I didn't talk with Haymitch the rest of the day. He seemed to stay in a stoic silence only answering any questions with a yes or no. I was still kind of confused about why he had such such sudden change in behavior. Although, I figured it had something to do with his family. The real question was what exactly about his family made him feel so bad? I doubted I would ever actually find out.

That afternoon we had our one on one individual training with Bronx. We sat across from each other in two light green arm chairs thet were very comfortable. He was trying to shape my personality at the moment so that it would appeal to the capital. So far he was going with a sexy but deadly theme that I kind of agreed with since I certainly wasn't the witty chick, nor terrifying like that girl from District 2, or a sly fox. But that doesn't mean it was easy, I only had a handful of real friends in district 12 that actually liked me. How was I supposed to get thousands of crazy Capitol to like me?

" The main thing here is that you have to get people to be intrigued by you. Like I said before, your sponsors can be the difference between life and death" Bronx explained again with a soft smile. I sighed " But I don't relate to these people at all" I responded crossing my arms over my chest. It was true, I came from little money and hard work. These people were born with silver spoons in their mouths. " I mean do they really just care if my face is pretty?" I added inquisitively. Bronx nodded raising his blue eyebrows as if it was obvious " These people are shallower than a puddle, they like watch kids die for entertainment. So you have to appeal to them" Bronx suggested making me groan into my hands.

" So just act like some dumb bubble headed blonde and I should be in like flint huh?" I asked looking up at him from where my hands held my face. " Exactly, act like you are actually happy to be here. It ain't easy but it worked for me" Bronx explained further. I didn't really want to have to act like someone I wasn't but for the sake of my family, I would.

" Bronx? Do you really think the alliances are that good of an idea" I asked. I had been contemplating about them almost all day. My Father's word that I shouldn't trust anyone kept running through my mind and I knew he had a point because betrayal was possible to follow during an alliance.

Bronx rubbed his neatly trimmed beard in thought. " Well its certainly has its disadvantages and it's advantages. With a partner you can gather more food, keep watch on each other, and fight better in numbers. But all alliances are of course short lived for one of two reasons. Either one of the people in the alliance, die or you and your partner are the only ones left" Bronx explained and took a sip of a blue liquid from a wine glass sitting next to him.

" Who do you want to start and alliance with?" Bronx asked curiously. " I was thinking about Haymitch but he is just as solitary as I normally am" I answered him. I would have added that he didn't seem happy with me at the moment but decided against it. " Well I think you two would make a good team but what about the rest of the tributes? What about Bane and Daisy?" Bronx wondered. I took a moment to reply as I thought about it. Of course I wasn't really going to trust anyone, no one from the outside Districts attracted me in any way.

" Uh not to be rude but Daisy is pretty weak and feeble, I don't think she will make it past the first few days and same goes for Bane. The career tributes all seem like arrogant jerks, no offense. And no one else has really caught my eye" I explained blatantly with a shrug. Bronx nodded in understanding " Well if you fly solo you will need weapons. The Cornucopia bloodbath isn't the best way to do it though" Bronx advised further. We continued talking for about another 30 minutes before I left for my room. Our conversation drifted more to what I would do during the individual sissies with the game makers. I already had a plan for that.

The next day during training was fairly boring and went similar to the day before. I decided I would show off my knife throwing skills tomorrow since it was the last day of training before we would have our individual rankings from the Game makers.

I started off at the knot tying station that was expectantly vacant and practiced several knots I already knew and even learned a few new ones. I even found a more efficient snare that would work better than the ones I used back in 12. Then I went to the shelter station and got some good tips on how to sleep in a tree and not fall out. The last thing I did was go to the sparring mats to get some fighting practice. I knew how to take care of business in a fight but it

There were a handful of careers there too. One of them was that hulk girl Michelle, the quick looking brunette boy who had spike up hair, and the other girl from two who had light auburn hair and a strange nose. Michelle glared at me viciously as did the Auburned haired girl but the boy looked almost curious.

I stepped onto the large black mat where a tall trainer with closely cropped blonde hair stood l across from me. He explained to me that I basically just had to attack him and try to stay on my feet. He wasn't really supposed to fight but but morally evade my hits since it was illegal to hurt a tribute before the games. I got in a fighting stance before I charged at him. He sidestepped me at the last possible second but I managed to react and caught the side of his ankle with my heel, tripping him up. It didn't really make him fall it gave me a second ahead of him where I took my elbow and rammed it into his jaw. He grunted on impact but regained himself quickly, shoving me off of him.

I landed on my feet and ran back at him going for a punch on his face but he deflected it with ease and shoved me away. He smirked " Come on 12" the trainer said more encouragingly rather than rudely. " Yeah come on 12, maybe you won't lose so badly" the grotesque voice of Michelle sneered. I felt a prickle of anger and this time when I charged at the trainer and he reacted to late.

I took him to the ground with livid force and pinned him down in a half Nelson. He struggled as I strained to hold a grip on the larger man. He grunted as I tightened the hold and tapped on the mat in submission. I grinned softly as I let him go and stood up triumphantly. I gave a hand to help up the trainer who smiled "Good job" He said and pat me on the back and I thank him before I exited the sparring mat.