We stepped down from the chariots where Fu and Nadja we're waiting for us.

"Good start kids," Fu exclaimed before leading the way to our suite chuckling to himself "holding hands! Brilliant, pure brilliant."

As we are District 12 we've been allocated the penthouse (12th floor) of the training centre. We step out the elevator and Nadja leads us on the tour.

"Fabulous isn't it!" She spins round gleefully.

As we enter the penthouse there is a long corridor leading us to a dining area. The table is clear glass and set with the finest glass and China; for ten people. There is a bowl of fruit in the centre of the table and candles placed sporadically down the length. Through an alcove we were directed to a living room with a large television on the wall and a beautiful cream 'L' shape sofa opposite. There were two side chairs, both a duck egg blue, with white fluffy cushions as decoration. Situated in the middle was a glass oval table and a perfectly staged chess set, each piece representing a different Miraculous. 

Adrien was taken by Fu to his room down a corridor to the right as Nadja ushered me to the left.

"Now get yourself cleaned up and comfortable ready for tonight's evening meal."

With that Nadja was gone. I walk over to the mirror on a dressing table and look at my make up. This was really not me. I grabbed a tissue and began to rub at my face before giving up and heading for the shower.

After a quick body and hair wash, I scrubbed the make up off my face. It took a lot longer than I would of expected it too. I climb out the shower, brush by hair and stick it in two low ponytails. I quickly get changed and headed back to the dining area.

Adrien was already there and gave me a quick look before continuing to eat. Obviously, this must have to do with the hand holding.

Something delicious was placed in front of me and I could not wait to get my spoon involved in this game. I put my nose down to the bowl and let out a sigh.

"Perhaps we should leave you two alone," giggling, Adrien closed his eyes.

"Don't be such a dork!" I responded dipping my spoon into the soup. As I lifted the spoon I gave the hot contents a quick blow. Placing the spoon in my mouth I allowed the stew to run into my mouth. The taste was exquisite, like fireworks releasing in my mouth. Lamb stew.

Myself and Adrien continued to eat in silence whilst Nadja ran through everything we would be doing for the next week. From training to styling, to the beginning of the games. We had interviews and rankings and more interviews leading up to the night before we enter the games.

Fu decided to join us for desert. Obviously still drunk, he walks over and slumps in his chair. Directing his gaze to Adrien and I he begins to mentor us. Although he's still drunk and not at all sober, we still need the help we can gather off him.

"Tomorrow your training will begin and you need to be aware of what's happening around you. Districts 1,2 and 4 will gather together, being the career districts they will find each other out and make allegiances for inside the arena, do not be persuaded to join them. You'll do better out there on your own. Any special skills you might be hiding? Keep it that way," suddenly Adrien interrupted Fu.

"What does it matter? I'm just going to die out there."

"Don't say that Adrien. You have as much chance as the rest of us." Adrien let out a laugh.

"You can hunt. You'll be fine out there," he turns to Fu. "She catches the animals just right. Strangulation every time." I turn to Adrien in shock.

"How do you know that?"

"My aunt buys your squirrels. They're the best around."

Keeping my eyes on Adrien I announce "Adrien's really strong. He throws bags of flour around the bakery all day."

"Oh yeah, because I can just throw flour around in the arena."

"Adrien, you've got the skills. You just need to use them in the arena."

"I have NO skills!" He outbursts. "You know what my auntie said before I left?" I gulped waiting for Adrien to continue.

"She said perhaps this year we won't be a let down, that this year we might actually come home with a winner."

I looked at the floor feeling more uncomfortable by the second knowing exactly what Adrien was going to say next.

"... and you know as much as I do, that she didn't mean me."

Adrien stood up from the table, dabbed the corners of his mouth with the serviette and threw it down on the plate.

"Thank you for the food, but I'm not hungry anymore."

All I could feel was shame.