PRIVATE TRAINING SESSIONS

(Head Gamemaker will rank 1, 2, and 3.)

[Jemima Electra's POV

I sat with the other tributes thinking about everything my mentor told me I should do one thing stuck in my head was "give them something to remember...stand out from the crowd" how on earth will I do that without upsetting the gamemakers. Would they appreciate it if I were to show them something other than throwing some knives or completing an adult course in 34.57 seconds? What if I...no they would kill me off in an instant. Maybe it would be best if I just wing it, I mean what's the worst that could happen?! Ugh this is so confusing, will they just call my name already the suspense is killing me all I want to do is go in there give the gamemakers something to remember come out and get a high score is that really too much to ask, oh I think I know what I need to show the gamemakers..."Jemima Electra District 1" I stand up and walk confidently towards the training room. Everything from then on is a blur of throwing 7 knives ag a dummy perfect hits each time in under 20 seconds, to climbing up to the roof of the building using only my hands, feet and the dents in the walls. I think that went well

[Ben Dover's POV

"Ben Dover," My name was called so I got up and stumbled into the room. Despite me being from a career district, I have no skills whatsoever. I walked right in there and stared at what I was given for weapons. I picked up a bow, failed miserably at that, and chose another weapon. A spear really isn't my kind of thing. So I sat on the floor the rest of the time waiting to be dismissed. My face was red hot and I felt like a dumbass. No skills, so, I'll probably lose the Hunger Games.

[Keiko Jada's POV

"Keiko Jada?" My heart stopped as I heard my name. My district partner backed off finally. He insisted on making fun of me, and standing unbearably close. He was just a nuisance, if I could've I would've taken him out in the Training Session yesterday. But, rules are rules. I'll save it for the games. I got up from my red velvet cushion chair and made my way down the mahogany carpet hallway. Inside the room, many Gamemaker's sat up high in a balcony. I scowled at them; thinking they're so superior. Whatever. It's not like I can do anything about that. I set to work immediately; assessing my surroundings and what I've been left to work with. Not much, primitive materials. But I can do this. I grabbed a few knives and broke their handles. Then I secured the blades to my gloves carefully, so they wouldn't fall off.

I jumped backwards with a ridiculous warrior whoop, but hey, I'm here to impress. I sliced perfectly through one of the dummies, cutting him almost in half. I sliced a few more moving targets before taking off the knives and walking back to the station and picking my next death toy. I said I wasn't into the games much. But that doesn't mean I don't like the practice.

I took an electrified whip and broke it open then sat down criss-cross for the time of my life. Building weapons, you could say, is one of my hobbies. Back in the district, at the Training Academy they let me build weapons and even taught me a few things. And now, I got to show off those skills to these Gamemaker's. I checked up at them, they were watching me carefully and curiously. I smirked and continued my operations, concealing it from their view.

I took a knife handle, cutting open the other end with a knife blade. Then I rewired the electricity to flow through the knife handle. I took another knife handle and attached it to the bottom of the now electrified one. I took a piece of the broken whip and wired a trigger. Now came a dilemma. I sighed and decided on a button. I ripped one off my shoe and stuffed it in my creation.

I stood up fast and held my weapon close before twisting around and extending my arm as far as I could and firing it. Bam, shot the dummy in the heart. The Gamemaker's gasped and I heard them shuffling in their seats. I smirked and then put down my makeshift gun and walked out the door feeling quite accomplished. This should earn me a good score, unless they view me as a threat. Then it's a zero for me. But I don't care. I won't let a little thing like a low score discourage me; I can win this.

(Hey, guys, Shadow_Dragon96 here! So, that's my tribute, District 2. As fun and cool as that was to write, don't be jealous cuz bitch made a gun. She's not winning. And honestly, I can't wait to write her death scene. <-- scary crazy side of me. ;) )

[Anon Ymous POV

"Anon Ymous." I shot strait up when my name got called. I marched right in that room acting as if I'd been here before and picked up a weapon. I have no idea what it is, but figuring out how to use it shouldn't be hard. The Gamemakers were ready. But are they really? I thought. They're about to have their minds BLOWN. I carried my weapon over to the dummy and whacked it over the head with a loud whoop. . . Nothing happened. . . So, I just embarrassed myself? I dropped the doohickey and hung my head, going over and sitting down with a sigh. "You're dismissed." One of the Gamemakers shouted down at me. I slowly dragged my feet out and left sadly.

[Kira Hunters' POV

**DID NOT REPORT**

[Hugh Janus' POV

"Hugh Janus." The loudspeaker called my name and I got up. I wiped my sweaty palms on my pants while I walked into the room. A caged door slid shut behind me and I flinched.

My eyes roamed around the room, scanning all the weapons laid out. They must've especially had the careers in mind when they set these out, most of them were deadly and I didn't know how to use some.

Nonetheless, I didn't let my hopes sink too low, and I took up a spear. I also took some throwing knives and tossed them at a dummy. Most missed, but a couple hit the arms and legs. The Gamemakers chuckled. I knew what they wanted. They wanted a good show, someone who could give them a good fight and be an amazing killer. Not me. Truth was, I didn't need to go home. I volunteered to be here although I knew death was my only escape. That poor kid back in my district, of course I had to volunteer for him. He had everything to live for. Whereas me, I had only a run down old house and some mice. Nobody needed me. I remember that day well, it was only a few days ago that the reaping was held.

I came to the Square, as usual on this day. And just like any other day I just didn't care. I didn't care if they pulled my name from that shining crystal ball, I didn't care if I had to be sent to the despised Capitol, and I didn't care if I were sent to an arena to die. I was like a piece of plastic floating through the wind, wasting space and being hit around by everyone who despised my presence. It was not anything new for me, once again the escort stepped on stage, once again the video played, once again I saw a Mockingjay. It gave me hope, not for my own saving, but for the saving of all who were around me. If there was someone out there fighting the good fight then good on them, it would mean everything to know the lives of these young people would be saved.

I was young. Only fifteen, but that didn't matter. I had no one left that I loved. No one left to cry for me when I was Reaped.

The escort swished her delicate hand in the bowl containing the names of all the females twelve and eighteen in District Three. She pulled one and read it off, Kira Hunters, then she stepped to the boys when Kira came up. I wished boys were allowed to volunteer for girls, I deserved to die much more than she did. So innocent.

"Neider Scy!" The escort chirped. I looked about. A young boy about twelve stepped from the crowd, his face contorted to shock and fear. My heart went out to him. His mother screamed behind the line, Peacekeepers raced to contain her. His father yelled at them, I couldn't stand to see another family beaten because they were worried for their child's life. So in a momentary feeling of sorrow, I stepped from the crowd, raised my hand, and said the words I knew would slip from my mouth someday. "I volunteer."

I sighed. I knew what I did that day was the right thing. Sacrificing myself for those less fortunate. And for my act, I feel I've played my part in the changing of Panem, in the soon coming revolution. My only regret is that I won't be alive to see it happen. I won't be here to witness the bringing down of our leaders.

I ran out of throwing knives so turned to me spear, it didn't matter what I would do, I knew I would die.

I leaned back, and finally released the long rod with a sharpened tip. Surprisingly, I hit the target with a little more accuracy than any of my knives. The spear hit the abdomen of a dummy, surprising me more than the Gamemakers. I smiled, and then was dismissed. Maybe with enough practice I could ace these games... Not likely.

(Second in Command will rank 4, 5, and 6)

[Taystarian Gray's POV

I didn't have much time to think up what I would do to impress them. Seriously, what could I do with no arms? I could kick, but that required balance. Humans balance themselves using arms and legs, whereas, kicking, I'd only have one leg, so that was out.

I was called up before I could blink. Was it really my turn?

I walked in and introduced myself to the Gamemakers. "Taystarian Gray, District 4."

Looking around the large room, I spotted the station I mastered over the past few days.

I nabbed a spool of wire in my mouth by the handle and walked over to the climbing net. After dropping the end of the wire to the ground and securing it under a heavy nearby object, I began climbing. I reached the top quickly, only using my feet and my shins.

How did people have trouble with this when they used all fours?

Once I reached the top, I dropped the wheel down. I moved to the edge of the net and jumped down the fifteen or so feet of it, rolling on impact. Standing up, I walked over to the spool and started kicking it. I rolled and threw it over and under objects, a blueprint in my mind. I secured it the last time and walked to the beginning of my contraption. I grabbed the end of the wire in my mouth and pulled roughly. The wire slid toward me and pulled over the tubes and poles as such, eventually swinging a spear through the open air and into a dummy.

My time was up after I showed off my snare a few times and I walked away proudly.

[Kaleb Smith's POV

"Kaleb Smith." Damn... Well here we go. I've been thinking about what I'm going to do. Mags told me to try and exploit all of my strengths but I'm thinking I want to make people underestimate me but I just don't know.

I get up and leave the miniature dining hall. I walk through the doors and enter the huge training room. All of the Gamemakers are up on top of the balcony enjoying their food and drinks, eagerly waiting to judge my performance. I look over at the table, and it's filled with tons of different weapons and miscellaneous items like paint and mud. I see the two items I used the most during training, the two swords and the black leather gloves with the sharp spikes on the knuckles. I immediately go for them because I'm the most familiar with them. Once I get on the gloves and have a good grip on the swords I turn around and face the mannequins. I notice a small panel and walk over to it. I see a bunch of pre-made programs. I select one of them and stand in the middle of the mannequins. They all start moving in different directions and then start charging at me. I immediately spin into action and cut down three of them. I suddenly start to feel panicky. Suddenly I see one almost the exact same size as Emy. I am only able to cut down two more before I drop my swords and break down in tears. The program stops immediately and the Gamemakers are leaning over the balcony with a confused look. I suddenly start screaming at them, at first completely inaudible but slowly become clearer. They just don't understand! I was no longer able to control myself and started transitioning to screams. I can only keep calling them monsters and bastards and heartless beasts that have no idea what it's like. I keep putting them together in different combinations. I can start feeling my throat to hurt but I can't stop. So I just keep screaming until I start coughing up blood. I can feel the hot thickness in my mouth and on my throat.

I can't scream or even cry any more because I tore a vocal cord. The blood seems darker than normal and warmer too. I manage to get back up and start the program again, this time in a fit of rage and adrenaline. I suddenly start to feel giddy, as if some part of my sanity suddenly snapped. My anger and pain is so strong that it makes my strikes harder and faster and more deadly. I keep imagining the mannequins are the Gamemakers and the Capitol citizens. Before I know it I destroy the rest of the mannequins. So much for underestimating... I see the Gamemakers and start cackling a mangled, crazed laugh that I can't contain. As it fades I give the Gamemakers a bloody smile and then I simply allow my mind to go blank. I suddenly go slack and start crying again as I wait for them to dismiss me. After I exit the training room I go straight to my room from the training center and then just sleep. I can't even think anymore. My mind is the blankest it has ever been. As I sleep I have a nightmare I can't wake up from. I'm back in the training room, the simulation has automatically started and I'm already holding my weapons. I've cut down over 70 mannequins before it happens. I was so busy and preoccupied and I was letting my instincts and compulsions take over. Suddenly Emy was running to me with Matt and I spin around and decapitate them both with one simple blow. I don't realize what I've done until almost 30 seconds later. Once I do I immediately run over to their headless bodies and crouch next to them. I lose control of myself and collapse in the pool of their blood. The program keeps running and all of the mannequins suddenly have weapons. I'm stuck laying there being stabbed and slashed and cut and pounded and shot and all I can do is lay there and suffer. I've lost my will to live.

Then suddenly I'm woken up by an Avox that brought in a doctor to fix my vocal cords, then I just sit there for hours, tears streaming down my face, and contemplating on how I will keep my sanity, survive the games, and protect my family until this wretched government is overthrown.

[Jessimiane Scarlet's POV

My strengths are that I'm not afraid of death. I can use any weapon I want but my main weapons are the close range swords and daggers I'm fast and light on my feet so I will live and show the people that crazy people can live through the games. I chose both the close range swords and the daggers to show the game makers. I made sure I was composed and had an expressionless face as I destroyed every one of the dummies they through at me. I alternated between the two catching them with the sword and slicing their throats with the dagger. After I threw the weapons down and was dismissed I looked up at them with a expressionless face and gave then a horrible curtsy which I really thought would be better and bluntly left the training room. I thought that went well for me.

[ Coriolanus Adver's POV

"Coriolanus Adver." The intercom buzzed alive again.

The young man from District Five who was being stared at by most, got up from his plush chair and walked down the hall to the Private Sessions. He entered thinking he would breeze through this and ace it. Little did he know what awaited him...

"Well young man, are you going to start?" One of the Gamemakers inquired as Coriolanus just stood there staring up at them.

"Got any guns?" He asked, tilting his head to the side and smiling big for the important people. The Gamemakers murmured amongst themselves, contemplating their response. Coriolanus grew bored and soon wandered the gymnasium, checking out every nook and cranny, investigating all janitors closets. He pulled a mop from one of them and laughed at it. A creepy, maniacal laugh that filled the room with horrors.

"So, got any guns?" Coriolanus offered, tossing the mop aside. The Gamemakers didn't know what to do with him, so in their haste and confusion, they dismissed him. "But I'm not done." He argued, picking an axe from the weapon stand. He took two, successfully inflicting fear in his audiences hearts, although they knew they could neutralize him in a moment. And they were too high up for his reach lest he should throw the axes.

And so, unaware of the cautious faces above and the secret plotting of an easy escape, Coriolanus swung his axes on his fingers as he walked toward a dummy, whistling as he did so. His tune was eerie, and although whistling sounded cheerful and bright, the way he did it made the Gamemakers shudder. Although all denied their sudden and odd fear of Coriolanus, the boy from District Five, deep down when around him they all got a sense that nothing would be alright. And the more they tried to make sense of their fear of a boy not even half their age, the more confused they got. It was an unnatural fear. A fear that was as if it weren't of themselves but someone suggesting it and then making it a reality.

Coriolanus tossed one of his axes in a careless manner but somehow he landed it with deadly accuracy against a dummy. He laughed. Then he took the other axe and began beating one of the plastic-fiber beings that refused to let loose those liquids Coriolanus longed to see pour from his unarmed and weak victims. "Where's the blood?!?" The boy screamed the demand, slicing the life-sized doll into tiny bits until there was no more. He attacked another lifeless victim; this time with an eerily passionate flame of anger and rage. He cut off the head and tore it open with his bare hands. And to think these were to represent real human beings; these were made of a special fiber that closely imitated human resilience. Coriolanus destroyed the battle ground, and with his still unanswered inquiry 'where's the blood' he laughed and reveled in his surrounding destruction. He dropped the axe, much to the Gamemakers relief, and marched out of the room with a huff.

[Belle Merale's POV

**DID NOT REPORT**

[Tyler Merale's POV

**DID NOT REPORT**

(Head of Natural Disasters will rank 7, 8, and 10)

[Celeste Vidaurri's POV

I instantly get up from my chair and walked through the door. One of the gamemakers said "you may proceed." I grab the crossbow and the targets are set. I hit ever one of them with a bullseye. Then the targets started getting smaller and faster. It was kind of hard to keep up. Some of the gamemakers were amazed but one of them was simply amused. "Is that the best you can do." One of the gamemakers yelled. I simply remained calm. But I can still hear him laughing. I couldn't anymore I had it. I shot one of the arrows up in their direction, not aiming to kill but to scare. It bounced off the balcony with a little click. My heart lodged itself in my throat and my breathing was hard; if any of them had stopped laughing and seen that I'd be punished. Crap. Stay calm. I told myself as I hit more targets. Finally all of them looked at me. "You're dismissed. " One of them said. I replied to them, "I hope you enjoy this hunger games."

[Gabriel Morales POV

I was nervous but ready. I had to get this over with. "You may proceed." One of the gamemakers told me. I grab a sword and began. Slicing every object. Then all of a sudden the objects started moving. I didn't know that they can do that? They came right towards me. I need to show them what I am made of. For Celeste. If I can make show for them that I can make a show. I would be able to help Celeste win. For her, her brother and sister. I kept slicing and slashing every object. But one of them wouldn't go down. He cut off the arm and one of the legs and then with my bare hands and ripped off the head silence all there was silence I put the sword back and walked away.

[Sapphire Gold's POV

**DID NOT REPORT**

[August Rush's POV

Sapphire came back and walked right past us, the remaining Tributes who await our chance in the Private Training Sessions. Today the Gamemaker's would all watch us either ace the show or make complete fools of ourselves. Today would decide if we get sponsors.

"August Rush." The intercom buzzed. I jerked in my seat, my ears ringing and my breathing coming as violent sucking motions. What could I do? What am I good at? I thought as I sat there. The intercom buzzed again and I flinched, I knew what I had to do.

I got up and wiped my sweaty palms, no worries, this will be fine. I told myself. But would it really?

I looked up and saw them, most of them, looking at me expectantly. I don't know what they want. A good show, a strong kid. I wasn't good at either of those. But it's worth a try...

I introduced myself with as much confidence as I could find within me. "August Rush, District 8." I called up. The Head Gamemaker nodded for me to proceed.

I rolled my hands to fists and let them out again, walking slowly to the weapons stand. I saw a bow, I can't shoot, a spear, it's too big, an axe, too dangerous, is there anything I can- ah! A knife. I picked up the silver-bladed white-handled dagger and just held it a moment. I couldn't throw knives like Nine could, but I could cut and carve things. That's gotta count for something.

I took three, thinking I'd start out with little, and went over to a dummy. This was no good. No Tribute is gonna stand still and let me carve his chest out. That is, if I got the notion to carve out his chest.... I shuddered and hoped they wouldn't notice.

I walked over to a simulator and looked at the directions printed on the controls. Simple enough, the targets move and you hit them.

I turned it on low and it began wiring up. Golden shadows of people moved about in front of me, dashing here and there, some carrying weapons.

I quickly turned off the machine. It was too much for me. But one glance back at the Gamemaker's told me to suck it up and use my skills.

I was always good at tag when I was younger, I could easily run and dodge 'it' as we played. I was ready for this. Let's do it.

I focused on my knives and my mind, clearing all thoughts but those for Angel. She was my inspiration, I had to go home and see her.

With new found motivation, I turned on the machine and waited five seconds for the first shadow to appear.

I dashed into the simulator field and immediately the golden blocks that made up a human body came hurtling towards me. I ducked, stood upright behind it and stabbed it in the back. The blocks shattered as the 'person' arched forward with my stab.

I thought of ways I could win, ways I could see Angel before she goes.

Another simulation jumped at me, this time from my left. I dodged right, twisting my little body around and stabbing it in the ribs on its right side. It fell to the floor and shattered.

Now two came at me from opposite sides, I ducked just as they came inches from my body. At that speed they bonked heads and fell down. I jumped and, using two hands, stabbed them both in the gut simultaneously.

Now three came to me, one from slightly above and two from the sides. I took my third knife and tossed it at the one above, then ducked and twisted underneath and behind the other two, managing to stab them in the gut and left arm.

A few more came at me, I repeated my actions, dodge and stab. That was me. Quick, dodge, stab. My routine.

After what seemed like forever and a few hundred simulations, it could only have been a dozen or so, the last one jumped at me. Coming from directly above my head I bent down and sprung forward, launching myself up past his left shoulder while holding out my right hand to stab him in the heart. I landed my blow and fell down with it, it shattered and I sat there, stunned by what I'd created.

A battle scene lay fixed in my imagination, Tay and Kaleb stood behind me. I imagined I just killed a dozen and one Tributes, now they were all dead scattered at my feet. I looked at my hands that were bloody.

I looked at my hands that held the knives. I dropped them, looking at the simulator that I just shattered many fake people in. I was a killer, the games had changed me.

(Head of Mutations rank 9.)

[Ryme Callos' POV

It was very hot in the hall where we all sat, waiting to be called up. Right now one of the District Eight's was in there, I didn't pay attention to which one.

I tapped my leg quickly on the floor as I waited. And waited. Finally the intercom buzzed "District 9" and I jumped up. I looked back at my partner, Asher. He gave me a look of 'good-luck' and I turned back. Earlier, in the regular Training I'd formed an alliance with some of the girls. District 3, District 11, and District 1. When I made the alliance I figured we'd have a pretty good chance at winning, but there was a bigger alliance already forming. All I knew was it involved the Seven's and Twelve. But it was big.

I walked in and gazed up at the Gamemaker's who sat high on a balcony. "Ryme Callos, District Nine." I introduced myself cautiously. They nodded me on.

By now they'd grown a bit restless, but I still had some of their attention.

I went to the station with weapons and looked over my options. I was good with long-distance weapons, like throwing knives and bows. I didn't like throwing knives much, they were too small, but a bow was really fun. I could also use an axe and a mace.

I decided to give the bow a spin first. I picked it up, running my hands over its smooth finish. It was almost too perfect, I'd never seen anything so professional. Back in my district, they used to give bows and arrows to those who had to work in the far fields, that way we could shoot the small animals that managed to get in. But those bows were often homemade, and primitive. Unlike this, it's curvature and it's frame, the length and the string. I aimed with nothing and pulled the string to my face and then released it. That shot would've missed if I'd readied an arrow, all I had to do was get used to it.

Now I took out a silver arrow, I aimed and pulled back to my cheek. I took a deep breath and fired. I hit the target in the heart and immediately felt proud of myself.

I looked to the Gamemaker's like a little girl who got something right for the first time. A couple of them clapped while others just waited. I grabbed a few more arrows, crouched down, and shot the dummy in almost the exact same spot three more times. Then I took a sheath of arrows and went to the simulator.

I turned it on and fired at some moving targets repeatedly. I hit some in the perfect kill spot, and dodged some others. When I fired at a big man I thought of my reaping and what Illea had said. I thought of my parents, they'd be dead....

Rage consumed me and I fired more rapidly at the targets. Each of them shattered on first strike. I was fueled by my anger as I shot every single one in the heart or as close as I could get.

By the time I was done a few tears streaked my face and I walked back to the stand and placed the bow in its original spot. I then grabbed a mace and swung it around as I walked to some dummies.

"Yyyaaaa!" I swung hard and chopped off a dummy's arms and hit him in the chest. I hit a few other dummies before growing tired of the mace, I grabbed an axe and chopped up a few more dummies, imagining they were the Mayor and my escort. The President and the Gamemaker's. I hated them all.

I was finally done and I put the axe away. They dismissed me and I walked away feeling miserable.

[Asher Brix' POV

1. Strengths- Powerful, very strong. Knows how to use hand tools, and has accurate aim with poison blow dart gun. He can sneak up on prey, and blow poison darts at them.

2. Paragraph-

I walk into the private training session, wiping the sweat off of my palms. I glance up at the Gamemakers, determined not to let them intimidate me. I take a deep breath, set my jaw, and make my way over to the blow darts. After blowing a few at various lethal parts of the targets, I decide to show the Gamemakers that I also have accurate aim in action. I quickly move about the room, sending the darts at the various moving targets. I only miss once.

(Head of Natural Disasters rank 10.)

[Scarlett Aspen's POV

**DID NOT REPORT**

[Arrow Arturo's POV

**DID NOT REPORT**

(Head of Mutations will rank 9, 11, and 12.)

[Adelyn Hunters POV

Skills: Throwing knives, and making deadly snares.

"Adelyn Hunters, District 11," I heard over the intercom. I took a deep breath, then walked in.

I introduced myself when I reached the center of the room. I started out with throwing knives. I grabbed a handful, and walked over to the targets. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. When I opened my eyes again, my eyes locked on the target and I started throwing with deadly accuracy. Before I knew it, I had used all my knives.

I then walked over to the snares. I had a lot of practice with these back in eleven. We used to make them to protect our crops from unwanted critters. But these were different from simple snares. These meant instant death.

I quickly made one, then used a dummy to demonstrate just how deadly they were.

I bowed and walked out. I sure hope that impressed them.

[Mike Rotch's POV

"Mike Rotch" The intercom buzzed. I walked in and immediately went for the nun chucks. I whipped them around a bit, hitting some dummies until I got bored. Then they dismissed me and I walked out, heading straight for my room, where I fell asleep almost immediately.

[Kydler Green's POV

As I walked into the large room, I thought up what I would do. I had no skills, and I wasn't eager to try any when we had the time. I just wasn't into winning like the others were. What's the point, anyways? We're all going to die.

I stood in front of the Gamemakers and introduced myself. "Kydler Green, District 12."

I looked around the room and spotted nothing but a collection of small items in a pile. I held as many as I could in my arms and dumped them in the empty center of the room.

It took me a few minutes to arrange them correctly. Before I moved a single item, I spent a few minutes thinking of what to do with them.

And then a thought sparked in my head.

I started moving the items in a specific way, arranging them so.

By the time I was done, my time was pretty much up. I stood back and watched the faces of the Gamemakers twist and change. Some were shocked, some angry, and some furious.

Standing back, I admired my work of art. There, in the center of the training room, arranged in rocks, were four large words;

I HATE YOU ALL

I walked out with a wide grin plastered to my face.

[Mike Wizowski's POV

When my name was called I marched right in that room with the biggest of smiles. It was true that I was a very short person, but I didn't let that stop me from reaching to great heights. "Hello!" I greeted the Gamemakers with enthusiasm, smiling bravely. "Mike Wizowski, District Twelve. Some of you may know me, I model the coal minors outfits." I chuckled. But nobody joined me.

"It's a joke. We're coal minors.... yeah..." I trailed off, looking at the many weapons around the room. This place was big, and many intimidating weapons lurked about. I gulped. "Fighting isn't really my thing, see, I think I work better as a coal min-"

"Just get on with it!" One if the Game makers shouted impatiently. I gulped again, "Y-yes sir." I fumbled, picking up an ax in my fumbling hands. I dropped it, narrowly missing my toes, and just chuckled to cover up my err. "I think, think I should use something else."

I walked to the stand, picking up a whip and taking it to the dummy.

"This is, this is better my fit." I shook my head slowly. So stupid. I said to myself. I whipped the dummy till it fell over, and then I picked up a sword. I swooshed it around forcefully, almost losing my balance. But I regained control of myself and chopped off the dummies hand from its elbow.

"Ah-ha! See, uh-" They all looked skeptical and bored. I cleared my throat. "I'm done." I muttered and waited for them to dismiss me.

Congratulations, Tributes, your scores will be posted shortly.

Sincerely,

The President.