Cherry Fairbrooks (D11 F 16)

I have finally decided to find myself some allies. Since Piper is more of a independent kind of person, so she didn't have any allies, and recommended I do the same. But, I can't help it; I'm a social person, and I really want to find some allies. So, Piper agreed to help me in my quest to find some allies. I've decided on asking Nylah, the girl from District Six, and Mapelle, from District Seven. Nylah looks like a very strong person, and she's a year older than me. Mapelle is two years younger than me, but she's pretty, which will get us sponsor points. Also, she's pretty good at the agility and ropes courses. I'm hoping both of them will accept, because together, I think we could be a pretty great alliance.

Currently, I'm standing in the training room, waiting to begin. I got here really early, so the only other ones here are the girls from Districts Two, Five, and Ten, and the boy from District Five. Over the next fifteen minutes, the other tributes filter in. At last, the head trainer gives us the same speech he did yesterday, and lets us free.

Nylah is nearest to me, so I decide to ask her first. "Hi," I say. "My name's Cherry."

"Nylah," she says. "What's up?"

"Do you want to be allies?" I ask. "I've seen you train, and you're very talented. I think we'd make good allies. I've been working on lots of survival stations, so I think your athletic skills and my survival skills would work well together. We could make it pretty far."

I give her a second to think about it. Finally, she says, "Okay. We can be allies."

"Awesome!" I say. "And if it's okay with you, there's another girl I'd like to add to the alliance."

"Who?" Nylah asks.

"Mapelle," I reply. "From District Seven."

Nylah frowns. "Why her?"

"She's really good with the agility and ropes course," I say. "Plus, she has a pretty face. That can get us sponsors in the arena."

Nylah thinks it over, and then looks over at the agility course. I notice Mapelle is in line. How about we watch her for an hour or two?" Nylah says. "That way, we can make sure she'll be a good ally."

This wasn't quite how I wanted to form the alliance, but I guess it'll work. We're missing valuable training time, but I really can prove to Nylah that Mapelle is worth allying with. "Sounds good," I say. "Let's walk closer so that we can see her better."

Glint Sulf (D1 M 18)

I'm not very impressed by the other careers. Alexandrite isn't very talented with weapons, but she is pretty hot. For how tall he is, Mason should be stronger, but he's only average. Jessie just annoys me. She's only fourteen! I don't know why I agreed to let her train with us. It's a good thing she'll be ousted from the alliance tomorrow. She'll never get a ten. Marina isn't very talented either, but just like Alexandrite, she's not too bad looking. Sheldon knows his stuff, but he's still nothing amazing.

Currently, we're working at the spear station. It's one of mine and Mason's best weapons, so I've been trying super hard to do better than him. I know I'm better than him, but Mason doesn't seem to know that yet. "Hey, Mason," I say. "I challenge you to a spear throwing competition."

"Sounds good," Mason says, smiling.

We stand next to each other in front of two targets,five spears on the floor next to each of us. We'll retrieve our spears once we've thrown them all, so that we can each throw ten. I take first shot, and sink my spear into the bullseye. Mason does the same. During the second round, we both hit bullseyes again. However, during the third round, Mason throws the spear a few inches above the target. I pull ahead, and continue my lead until the sixth round, when I miss. We're tied again; five to five. We both hit our seventh, eighth and ninth shot. Mason goes first when we get to the tenth round. I try to distract Mason by coughing loud when he shoots, but it doesn't work. He sinks the spear into the bullseye. I step up, and focus my eyes on the target. However, right as I shoot, someone sneezes, and I miss the shot. I turn around and glare at my allies. "Who sneezed?" I shout at them. "Was it you, Mason?"

"Nope," he says, shaking his head. "It was her." He points to his left, where the District Twelve tributes are standing.

I run up to the girl, and grab the collar of her shirt. "You're dead," I say in a deathly whisper. I spit in her face, and release her. She scampers off to her district partner, who comforts her. I give them both the death stare, and turn back to my own allies. "I get a re-shot!" I shout. "That was no fair!"

Mason smirks. "You coughed when I shot my spear. Do you classify that as fair?"

I'm so mad that I can't think up a rude comeback. So, I turn around, and walk over to the weight lifting station. Throwing weights around should let me get rid of some of my anger.

Misty Danielson (D12 F 13)

"Need another tissue?" Cobalt asks.

I take a deep breath, and wipe my eyes. "Nope. I'm good. I just need a few minutes until we start training again."

Cobalt and I are currently sitting on a bench in the corner of the training room. That boy from District One really frightened me. He'll be in my nightmares tonight. I didn't even mean to sneeze when he threw his spear. It was an accident. He didn't have to grab me by the neck and spit in my face! I would report him to one of the Peacekeepers and Gamemakers, but I'm too afraid he'd find out. Then, I'd really be dead.

I sit on the bench for at least five more minutes, willing myself to keep the tears away. I know my eyes are probably bright red right now. "I'm going to take a quick trip to the bathroom," I say to Cobalt. Sure enough, looking in the mirror, I discover I was right. I cried for less than three minutes, but it looks like I cried for hours. I thought I was tougher than this.

Finally, I decide to head back out. I can't let that boy's words go to my head, or I really will be dead. I need to train, to prove to that boy that I can survive in the Games. Cobalt is standing right outside the door. "You ready to go?" he asks, looking concerned. I just nod.

Mapelle Green (D7 F 14)

I look down from the climbing wall to spot the girls from Districts Six and Eleven staring at me again. Why to they keep doing that? They've been stalking me all morning. I sigh, and begin to climb down the wall. This has gotten out of hand, so I need to speak to them. I'm not usually one to speak out, but they've bothered me way too much.

Once I reach the bottom, I jog over to the girls. "Why have you guys been watching me all day?" I ask. "Can you please stop? It's a bit annoying."

The District Eleven girl replies, "I'm sorry if we were a bit annoying, but we've been watching you because I want to be your ally. However, Nylah here didn't believe how talented you are, so I decided to show her."

"And now I've realized that Cherry was right. You really are worth allying with," the girl who must be Nylah says. "So, will you be our ally?"

I think this over for a few seconds. They really did annoy me by following me around all morning. But now I realize that it was all for the best. Plus, two allies is better than I could have bargained for, and both of them are older than me. I would have been happy with one ally who's my age. "Yeah, I guess I'll be your ally," I say.

Cherry's eyes light up. "Awesome! Now let's go train together!"

Swirl Winters (D10 F 13)

I'm kind of bummed that I haven't found an ally yet. Right now, it doesn't look like I will. There's a lot of older tributes this year. They won't want a little thirteen year old girl allying with them, even if I have trained with weapons before, back in the rebel assassin group in District Ten. I was thinking of asking the District Seven girl, but it's too late now. She's just found allies, and has been training with them for the past half hour. Honestly, I think the only ones who would agree to ally with me now are the boys from Districts Six and Nine. I've been debating whether to ask them if I can join their alliance. I've sort of decided against it. In an alliance, I want someone who can watch my back, and neither of them have displayed any weapons skills. I just wouldn't feel safe with one of them keeping watch at night while I sleep. Although, the alternative is being by myself with no watch, which isn't much better.

I have been working a lot with throwing knives lately. I was pretty good with them back in District Ten. Now that I have time to train with them, and professional trainers to help me, I've gotten very good at them. I'm now super accurate. This will certainly help my training score, and will help me in the Games. Since I won't be aiming to kill, I'll be able to hit tributes in the arm or leg, so that I'll have time to run away before they start coming after me. I think, despite not having allies and being young, I'll do alright in the Games. Maybe I'll even have a shot at victory.

Harvest Anson (D9 F 18)

Osborn and I shove the spears back into the crate. The head trainer just called for lunch. We walk over to the lunch room, fill our trays, and sit down. The careers aren't here yet, so it's very quiet. They're obviously too stubborn to put their weapons down for something as simple and common as food. Three minutes later, they saunter in, laughing their heads off. They annoy me so much. They're honestly the only ones I'd be fine with killing in the arena. They're all too cocky, stupid, annoying, and heartless for their own good. I hate them.

Sitting down at a table, one voice stands out above all the rest. It belongs to the boy from District One. "Look at all these weak tributes," he says, scanning the room. "None of them stand a chance this year. I bet they'll all break down and cry as soon as we enter the arena."

Unknowingly, I begin to rise from my chair. "Don't," Osborn whispers. "They're not worth it."

"These kids' parents are all going to be so sad when their kids choke it. I bet they'll cry even more than their child did."

I clench my fists. "You're so funny, Glint!" The girl from District One shrieks in a high-pitched voice. Looking pleased with himself, Glint continues.

"We may even set a record this year," he says. "I don't think all of the careers have ever made it to the final six before. Maybe if that happens, they'll make a new rule that all of the careers can win! I mean, they love us so much more than the trash from the lower districts."

I can't take it anymore. I stand up, push Osborn aside, and storm over towards the career table. "Shut up!" I shout. "Just shut up!"

Glint stands up from his seat, and walks over to me. He positions himself in front of me so that we're face to face. I'm sorry to see that he's at least three inches taller than me. "Listen here, little girl," he begins.

"I'm eighteen," I say.

"Whatever. I don't care how old you are. But what I do care about is how dead you are in the arena. Didn't your mommy tell you not to tell people to shut up? You're being a bad girl." All of the careers burst into laughter.

"Just stop being such a jerk," I say.

The boy smirks. "No. I don't think I will. Now go sit back in your seat like a good girl. Oh, and just so you know, you're number one on my kill list."

I roll my eyes and walk back to my seat. "You shouldn't have done that," he says.

"I know," I say. I look around the room. Most of the tributes are staring at either me or Glint, a scared look on their face. I don't understand why everyone acts so scared around the careers. Yes, they're intimidating, but if you want to win the Hunger Games, you have to be confident.

Jarvis Scholl (D3 M 18)

Lunch ends, and we're shepherded back into the training room. I have to admit, there was some good entertainment today, between the District Nine girl and the career. She really has guts; standing up in front of him like that. However, she's now their number one target.

I walk over to the climbing wall. I've been trying to improve both my survival skills and physical skills during training. I'm not particularly athletic, but I am eighteen and sort of tall. If I can get a little bit of muscle, overall, I can be around average. That's my goal for the rest of training. I want to be able to survive in the wilderness, but also to either run or fight. Right now, I'm leaning towards running. My weapons skills are pretty bad.

I begin to climb up the wall. Already, I notice I'm doing it faster than I did yesterday. One of the trainers showed me some climbing techniques earlier, and I'm already seeing results. I easily pass the District One girl, who is laughing hard at some joke her district partner told her; not focused at climbing at all. It's pathetic how dimwitted the careers, especially her, are. Maybe, if I put my mind to good use, I can outsmart them.

Eridan Keating (D5 M 16)

I've discovered that Rory is a pretty great ally. However, we don't have much in common except for our age. Rory is pretty shy and reserved. I'm much more outgoing. Rory comes from a fairly rich family, while I was an orphan. Rory is shorter than me, and more muscular than I am. He's also pretty talented with an axe. I'm about three inches taller than him, and much skinnier. Because of my lack of muscle and weapons skills, I'll be counting on my brain more in the Games. Even though we're very different, I think those differences will actually help us out in the arena. We'll be better at a wider variety of things, so we'll have a better chance of survival.

Right now, Rory is trying to teach me a few things about ax throwing. In return, I'm going to teach him some survival skills tomorrow. Before we became allies, I worked a lot with them. Also, living as an orphan for many years taught me a lot. I know how to survive with almost nothing.

I'm not too good at ax throwing, but I am better than I was an hour ago. Hopefully, by the end of today, I'll hit the bullseye at least once. I stand back, and take a throw. The ax hits the ground before it reaches the target, and skids towards the wall. Or, maybe I won't hit it today. "Nice try," Rory says. "Try aiming a little higher next time." I retrieve my ax, hoping that aiming higher will preform some sort of miracle.

Peter Grane (D9 M 13)

I spot the District Ten girl again. She's tying knots alone at one of the stations. I feel bad for the girl. She's thirteen, my age, and she doesn't have any allies. I've really wanted to ask her to ally with Peyton and I, but Peyton doesn't really want more than one ally. "Can we please ask her?" I say.

Peyton sighs. "I'm sorry, but I don't want to."

"Please? How would you feel if you were alone, afraid, and didn't have an ally to trust in? We have to ask her. Besides, we don't even know if she'll say yes. I'd just feel better asking her."

Peyton closes his eyes. "Fine," he says. "Have at it."

"Thanks," I say, and jog over to the girl. "Hi," I say to her. "My name's Peter."

The girl looks up. "I'm Swirl."

"Hi, Swirl," I say. "My ally, Peyton, and I noticed you didn't have any allies. We were wondering if you'd like to join us?"

Swirl bites her lip. It looks like she's weighing the options in her mind. Finally, she says, "Fine. Yes; I'll join your alliance."

"Excellent," I say. "Let's go introduce you to Peyton."

Mason Riley (D2 M 18)

Today has been a pretty interesting day. We've worked on everything today; the climbing wall, the ropes course, the agility course, weapons; everything. Plus, we had the whole showdown at lunch between Glint and the District Nine girl. That was really interesting. I expect Glint will be looking out for her during the Games.

I look at the clock. There's only five minutes of training left. I'm kind of happy that training is almost over. I have to rest up for tomorrow. In the morning, we have training, just like normal. In the afternoon, though, we line up for our individual sessions. I really want to get a high score for a couple of reasons. First of all, I want to get lots of sponsor points. Secondly, I want to invoke a little bit of fear in the other tributes, so they know they shouldn't mess with me. Finally, I want to beat Glint. I want to tone down his cockiness, and make him see that he's not the only one who's capable of winning the Hunger Games.

At last, the head trainer speaks up. "Training is now over," he says. "Report here tomorrow morning, same time. After lunch, your private training sessions will take place. You are now dismissed."

Since all of the tributes have been at least mentioned, I've finally created the ally list:

Alexandrite/Glint/Jessie/Mason/Marina/Sheldon

Nylah/Mapelle/Cherry

Peyton/Peter/Swirl

Eridan/Rory

Aria/Lukas

Harvest/Osborn

Misty/Cobalt

Jennette

Jarvis

Tadalynn

Ryland

School is honestly so annoying right now. The weekends are really the only times I can write anymore, because I have two and a half hours of soccer after school, plus an hour or two of homework every day. I hope everyone understands that I'm devoting the majority of my free time to fanfiction.

On a happier note, the next chapter won't be as long as this one, so it should be up quicker. Since the third day of training is only a half day, there's only going to be five POVs. If your tribute hasn't gotten a POV yet, they will during the next chapter.

Thanks for reading! :-)