sheeshey's turn. "Sheeshey Garlenia."

It was my turn! "Katrina Snow."

Everyone stopped to stare at me. "The President's granddaughter?" someone asked.

Finally, Uniqua said, "Uniqua Jade."

Fourteen goes. "Lilian Yhana."

Fifteen. "Denivon Jeliesion."

Sixteen. "Annie Jenson."

Seventeen. "Ashley Ellis."

Eighteen. "Garathan Katomola."

Nineteen. "Jillian Illiarnia."

Twenty. "Ulicamata Tanverien."

Twenty-one. "Laquincy Fluttadoian."

Twenty-two. "Ranshid Wencomskey."

Twenty-three. "Kara Jorganstien."

Twenty-four. "Rachel Otter."

Twenty-five. "Vivian Powdonceon."

-o-O-o-

I sighed in relief when Delly told us we could start training - she had told us the stations, and then went on about a million other things! I hope I'm not like her when I'm her age.

"Where do you want to go first?" Sheeshey asked. It was our unspoken agreement to be allies.

"We could split up and cover more stations, meet at lunch, then do it again in the afternoon," I suggested. My friends nodded.

"I'll go to weapons; I studied with Grandpa," I said.

"I'll go to agility." Sheeshey said. We nodded, she was the fastest of all of us.

"I guess I'll go to survival stations," Uniqua said. We all nodded, then split up.

-o-O-o-

"Hey," I said to a girl who was at the throwing knives. She had shoulder length blonde hair, but the bottoms were red. Her eyes were blue, and she talked with a District One accent.

"What do you want?" she asked, quite rudely. She whipped a knife at the dummy, and it hit the inner ring. A kill shot.

"Well, there's a reason I'm here," I said. "I'm going in the games too, you know."

Just then, a girl who looked almost exactly like the girl I was talking to walked up. "Hey, Ashley," she said.

The girl, who I assumed was Ashley, flipped her hair, turned, and said, "Sorry, I don't hang out with cowards. ome on, Annie."

-o-O-o-

I whipped another knife at the dummy. "That's 'Ashley'," I said. I threw another. "Katniss."

I threw one more. "The games," I muttered, then walked off to practice another weapon.

In a daze, I walked to the sword-fighting station. When I looked up, I saw the girls I saw earlier.

Ashley was sword fighting with a beginner sword fighter - I could tell because he had a purple arm band. Annie, on the other hand, was fighting the best there was - she had a yellow arm band.

Without a word, I got a sword, trying it out. I shook my head almost immediately. It wasn't pretty enough. I grabbed a better one, and I smiled as I called out a medium trainer.

-o-O-o-

I had beaten the trainer in ten minutes.

"I can do better than that." I turned and saw Annie leaning on the wall.

"Care to spar?" she asked with a smirk on her face.

"Is it allowed?" I asked, looking at the trainer. He nodded. I grinned and held my sword out, in a defensive position.

Annie grinned as well, keeping her sword loose at her side. I raised my eyebrows at her; she was leaving herself undefended. I lunged, and Annie's sword came up faster than I could put on mascara. She caught my hilt with her own, twisting the sword out of my grip.

I hung on, and backed up. I examined her, then charged again. This time, though, I dived for her legs. She yelped, jumping back in surprise. I continued to press her. She smirked. "So you think you can win?" she asked. I nodded silently, and reached to my side; there was a rack of swords I had picked out while I was backing up. Annie smiled as I grabbed another sword.

I used my two swords to grab Annie's sword, around the hilt. It clattered to the floor. I smirked at her, and she smirked back, pulling out two swords from her back. She caught both my swords on the inside; she twisted them, making the swords clatter to the ground. I reached for the rack, but Annie gently touch the flat of her blade to my hand, making my hand drop.

She smiled, glancing back to Ashley. She was clapping. "The coward always loses," she whispered, before walking away with her friend. I scowled at them as the bell rang for lunch.

Ohhhhh... looks like Katrina has some new enemies! Ha. Ha. Ha. Ha.

Next chapter might be longer; I'll try to start covering training days in single chapters.

May the odds be ever in your favor!