Peetas pov hunger games

The knot-tying station doesn't have a lot of tributes, so the trainer is pleased to see us, and even teaches us how to form a good trap, which really benefits me, since I've no other way of hunting. I look around the training center. The archery station has several tributes. I watch and try to stifle a laugh when I see the big, burly district 1 and 2 tributes trying to shoot an arrow. None of them hit the targets, some can't even shoot it correctly. I look to Katniss, but she's paying close attention to her trap. Part of me wants her to go over there and show them how it's done; but I stop myself from mentioning it, probably best if they don't know how good she is.

The camouflage station is my personal favorite. I've decorated, and iced, so many cakes in the bakery, that camouflage is second nature to me. I know which colors work together, and I know which are vibrant hues. I even know which colors seem to "pop" more than others, so camouflage is a benefit to me in the arena. If I can't kill, I can sure as hell hide. Katniss seems to be wondering why the trainer enjoys my precision with this so much, and how I know how to do this. "I do the cakes," I tell her. She asks me then, "What cakes?"

"At home, the iced ones for the bakery." Katniss looks annoyed at me, though I don't really know why. "It's lovely, if only you could frost someone to death." Ouch. Though, it's kind of funny. I decide to give a smartass comment back. "Don't be so superior. You can never tell what you'll find in the arena. Say it's actually a giant cake..." I say, until she interrupts me by saying "We should move on." Somehow, the way she is acting makes me love her even more. Maybe it's because she is honest. I've spent my whole life seeing my mother put on a façade. The honesty is intriguing to me. And if you can't trust someone who has always been honest, who can you trust?