"Cut!"
I swept sweats from my forehead. I had to look good. And sweats and dirts were my new make up. Don't forget the scars, I told myself.
"Katniss!"
I saw Peeta waved his hands from the other side from the Arena. As he moved closer, I saw how he goes up. Worse-looking than me. He had some 'Ouch!' make up on his right leg.
"Who puts it on? Portia?" I asked as I stared down at his leg.
He followed my gaze and giggled. "You bet. Her skill is amazing."
"No, the game-maker is amazing, Peeta." I whispered back.