It's almost score time. Enobaria, Brutus, Cato, and I sit on the sofa waiting. Caesar Flickerman appears on screen ready to announce the scores. I sit on the edge of my seat.

"Cato; with the score of, ten" Caesar says. Brutus and Cato high five. I see Enobaria roll her eyes.

"Clove; with the score of ten." He says.

Enobaria hugs me. " Yes!" She exclaims.

I hear Brutus murmur, " Hypocrite." That makes me laugh. All is well.

I sit in anticipation. I don't want a really high score. I don't need the careers hating me.

" Finch; with the score of five," Caesar Flickerman says.

That's not bad. I didn't get a three, and I didn't get an eight or something. I could always get sponsors on day eight. A sponsor is a sponsor no matter when the gift is given.

" Isaac; with the score of, eight."

Isaac cheers. He must have done something right. He did fantastic! Just the careers might not be to happy about that. But he did well!

I sit at the at the dinner table, waiting for my score. I really hope I do well. Sponsors are almost a s important as game makers.

" Iyla; with the score of, nine,"

I squeal. I got as high as a career! " Good job, kid." Johanna says..

" Otis; with the score of, six."

Six isn't great, but it most certainly isn't terrible. He stands a small chance.

I wait patiently for my score. I'm almost positive no other tribute was jumping through the training room. I'm definitely unique.

" Rue; with the score of seven." I grin slightly.

Chaff looks shocked. " How?" He asks. I shake my head smiling.

Enobaria is having a fit. " No! How!" Katniss just got an eleven. " That's impossible! She's from twelve!"

I shake my head. " She's just really good."

" Not better than you!" Enobaria yells.

" Calm down. She'll be dead in minutes." I say calmly.

" Obviously not! No tribute who gets an eleven will ever die in the bloodbath!" She screeches.

She screams in frustration. I suddenly feel angry. " Do you think she's going to win? Do think she'll beat me? Do you think she'll kill me?" I scream.

" You're going to beat her." She snarls. "You're right," I murmur. " I will."

When I wake, I am immediately whisked away by my prep team. All they talk about is parties and clothes. They barely acknowledge my presence.

While I'm getting my makeup done, Johanna barges into my dressing room.

"So Iyla, Sorry I took so long, Otis needing my help way more than you did." She explains. " For your interview we were thinking that you'd go for determined. Bold. But also heart felt. Anything really important to you at home?" I think about this. " My little brother, Angel." She nods. "Talk about him some too." We spend the rest of my prep talking about interview strategies.

Later, Cleo leads me into a separate room holding my dress. I gasp. It's beautiful. It's the same dark blue shade of my eyes. My heels are the same color. But they're five inches! Five freaking inches! At only fifteen, I'm 5'6. In these heels, I'll be 5'11. Oh god.

I practice walking around in them until it's time for me to go to my interview.

It's time for my interview. Enobaria and I spent hours working on it, so I'm not too nervous.

" Hello Clove!" Caesar says warmly.

" Hello Caesar." I say politely.

" So you I hear you throw knives. Are you good?" He asks.

" Yes. I'm the best. I could kill you from clear across this stage." I say. My voice deadly.

" Oh my!" Caesar exclaims. I smirk.

" Good evening Finch." Caesar welcomes me.

" Good evening."

" What can you do? What makes you stand out?"

" I am very smart. I have strategies." I say proudly.

" Well smarts can most certainly get you somewhere in the games." I nod.

" So Iyla, a nine in training! I see you're not using your mentors strategy!"

" No, I'm not. I don't want people underestimating me."

" Understandable," Caesar nods." Anyone at home cheering you on?" Wow. Caesar is making things very easy.

" Yes. My mother and little brother, Angel,"

" How old is he?"

" Seven."

"You're fast, you can climb, can you hunt?" Caesar asks.

" I can get food," I reply suddenly shy.

Caesar moves on. " So you got a seven in training?"

Later on the roof.

Tomorrow is the first day of the hunger games. I know that since I'm a career I shouldn't be nervous. But I am. I'm worried about killing kids. I mean they're children. They have the same right to live as I do.

I start sobbing. Why was I reaped? Why didn't someone volunteer? Now I'm stuck here being forced to be a murderer.

I walk onto the roof, feeling nervous. I go over a few of my strategies in my head. You can win Finch. You probably won't have to kill anyone.

I know I'm smart enough to win, but the career pack is strong enough to win. There is no doubt in their minds. They've been training since they were eight in district one, and twelve in district two.

I stare into the artificial Capitol. I turn to leave.

I walk onto the roof. I couldn't get any sleep. 'You can do this, Iyla' I think to myself.

Almost as immediate as I got there, there was a strong gust of wind. I turn to leave.

As I'm getting to the the door I bump into the brunette career. I believe her name was Clove.

" I'm so sorry!" I exclaim. Then I notice her tear stained face.

" It's fine," She chokes out.

Then the district seven girl walks in. " Oh my god! I'm terribly sorry!" She says.

They look very similar. Except that Clove has tears, and District seven doesnt. And district seven has blue eyes but Clove has green.

After the girl walks up, Clove runs out crying.

I run into our floor still crying. I hope nobody else is awake. But sadly that didn't happen. I cross the living room to get to my own room, but seated on one of the couches, was Enobaria.

" Clove! Wher-" She notices the tears.

" What's wrong?" She asks her eyes filled with concern.

" I don't want to kill children. It isn't right." I say sobbing.

Enobaria brings me into a hug. " You weren't joking about the nerves were you?" She asks softly.

I shake my head. " Why didn't someone volunteer? I wasn't supposed to be here until I was eighteen."

" Someone should've volunteered, I know. Killing really isn't right, no matter how we were taught."

" But I can't get out without killing someone. I want to live." I cry.

She hugs me tighter. " It's okay. You can win. You'll figure it out."

I nod. She lets me go and returns to the sofa. I walk to my room.

Okay yes I'm going with an EnobariaPOV. I love her so much so cut me some slack.

Brutus walks into the sitting room. " What was that, Eno?"

" What?" I ask sarcastically.

" The thing with Clove. No offense, Eno, but you're not a very compassionate person." Brutus says.

" Clove has always been like the daughter I've never had." I explain.

" How did that happen?" He asks.

" Well Clove had just become an orphan, and her parents and I were friends before the games, so I came to pay her a visit." I sigh. " As soon as I walked into the house, she hugged me crying. So from then on, I came every Sunday. Then she started at the academy, and I saw her every day for training. She is just the sweetest kid,"

Brutus nods. " So you've adopted her?" He asks.

I shake my head. I haven't even thought of that.

" You must really want her to win, don't you?" He asks.

" Of course I do. Now I'm kind of worried." I say.

" I'll go catch some shuteye," Brutus announces.

He walks away.