PEETA'S POV
Surprisingly, I woke up on time, feasted on the same lavish breakfast, and took a ride on the lift to the training centre. Guards dressed in dull sturdy uniforms all wearing the same expressionless face, sat us down in order according to our district number. Prim and I were last. The career's time infront of the gamemakers seemed endless, probably because they were showing off too much. As time passed, my district partner began to make conversation with me, we talked on and on about so many different things. We got lost in our own world, saying what it would be like to have freedom, what we would do, where we would go, what we would see. There was no awkward silences, neither one of us hesitating about what to say. Just talk and laughter. She felt so... so precious. And now I finally figured out what there was between me and Prim. We were like brother and sister. She's the first person to ever act like they liked me, the first person that has made me feel wanted. She's my little sister. I'm her big brother. And it feels so right. Just then, the boy from district 11 walks out and a guard walks over to me. "Get up." he bellows. "In." Slowly, I stand and a wall of cold hard metal slides up for me to enter. My footsteps alarm the gamemakers as I walk to the centre and say in a confident voice, "Peeta Mellark, District 12." The head gives me a nod to signal me to begin. Gulping my throat, I collect some mud, moss, twigs, leaves and disguise my left arm into a tree bark. They all nod and gasp in amazement, I look around to see everyone. However, something makes me come to a halt. A gamemaker, dressed in a silk yellow and green flared out net dress, gold glitter lipgloss, pale orange skin, heavily layered glitter on her eyelids and a candyfloss fuschia wig with subtle hints of yellow peeking out. It's the girl I must die for. It definitely is, I would recognise her face anywhere, even underneath the Capitol mask she's wearing. What is she doing here? Of course. What else would she be doing? She's here to save her little sister. I want to tell her it's ok, that she's going to make it out of there. Suddenly her eyes meet mine and an alarmed expression comes to her face, she knows I recognise her.
"Ahem." My eyes shoot towards Seneca Crane. "Please may you continue," I sigh, nod my head and make my way towards the weights. I throw and throw, showing off my strength. Eventually, the gamemakers nod and dissmiss me. As I exit the training centre, I look over to Katniss and we exchange a small smile. The wall of metal slides up for me once again, I give Prim a warming smile and say, "Good luck,"
PRIM'S POV
Nervously, I stand in the middle of the training centre, feeling small and vulnerable when eventually a male gamemaker spots me and nods. All of a sudden, all eyes lay on me. I think I prefered it when I was invisible. I gulp as I look around at all the Capitol faces, untill something catches my attention, sitting quietly in a tiny corner slightly further away from the others. A young girl, her natural face concealed by the Capitol's bizzare fashion sense. However, certainly not concealed to me. I would recognise her smooth olive skin tone anywhere even under all that pale orange skin dye, I would clearly see her unmistakable mystical grey eyes even underneath all that blinding glitter. I would always know that warming smile like a mother wolf can always know where her kin are frolocking and hiding, just by their scent. Katniss. My depressed, lifeless soul the Capitol thumped onto me, immediately glows a shining light, it feels like weightless feathers there, instead of numerous boulders. All because of her. For a moment I cannot believe it, that she is here! Actually, here! Coming all this way, for me. Gradually, a smile paints itself on my face and my pale, miserable complexion washes away at last. Katniss's misty grey eyes are now gleaming, her cheeks wet with salty liquid. I want to run, I want to jump, I want to laugh, I want to cry into her warming arms. Without thinking, I take a step in her direction, then quickly come to a halt. All the gamemakers narrow their eyes suspiciously at Katniss and I. Both our eyes widen in alarm. Slowly, I take a step back, hoping they wouldn't say any more. "Please, begin," boomed Seneca Crane's voice. I gave a nod and walked to the climbing station.
