I do not own the hunger games! Sadly

I wake up and immediately feel the grumbling of my stomach. Suddenly a pang of worry and almost panic makes me practically sprint down the hall. I am afraid that I woke up too late. I am terrified that Peeta and Katniss have already left for the training center with out any advice what so ever. I know that Katniss will go right for the knives, which she needs to stay away from because if the careers know she is good with knives then she will never be able to get one.

"Haymitch what is going on," yells Peeta. Oh, shut up Peeta! PEETA! Oh, thank goodness I still have a chance of saving one of my tributes. I really wish these games didn't exists then I wouldn't have to choose which one of my tributes I will be sending to certain death and which I am going to give a minute chance of living.

"Uh, was I running, I didn't even realize it," I say hoping that he will just let it go.

"Whatever Haymitch," says Peeta with a glint in his eye.

I stare at him for a moment trying to figure out why he is not questioning me further I realize right; it's Katniss who questions everything I do. Then I continue walking. As I am walking I see artwork from the old days; you can tell because of how worn they are. Stupid capitalites, they spend money on stupid crap like this when people in the districts starve to death daily. I wonder how they would feel if they had to watch their children fight to the death. They would probably still treat the hunger games as if they were a holiday; really hate this whole mentoring thing. For one I hate seeing the families of the dead tributes I mentored and feeling responsible.

Suddenly I find myself right outside the door of the dinning room with Peeta standing beside "well are we going to go in or not?" he asks me.

Since when did he become a smart ass? So instead of giving him an answer I just roll my eyes and strode into the dining room. The minute I walk through the door I spot Katniss, and then I see Peeta staring at her and her not even eating completely oblivious to the fact that he's almost drooling over her.

She suddenly looks up from her meal and gives Peeta a death glare. What is wrong with this girl this really great guy is practically drooling over her and she gave him a death glaring. I study them both carefully when it hits me they are dressed exactly alike. I bet that is what pissed her off. I mean I don't like that they are making them look like a team when they haven't made an alliance, It just doesn't seem to right to present them as a team and then send them to an arena to kill each other

I sit down and eat as much as will fit in my stomach.

"So let's get down to business. Training. First off, if you like, I can coach you separately. Decide now," I tell them.

"Why would you coach us separately?" Katniss asks.

"Say you have a secret skill you might not want the other to know about," I say.

Katniss exchanges a look with Peeta. "I don't have any secret skills," Peeta says. "And I already know what yours is, right? I mean, I've eaten enough of your squirrels." I almost laugh aloud because of the look on Katniss' face. She looks so shocked that Peeta has eaten her squirrels before. She wipes her emotions clean off her face and says, "You can coach us together." Peeta nods in agreement.

"All right, so give me some idea of what you can do," I tell them. I already know that Katniss is pretty handy with a knife. I wonder if Peeta is good with any weapon.

"I can't do any thing," says Peeta. Of course, he can't. "Unless you count baking bread."

"Sorry, I don't. Katniss. I already know you're handy with a knife," I say

"Not really. But I can hunt," she tells me. "With a bow and arrow."

"And your good," I ask her. I hope she not just good I hope she is amazing. But I know better than to hope. Hope is the reason the hunger games were created. They were created to crush hope.

She pauses for moment as if she is trying to decide if she is good or not. I can only imagine what goes on in that girl's head. "I'm all right," she says finally. Just all right, this is what I get for hoping.

"She's excellent," Peeta says looking exasperated. "My father buys her squirrels. He always comments on how the arrow never pierces the body. She hits every one in the eye. It's the same with the rabbits she sells to the butcher. She can even bring down a deer." Oh so she under estimates herself well that is good and bad. It's good because if she underestimates herself then her opponents will underestimate her. It's bad because most the time if you're going to win the hunger games you have to act like you can win the hunger games, (it gets you sponsors). When I look at Katniss, she is in utter disbelief maybe it's because she doesn't think she's that good or maybe because she can't believe Peeta pays that much attention to her.

"What are you doing?" she asks him suspiciously.

"What are you doing? If he's going to help you, he has to know what your capable of. Don't underrate yourself," says Peeta. She looks extremely annoyed at him. She's so weird most girls love compliments.

"what about you? I've seen you in the market. You can lift hundred pound bags of flower," she says angrily.

"Yes and I'm sure the arena will be full of bags of flour for me to chuck at people. It's not like being able to use a weapon you know it isn't," he shoots back.

"He can wrestle," she tells me. "He came in second in our school competition last year, only after his brother."

"What use is that, how many times have you seen someone wrestle someone to death?" he questions her.

"There's always hand to hand combat all you need is a knife," she tells him smugly. Jeeze they sound like an old married couple

"you know what my mother said to me when we were saying our goodbyes, she said maybe district 12 will finally have a winner this year, I quickly found out she didn't mean me!" Peeta yells.

"Oh she meant you," Katniss tells him with a wave of dismissal. No, I think the moms right Katniss's chances of winner are much higher than Peeta's.

"She said she's a survivor!" says Peeta. That is very harsh of his mother but face it its true if district 12 has a victor it'll be Katniss. Peeta looks too soft anyways he's too kind I doubt he'd actually kill someone in the arena. But then again the hunger games change people. They change the kindest people into bloodthirsty animals that are only concerned with their survival.

"People will be tripping over each other to help you in the arena." Peeta says.

"No more than you." Katniss tells him

"She has no idea of the effect she has on people," Peeta tells me. Katniss looks puzzled and then angry I wish I knew what was going on inside this girls head.

"Well then, Katniss there is no guarantee that there will be a bow and arrows in the arena. But during your private session with the game makers show them what you can do, until then stay clear of archery. Are you any good at trapping?" I ask her hoping that she can for all I am worth which really isn't much.

She doesn't answer for a couple minutes. "I know a few basic snares," she mumbles.

"That may be significant in terms of food," I tell her.

"And Peeta she's right never under estimate the power of strength in the arena it often tilts things to the advantage of the stronger tribute. In the training center lift weights but don't show them how strong you really are. So in the training center spend time learning something you don't already know. Throw a spear, swing a mace, and learn how to tie a decent knot. But save what your best at for your private sessions. We clear?" I ask them. They both nod. Hmmm I wonder if I could work with Peeta being in love with Katniss.

"One more thing, in public I want you two to be by each others side got it?" I ask. Katniss looks pissed but nods in agreement; Peeta looks ecstatic and nods eagerly.

I sure hope they don't screw this up and make it impossible to save one of them.

Well thanks for reading please review. I would love some feedback! Critique is welcome, anything that could make my writing better.

-cheergirl52