User blog comment:Cupcakes With Flames/The 86th Hunger Games/@comment-25090155-20140626234414/@comment-24222500-20140627001358

I've never written advice in POV format, so why not?

Whitney:

''When I walk into the training room, I try not to make eye contact with the Gamemakers. They look like they're scoffing upon me. I'm only a little 12-year-old girl, but I'm a fighter. I finally turn to them after prancing in with what I hope is a good power-walk, and holler, "WHITNEY GREY!" Then, I start my destruction...''

''First, I start with some typical weak-girl stuff. I smirk, aiming the arrow at the targets, then letting it fly. It hits close enough to center that I feel confident, and continue on other targets showing off my speed with a bow. Then I pick up a mace, and can see how stunned the gamemakers are with my weapon choice. I swing it at a few targets, and don't have time to pay attention to how the targets split when I do so. By the end of destroying seven dummies, I'm panting, but I can't stop now.''

''Finally, I finish it up with a show of mixing berries to make a blood-colored paint, and rubbing it on the floor to write two giant letters: WG. Whitney Grey. Then, I pick up my bow and arrow, and shoot it at the wall near the Gamemaker's box on the wall, making a noise to make them look. I give them the most sarcastic smile possible, then drop the bow and arrow right there on the ground before stomping out.''

Alice:

''This will be fun... I walk in with a goofy smile on my face, and tell the Gamemakers in the loudest but least confident voice possible. "Umm... I'm Alice... Withers." They all look to me, and I purposefully stumble baclwards and run into the berries station. I gasp, and hide my giggle behind a fakely devistated voice. "Oh, I'm so sorry!"''

''Three of the Gamemakers turn away from me, and I look for a whip, and pick it up, whipping a target half-heartedly. It doesn't even fall to the floor. I pretend to struggle with the whip, and when none of the Gamemakers are watching, I wrap it around my legs, and force myself to start crying.''

"Alice, you are dismissed from the training session.

I want to smirk so badly, but instead, hide my face and say in a fake, teary voice, "okay..."''I leave, but once I'm out, start skipping. That sure was fun! I wanted to have a bit of fun before I died.''