Sorry for the late update! My laptop was broken and I just got it fixed.. And don't forget writers block. Sigh.

Thank you so much for those who reviewed! Thanks too for giving me ideas for the powers, and thank you for the constructive criticism and praise! *hands out virtual cookies and hugs to all*

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I move my goat chops around my plate, not really feeling hungry. Prim will hate this dish if she's here. She has a pet goat named Lady, you see.

"You're not eating." Gale notices.

"Are you are?" I retort, glancing at his equally untouched plate.

"Not the point. Is something wrong?"

"Nothing." I say, forcing myself to swallow a piece. "See?"

"Um. Yeah, right." Madge remarks, which kind of surprises me, since she barely is sarcastic and all of that.

That's Haymitch's job.

He's part of the Victors Council. The twenty-something number of people who you can say are, well, teachers. I'm unfortunate enough to have him as my teacher, since his special ability is fire. Probably why he likes alcohol so much.

I look around, anywhere but my own food. In the center the Capitol people sit. It's so much grander there, but they still look like a circus. In Table 1, the Careers, or the people from the rich parts of Panem, sit. They think they are so strong and better than us. In a regular school, they would be known as the bullies. My eyes land on a table two tables away from ours. Sitting there are a group of boys. One of them has ashy blonde hair and blue eyes.

Peeta Mellark.

He can sort of go invisible, I think. It's invisibility. Maybe. Whatever.

If it weren't for something that he did in the past, I wouldn't even be here right now. I'm pretty sure we're the only ones who know what happened. I didn't even tell Gale and Madge about it. Peeta and I don't even talk. When I saw him again during my first day here, I had wanted to say thank you. But, he was always surrounded. He didn't even acknowledge me.

"I heard new students are coming soon." Gale says, interrupting my nostalgia.

"Yeah. They got a twelve-year-old." Madge nods, twirling some noodles with her fork.

I sigh, wondering who the twelve-year-old is. Poor girl. She'll have her life ruined at such a young age.

I watch, as the guards lead a line of children to the Screening Room, where they determine your powers. I remember when I was brought here. Everybody stared as we were led to the Screening Room. Once we arrived, they had us wear thin white robes, that helped keep out the cold like paper would. I watched as each person before me was ushered inside a small room called a laboratory. When it was finally my turn.. I don't know. I can't remember what happened in the laboratory. I'm not naive enough to believe that it's just a natural case of forgetfulness.

"...What do you think, Katniss?" Madge's voice breaks my thoughts.

"What? Huh?" I ask, dumbfounded.

"Oh, nothing. You're obviously stressed. Or distracted. Or just thinking." Madge sighs, and returns to her conversation with Gale.

I stare at the new bunch of "students". My eyes particularly follow one of them. She is standing at the front of the line, for she is the shortest. And most probably the youngest.

She has dark satiny brown skin and eyes, but other than that, she's very like Prim in size and demeanor. She looks so young and innocent. I feel my heart ache in loneliness, and long for home. A wave of nostalgia hits me. I wonder what I will do if Prim gets dragged in this place. I don't know. I just hope she will not show any signs of any superhuman ability.

Finally, they are ushered inside the Screening Room.

Sorry for the ultra-lame chapter. Sigh. I'm suffering from writers block. I feel so bad in disappointing you all. Sigh. Forgive me!