Oliver Dange's P.O.V. (D6)

I take a seat in front of the huge TV screen in our hotel room. My district partner, Chance Brenner, sits beside me.

I don't really care what I get for my training score. It's not like it's that important anyways. I'm obviously going to get something low though. I only built a fire and climbed a couple rock-walls. Nothing that interested the Gamemakers. I don't think they even watched me.

I'll probably just die right at the beginning of the Games. The thought almost brings tears to my eyes, but it's true. I'm not cut out for this.

The interviews with Julius Flickerman are tomorrow, and after that...the Games. I almost can't stand the pressure of it all.

Obviously nobody else thinks I'm going to make it far either, since nobody asked me to be in an alliance. I'm going into the arena alone.

Maybe I can ask Eric Polt to be my ally. He hasn't been asked either, but he probably wouldn't want me to be his ally either. It's hopeless.

"Hello, ladies and gentlemen! I'm Julius Flickerman, and here are the tribute's training scores!" Julius says, holding up a sheet of paper in his hand, "Now, we'll start with District One and work our way up from there!"

Chance sits back on the couch, getting himself comfortable. I try to do the same, but I've never been able to make myself comfortable since the Reapings.

"Damon Keaton, District One, with a score of...8!"

That's a little strange to me. I expected at least a ten from him.

"Bryce Landon, District One, with a score of...9!"

Not too bad, but I still expected more from District One. I wonder if Damon is mad that Bryce got a higher score. Some tributes are really touchy about the scores they get.

"Liam Fledger, District Two, with a score of...10!"

District Two, that's where the peacekeepers are trained in a special academy. Apparently, most of the tributes from District Two go to the academy. It's really unfair, because then they are basically training for the Games, which is illegal in the rest if the districts. I've heard that some people do it anyways though.

"Brendan Hankson, District Two, with a score of...9!"

Well, I guess we know who the better fighter is out of those two. I heard that they are best friends, and they used to train together.

"Blake Richard, District Three, with a score of...7!"

Not bad. He's only fourteen, so that's a pretty good score for him. I wonder what he did.

"Jackson Toures, District Three, with a score of...3!"

Ooh. Too bad for him. I mean, he's twelve, and looks like a total wimp, but he'll probably do better than me.

"Tai Hosman, District Four, with a score of...10!"

Wow. No wonder the Careers asked him to join. He's got to be really good if he got a higher score than three of the other Careers.

"Brad Barlin, District Four, with a score of...6!"

Hmmm. I don't know about him. I don't think his alliance will make it too far. They're all the youngest tributes.

"Vance Blue, District Five, with a score of...8! Right up there with his twin sister!"

At this point, I'm starting to get nervous. District Six is next, my district.

"Eric Polt, District Five, with a score of...7!"

Here it comes. Even Chance is moving forward in his seat now, eager to see his score.

"Chance Brenner, District Six, with a score of...7!"

"Yes! That's good enough for me!" Chance shouts happily.

"Oliver Dange, District Six, with a score of...4!"

"Yay," I say in an unsatisfied voice.

"Oh come on! It's better than Jackson's score!" Chance try's to cheer me up, but it'll do no good when I'm in the arena.

Conner Polister's P.O.V. (D7)

I lean forward in my seat. Mason does the same beside me. He probably doesn't have much to worry about. I'm certain he'll get a good score. He's amazing with those axes.

"Mason Paits, District Seven, with a score of...10!"

Mason jumps from his seat, shouting happily. I give him a high-five as he returns to his seat.

"Conner Polister, District Seven, with a score of...5!"

I let out a sigh of disappointment. Mason gives me a hard slap on the back.

"Don't worry, mate, it's not all about the scores."

I force a small smile over my face as my thanks for him trying to lift my spirits. He would be a really great ally for the Games. Too bad he's already in an alliance. Plus my alliance wouldn't make it very far without me to help them out.

"Anthony Wight, District Eight, with a score of...9!"

Anthony is a tall, tough-looking guy, also now with a great training score. I wonder why the Careers didn't bother to ask him to join.

"Jimmy Jenkin, District Eight, with a score of...7!"

Good for him. That's a nice score.

"Nathan Brooke, District Nine, with a score of...8!"

Wow. People are really getting a lot of higher scores. I assume that would be because there are so many volunteers. Not that Nathan is a volunteer.

"Don Jandin, District Nine, with a score of...10!"

I'm not surprised for him. I mean, the guy is huge! The worst thing is, I think he has teamed up with what I believe is the strongest alliance of this Games. They are even stronger than the Careers.

"James Oxford, District Ten, with a score of...7!"

I've seen him with his whip in training. He's pretty good.

"Kiel Raxer, District Ten, with a score of...2!"

Woah! I think that's the lowest score yet. I feel bad for him.

"Jarus Palmer, District Eleven, with a score of...11!"

He's definitely someone everyone needs to look out for. That high score will probably bring him trouble though. A lot of the time, the Careers target the people with the higher scores and skills.

"Luke Wiley, District Eleven, with a score of...6!"

I almost envy him for getting a score higher than my own. But then again, what difference would it make? If I had a six, then I would probably be envying someone who got a seven.

"Jason Wolfe, District Twelve, with a score of...7!"

I think he's the one I saw training with spears a few days ago. He really impressed me with how far he can throw those things.

"And finally, Dean Willow, District Twelve, with a score of...9!"

I stretch out my legs and stand up as Julius congratulates the tributes and stuff.

I walk to my room and lay down on the bed, thoughts of how the Games will possibly be like, running through my head.