Hi guys! Ready for chapter 2? I hope so! This chapter IS short, but please bare with me. The rest of the chapters will be longer. I promise 3

there is no chariot ride, and there is so interviews, these kids are already in the capitol. Both of them are unnecessary. Read the rest of the chapter for more details! See you guys in the Cornucopia C:

Chapter 2

Training

After about an hour Coriander came in, another person knocked on the door and I opened it. A girl stood before me, roughly about 20 years of age with light brown hair. She didn't say anything, but motioned for Coriander and I to follow. Coriander, being a curious child, began to ask many questions, including asking why she hadn't been speaking. She shook her head and continued walking. I had a feeling I knew who, well, what she was. She was an avox.

"Coriander, leave her alone and just walk," I whispered to him. He shrugged and walked for a bit until we reached another room. She ushered us inside, and off she went. I looked around inside and saw many stations for survival. Were we already in training? I decided to get a better look at all the different types of weapons, while Coriander went off to study plants and food.

"You know, they're not putting us on display like everyone else in the past," Said Cedar, walking up next to me.

"They're not? How come?" I answered.

"The rebels figured we were known enough. We don't need any special interviews. They're filming us now to see who's better at training. Later they'll score us individually and tomorrow we're gonna get launched into the arena."

Only one day to train. That's just brutal. Then again, I'd rather get this over with. Maybe my death will be quick and painless. I looked around and caught my eye on a hidden camera and pretended to look at some ranged weapons. I picked up a simple sling shot and practiced hitting some targets with a couple of sharp rocks. Hit the target every time. I guess that could be good to use in the arena I suppose.

The individual training came fast as we waited in the hallway to be called in. We each had 10 minutes to show the judges something extraordinary, hereby judging from that. The higher the score we get, the better. I'm hoping I can get something high enough so I can at least get a sponsor when I need it. Or for Coriander. While we're waiting, we get introduced to our mentors. 1 mentor for every 2 children. Of course since I'm with Cedar, we get 1 mentor. Our mentor just so happens to be someone I was not expecting.

"I'm going to assume you know me by the look on your face. But if you don't, I'm Katniss Everdeen."

Damn, no. I don't want her as my mentor. I guess I have no choice though. I stay silent, even though Cedar looks more then pleased. I take in a deep breath and relax. Fine, my mentor is Katniss Everdeen. It's not a big deal, she was in the same position as me trying to make a difference. I've seen her play on the 74th annual hunger games, and the third quarter quell, surviving both times. Maybe she can get us some Sponsors if we're lucky.

"I have about 2 hours with you before you guys go back to training." She told us.

"Fine," I replied plainly.

For about an hour or so Cedar and Katniss were talking over something I don't remember. Took a couple of shakes on my shoulder to get me to pay attention again.

"Lyex, are you even listening to this?" Cedar asked.

I nodded, obviously lying. Just about the rest of the time I spaced out again until Katniss finally started talking about advice to us. I started thinking about a strategy I could use in that arena. I could always run with nothing but the clothes on my back, but what if there wasn't any water or food in range? I could easily die that quickly. I wish I knew how to hunt. We are capitol kids, we are defenseless. I had a feeling this was either going to be the longest hunger games, or the shortest.

I climbed onto the roof that night, staring up at the glistering moon. I didn't want to be around anyone, or anything. All I wanted was to slip into darkness, away from everything I know. By daybreak, I will be in that arena fighting for my life. If I die, my parents will be left with two kids, if all three of us do, they have nothing to live for anymore. We'll just be one big happy family in heaven, if there is a heaven. Was their a heaven where all fallen tributes went to? Could they say their apologizes for killing one another? God, I just hope President Snow and President Coin aren't there. Right now everything seems as a loose loose situation. If I survive, I will be an only child. If I don't, I loose my life, and everyone I know.

I pulled my knees up to my chest and buried my head into them. This was the closest thing to darkness I could get. I began to feel something wet on my cheek, and I realized I was beginning to cry. It's guaranteed that mostly all the other tributes are crying like I am.

I hate this world.