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another tribute。 There are assistants on hand if we want to practice with a partner。
When Atala begins to read down the list of the skill stations； my eyes canˇt help flitting around to the other tributes。 Itˇs the first time weˇve been assembled； on level ground； in simple clothes。 My heart sinks。 Almost all of the boys and at least half of the girls are bigger than I am； even though many of the tributes have never been fed properly。 You can see it in their bones； their skin； the hollow look in their eyes。 I may be smaller naturally； but overall my familyˇs resourcefulness has given me an edge in that area。 I stand straight； and while Iˇm thin； Iˇm strong。 The meat and plants from the woods bined with the exertion it took to get them have given me a healthier body than most of those I see around me。
The exceptions are the kids from the wealthier districts； the volunteers； the ones who have been fed and trained throughout their lives for this moment。 The tributes from 1； 2； and 4 traditionally have this look about them。 Itˇs technically against the rules to train tributes before they reach the Capitol but it happens every year。 In District 12； we call them the Career Tributes； or just the Careers。 And like as not； the winner will be one of them。
The slight advantage I held ing into the Training Center； my fiery entrance last night； seems to vanish in the presence of my petition。 The other tributes were jealous of us； but not because we were amazing； because our stylists were。 Now I see nothing but contempt in the glances of the Career Tributes。 Each must have fifty to a hundred pounds on me。 They project arrogance and brutality。 When Atala releases us； they head straight for the deadliest…looking weapons in the gym and handle them with ease。
Iˇm thinking that itˇs lucky Iˇm a fast runner when Peeta nudges my arm and I jump。 He is still beside me； per Haymitchˇs instructions。 His expression is sober。 ¨Where would you like to start？〃
I look around at the Career Tributes who are showing off； clearly trying to intimidate the field。 Then at the others； the underfed； the inpetent； shakily having their first lessons with a knife or an ax。
¨Suppose we tie some knots；〃 I say。
¨Right you are；〃 says Peeta。 We cross to an empty station where the trainer seems pleased to have students。 You get the feeling that the knot…tying class is not the Hunger games hot spot。 When he realizes I know something about snares； he shows us a simple； excellent trap that will leave a human petitor dangling by a leg from a tree。 We concentrate on this one skill for an hour until both of us have mastered it。 Then we move on to camouflage。 Peeta genuinely seems to enjoy this station； swirling a bination of mud and clay and berry juices around on his pale skin； weaving disguises from vines and leaves。 The trainer who runs the camouflage station is full of enthusiasm at his work。
¨I do the cakes；〃 he admits to me。
¨The cakes？〃 I ask。 Iˇve been preoccupied with watching the boy from District 2 send a spear through a dummyˇs heart from fifteen yards。 ¨What cakes？〃
¨At home。 The iced ones； for the bakery；〃 he says。
He means the ones they display in the windows。 Fancy cakes with flowers and pretty things painted in frosting。 Theyˇre for birthdays and New Yearˇs Day。 always drags me over to admire them； although weˇd never be able to afford one。 Thereˇs little enough beauty in District 12； though； so I can hardly deny her this。
I look more critically at the design on Peetaˇs arm。 The alternating pattern of light and dark suggests sunlight falling through the leaves in the woods。 I wonder how he knows this； since I doubt heˇs ever been beyond the fence。 Has he been able to pick this up from just that scraggly old apple tree in his backyard？ Somehow the whole thing his skill； those inaccessible cakes； the praise of the camouflage expert annoys me。
¨Itˇs lovely。 If only you could frost someone to death；〃 I say。 ¨Donˇt be so superior。 You can never tell what youˇll find in the arena。 Say itˇs actually a gigantic cake 〃 begins Peeta。
¨Say we move on；〃 I break in。
So the next three days pass with Peeta and I going quietly from station to station。 We do pick up some valuable skills； from starting fires； to knife throwing； to making shelter。 Despite Haymitchˇs order to appear mediocre； Peeta excels in hand…to…hand bat； and I sweep the edible plants test without blinking an eye。 We steer clear of archery and weightlifting though； wanting to save those for our private sessions。
The Gamemakers appeared early on the first day。 Twenty or so men and women dressed in deep purple robes。 They sit in the elevated stands that surround the gymnasium； some96 times wandering about to watch us； jotting down notes； other times eating at the endless banquet that has been set for them； ignoring the lot of us。 But they do seem to be keeping their eye on the District 12 tributes。 Several times Iˇve looked up to find one fixated on me。 They consult with the trainers during our meals as well。 We see them all gathered together when we e back。
Breakfast and dinner are served on our floor； but at lunch the twenty…four of us eat in a dining room off the gymnasium。 Food is arranged on carts around the room and you serve yourself。 The Career Tributes tend to gather rowdily around one table； as if to prove their superiority； that they have no fear of one another and consider the rest of us beneath notice。 Most of the other tributes sit alone； like lost sheep。 No one says a word to us。 Peeta and I eat together； and since Haymitch keeps dogging us about it； try to keep up a friendly conversation during the meals。
Itˇs not easy to find a topic。 Talking of home is painful。 Talking of the present unbearable。 One day； Peeta empties our breadbasket and points out how they have been careful to include types from the districts along with the refined bread of the Capitol。 The fish…shaped loaf tinted green with seaweed from District 4。 The crescent moon roll dotted with seeds from District 11。 Somehow； although itˇs made from the same stuff； it looks a lot more appetizing than the ugly drop biscuits that are the standard fare at home。
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