Gucci leads us into the main lobby of our the Tribute apartments directly after the parade. All the Tributes are here, most of them suffering in their ridiculous outfits. Luckily, Cato and I weren't cursed with two pyscho stylists, so we look somewhat normal and we are, for the most part, comfortable.

Enobaria is speaking to us now, but I can't hear her due to all the noise, so I just pretend to listen. Suddenly, an extremely loud noise catches the attention of everyone in the lobby, from what I can see, it looks as though an Avox girl dropped something...

Now, I feel someones hand on my shoulder, they grasp it gently and lead me out of the lobby. It's happening so fast that I don't have time to pull away or even yell for help, plus my mind is fuzzy, I don't really know why... And no one can see because their attention is elsewhere.

The person quickly leads me outside. I really am scared, but what can I do about it? The walls of the apartment complex are thick, so if I scream no one is gunna hear me. I won't run, Brutus told me never to do that. I guess I'm stuck... And I still don't know who it is.

So now we are both just here, in front of the Avenue of Tributes. I somehow conjure up enough courage to turn around and face them. Their identity suprises me... A lot..

Seneca Crane. The head Gamemaker.

I look up at him, with what I guess must've been curious eyes, an ashamed look takes his face.

"I- I didn't mean to frighten you, Clove. I just wanted to congradulate you on your performance at the parade..." He says.

What performance? I stood in a little wheely-cart while some horses pulled me around... "Thank you Mr. Crane, but I should really go now, my mentors are probably looking for me." I rub the back of my neck sheepishly. At this point, I really just want to leave.

"Yes, I understand," he nods, "thank you for your time."

"Yeah.. No problem, Mr. Crane." I give him a small smile and start to walk back to the lobby.

Right before I reach the door he calls out to me, "Clove?"

I stop walking, "Yeah?"

"Call me Seneca. Also, can you meet me for breakfast tommorow on the ground floor? I can wait for you in the main lobby."

I'm taken aback by his offer, what the hell is the head Gamemaker doing inviting me to breakfast? I'd never even talked to him before tonight and now this... I nod slowly. "Sure. What time?"

"Is 8:30 alright?" he asks quietly.

"Okay. See you then." I wave and proceed to the lobby as quickly as possible. That was extremely awkward. In fact, it was so awkward that it hurt. I'm literally hurting right now, but soon I find that it's because my mentors have just mentally murdered me 700 times. Their glares are quite scary. I approach them catiously.

"Um... Why the..." I scrunch up my face, attempting to resemble theirs.

"Where were you?" They demand.

I panic for a second, should I tell them?

Nah.

"I was outside, taking a walk," I lie.

Their faces relax a bit, "Okay, tell us next time alright kid?" Brutus asks.

I nod, "Well... Bye." I wave and book it to the elevator.

Ten minutes later I'm in bed, asleep.