I think it was two weeks we were in training, but I lost count after three days. The familiarity of the other tributes fade until I don't know anything about them except what they told me. I'd lost track of the other alliances quickly because everyone was trying to size up everyone else. I didn't though. Getting to know them would make them seem more human. I don't even think I want to be in an alliance anymore. That'd make it harder to kill them. I concentrate only on my skills.

Soon, it was time for our presentations. I was last. I went in and showed off my skills. Later, we saw the training scores.

The tributes from 1 and 2 all got straight 10s. Ponyboy didn't do too bad. He received an 8. Annabeth got a 9. An 8 appeared below Percy's picture. Calypso bombed it with a 5. Tim and Reyna both got 10s. Then Jason had a 10 and Thalia had a 9. The boy from 7, Steve, received an 8 while his district partner Rachel got a 6. Nico received a 10 and Hazel, a 7. Dallas and Clarrisse both got 9s. Johnny got a 7, his district partner Piper got a 9. Two Bit and Zoë both received matching 10s. Finally, it was our turn. Leo got an 8. When my picture appeared, I couldn't believe my eyes. No way. But it has to be. No it's a different girl. Not me. But it is. She has my bleach-blonde hair and dark brown eyes. That's me. But it's not. It can't be me because below my picture is a......................

12.

I sit there wide eyed with my mouth ajar for like fifteen minutes. How could I have gotten a 12? Me. And no one else got a 12. Or even an 11.

"What did you do in there?" Asks a shocked Katniss. 

"Uhh......" Is all I get out before I run to my room and bury my face in the pillow. 

When I wake up, it's time to prepare for the interviews. I totally rock those four inch pumps I practice with! The dress is a little old fashioned though. Boy am I glad that everyone in the country isn't gonna see me in it. When I'm done with that, I go to work on my angle. It doesn't take long to come up with the girly angle.  

Finally, it's time to get ready for real. I get a metallic golden dress that is strapless and the skirt is tight and goes down to almost my knees. The sash is bright orange net tied around my waist in a bow, with a bright gold gem. My hair is swept to the side, curled over my shoulder and highlighting my curves. Jewels are stuck in my hair that sparkle gold and orange. My feet squeeze into vintage style three inch heels and they're bright orange. My makeup is gold mascara and bright orange lipstick. I look amazing. My nails are painted with little flames. 

I wait through all the other boring interviews. Although a few spark my intrest. Like Percy and Annabeth both crying the whole time because they were in love and only one or neither could get out alive. They said they'd both be willing to die in the Games if it meant that they stayed together forever. Another one that made me pay attention was when Reyna stated that we'd all die warriors. She went on and on about how we must fight and die nobly. You could tell that Tim was greatly disturbed by his partner's interview. So we're a lot of people, but once he got through his own interview. Reyna's was forgotten. Both Jason made a whole speech about the cruelty of putting two siblings against each other in the Games. You could tell that Clarrisse was nervous; she stumbled over words and her dark eyes were full of sorrow. Dallas, meanwhile, nailed it. If he was nervous, he sure as Hell didn't show it. Johnny barely spoke. Just stared awkwardly making everyone feel uncomfortable. When he was done, he stood up and barely audibly muttered "stay gold". The pair from 11 couldn't have possibly acted more opposite each other, once again.

Then it was my turn. I could barely make it up to the stage, my knees shook so bad. Then everything blurred together and turned white. I was in the bright room again, everything blurry as if it's a dream. I'm laying down with tubes going into my arm and chest. I stay there long enough this time to notice that there's nothing else in the room other than the bed I'm in. No doors that I can see through my blurry vision. There's a quiet beeping that I can barely hear. I have to strain my ears to hear it. I can't get up. The only parts of my body that are working are my eyes and ears. Before I knew what's to make of it, I was back on the steps to the podium. 

I sit down and the interviewer starts asking me questions. I try my hardest to answer every question. 

Right before my interview is over, I hear him quietly say, "you can stop this at any time, you know." I figure it must be my ears playing some sort of cruel joke on me, so I ignore it. 

The cameras go dark and dread fills my body.

 The Games begin tomorrow.

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Sorry

Writers block.

Love a!

CC