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Later on, I am lying in my room thinking about my session. I am pleased that I incorporated archery, knife throwing, plant knowledge, snares, climbing, and a little bit of each knot tying and agility. I think that I might have managed to get a 9 or 10.

I wonder what score Alex will get? What score Faith will get? What score I will get? Soon I am called down for dinner. After dinner we will receive our much-wanted scores. I walk downstairs to the giant dinner buffet and get a tiny meal, I'm so nervous that I don't think I can hold down something substantial. I'm just wishing this peaceful silence will continue when Grace speaks up.

"So, what did you two do?" she asks. Alex's eyes shine as he explains his every move in the session in detail to everyone.

Apparently he mainly threw spears and axes, but also camouflaged and made snares. I know that Alex's snares would have been much more impressive than mine, but I have only just learnt. Grace nods after Alex finishes explaining how every spear he threw landed perfectly on the bullseye. Then it is my turn.

"First I shot only one bullseye with my bow and arrow, and then I figured how boring that is. I shot three ropes on the other side of the room. Oh, and then I threw knifes and shot more arrows into a wall and spelt out my name, an equals sign, and the word victor." I say, smirking. "Then I did the whole plants station in a few seconds. I also climbed a tree and tied a rope to a knife. I chucked the knife into another tree and swung from the rope, attached to the tree by the knife. I kind of flipped around the trees and climbed down, made a snare and caught a dummy in it. The I left." I finish, now with a bored expression on my face.

I'm glad to see that everyone looks impressed, even Alex.

"Good job, both of you!" exclaims Grace. "Well, I think it's time to go find out your scores!" she checks her watch and smiles, excited. We walk to the same room that we watched to reaping recap in and sit down. Soon some people start talking on the television about this year's tribute. I'm barely listening but I hear my own name pop up a few times.

Finally, the program begins with Caesar Flickerman introducing the show.

"After three days of careful evaluation, each of the tributes of the 60th annual Hunger Games have been given a score from 1 to 12. Now let's see where each of these contestants rank!" Caesar cries through the microphone, followed by a deafening cheer of the Capitol audience.

First, Pride shows up on the screen with a number 7 next to his large, empty head. Then comes Shine with a 10, Nutmeg with a 9, and Colin with a 10. I guessed that Colin would get at least a ten. Alex gets a 9 and I hold my breath, waiting for my score. My head pops up with an odd score beside it.

An eleven.

A murmur runs through everyone in the room and I gasp. I have the highest score of all the Careers! And I'm also a tied first for highest score in the Hunger Games history! Suddenly everyone jumps up and goes crazy. Well, everyone except Alex, who right now I'm guessing has slight jealousy problems.

Both the stylists, who I had hardly even noticed were there, hug me and Ezra kisses me on the cheek. Charlotte is squealing and making weird squeaky sounds. Grace slaps me on the back and is nearly crying with happiness. An eleven! I am surprised that I got a score so high. I take a free breath and slump down in my seat, relieved.

I look back at the screen and realise that I have missed all of District 5, all of District 6, and the boy from 7. The girl comes up with a 5. That's when I remember Faith. I pay closer attention now and watch the District 8 boy get a 3. Then I see Faith's face appear with an 8. Eight is a terrific score for someone from a district as low-lying as District 8! I grin and ignore the rest of the show.

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The next day, I wake up early. Today we have our interviews with Caesar Flickerman, and we will be broadcast live across the whole country. These interviews are another key way to getting sponsors. I'm glad for my score of 11 yesterday, because I know that now many sponsors will direct their money and prizes towards me.

I also know that Colin will have many sponsors as well, because of his high score and scary muscles. Same with Shine. Alex and Nutmeg might not be quite so lucky, but they are still Careers, and Careers naturally always get sponsors. I still can't believe that I received an 11! I didn't think that I was that good, but maybe it was that I excelled at a whole variety of stations in my session.

I look at the clock on the bedside table. It's 5.45a.m. I'm really not tired and I know that there are a lot of things to be done with me before the interview, so I get out of bed now. I go to take a shower, and decide to be a bit adventurous today. After all, my prep team will have to fix me up for the interview anyway! I close my eyes and gently prod a random button near the edge of the shower.

"Eek!" I screech as I am covered in alternating streams of purple bubble bath mixture and a disgustingly sticky, sweet-smelling liquid. Honey! That's what it is! Honey is an extremely rare delicacy back in District 4. I simply can't believe that some Capitol citizens shower in the stuff! I quickly switch off the shower and warily press some different buttons.

I gasp as I am covered in icy-cold water that is somehow even colder than the freezing water I accidentally used the other day. Then I quickly punch the hot water button. Oh good, I actually like this hot water way better than my normal warm water!

Feeling lucky, I press another button and am instantly deluged in orange flavoured whipped cream. Okay then. Having a whipped cream shower is a little odd, but I actually don't mind it. Soon I rinse myself off and get dry, smelling like oranges.

Because the interviews are today, I will receive a new outfit, so it doesn't really matter what I wear now. I get changed into a dark green shirt and black shorts. I leave my necklace that I will use as a token in the arena on a bench, and sigh. My token reminds me of my family, friends and District 4 in general. I miss my family so badly, and I am sure they are missing me terribly as well. I think of Jackson and Isabella, who I would guess would still be upset, and my parents, who would comfort my siblings

I walk slowly to the door, only to open it and see Charlotte standing there, poised to knock. She had obviously just come to wake me up. A bright smile lights up Charlotte's face and she says, "Good, you're already ready. Come down for breakfast now!" I do what she tells me and walk downstairs. The first thing I notice us a large bowl of that orange cream that I showered in this morning. I stare at it for a second, and then run forward ravenously. I don't remember feeling at all hungry before, but now that I see all these delicious foods, I can hardly control myself.

I fill a large plate with pancakes, bacon, sausages, fruit and much more. I sit at the table, where only Ezra, Charlotte and myself are present, and gobble down half my food. I stop mid-bite to get a mug of hot chocolate, then sit down again and finish my plate. Right as I finish, everyone else piles into the room, except for the prep teams. They must be busy preparing everything for when they have to do Alex and I up.

Just as the last person stumbles sleepily into the room, who happens to be Toni, I stand to get seconds. As soon as everyone is sitting down with a plate of food, Grace speaks, "Good luck with your interviews today!" She exclaims.

"Thanks!" I reply, with my mouth half full. Charlotte looks at me disapprovingly for that.

"I know that you will both be great. I bet the whole Capitol audience will absolutely love you!" Toni adds in, all traces of sleepiness suddenly gone. I gulp. The whole Capitol audience. These interviews might be a little scary with so many spectators. My fear must have started to show on my face because Grace looks at me with concern before saying, "Remember, Iva, you're confident, Alex you're deadly." What? Alex is meant to be deadly? Well I didn't know that. We nod and I finish my second plate.

I sit back and pat my belly, feeling bloated. "Come on Alex, the prep teams have to prep you and Iva now!" Ezra says. Oh yeah, now we have to get prepped again. But then we will also receive special new outfits for the interview, from Toni and Ezra.

"I'm ready!" I nearly shout.

"Okay, come on then." Toni sighs.

Toni and I walk to the prep room and Toni leaves, probably preparing some fabulous new creation for me to wear. The prep team instantly starts squealing, just at the sight of me. I wonder if they continuously eat sugar or something, to keep themselves so hyper all the time. I sit down and let the prep team soak me, wax me, soak me again, file my nails and repaint them, and straighten my hair.

As soon as they finish fussing over me, I am ushered over to the next room, where I will get my interview outfit. I wonder what Toni has created this time. I hope it's as good as the chariot outfit! The prep team run away squealing as soon as we reach the door, like a bunch of 4-years olds. I briefly glimpse Zolanda tripping over her own feet, before shaking my head and turning back to the door. They really are… enthusiastic. I sigh and knock on the door.

The first thing I see is one of Toni's bright green eyes peering through the sliver of door that he has opened. His light eyes brighten as soon as he sees that it is only me, and he flings open the door with an excited smile. I hope this excitement is because he has created something amazing and can't wait for me to see it!

"Good morning again, Iva!" Toni grins.

"Hey Toni!" I reply, somewhat cautiously, "Is the outfit good?" I have a feeling that Toni has created something perfect, judging by his satisfied grin that has not left his face.

"Wait and see." He tells me mischievously. He leads me to one corner of the room, but before I can see my outfit my eyes are covered with Toni's large hand.

"What?" I exclaim, surprised.

"You can't see it yet. I will put it on you and then you can see yourself wearing it. You'll love it!" Toni announces. I think for a brief second before agreeing happily, I actually like surprises!

I get changed into my costume, which I think now is another dress, but I am still blindfolded so I can't be entirely sure. Toni fixes my hair and places a hard headband around my head. Then I clutch Toni for support and balance as I step blindly into my shoes. My shoes feel only about 2 inches high and are actually quite comfortable and easy to move around in. He also gives me a necklace and bracelet, which I can tell are the same pearl ones from the chariot rides.

The dress feels smooth and soft against my skin, and though it reaches the floor, I can tell that it was made so that I can walk without tripping over. I shut my eyes tighter as Toni personally does my makeup. He does it lightly, as my face doesn't ever really need makeup.

"Okay, open your eyes!" Toni exclaims, still excited. I do open my eyes, and spin around to face the mirror. My big, dark blue eyes stare back at me for a moment and I see my own mouth open in a gasp. Once again, Toni has made me look absolutely beautiful.

The silky dress with light shades of blue fading into white compliments my skin shade perfectly. The headband is hard and silver, with a large blue circle at the front. The shoes are silver and go well with both the dress and the headband. Beautiful.

I look like… a princess? No. A… goddess? Yes! I look like a goddess, powerful yet beautiful. Even more so when Toni places a decorative trident in my hand.

"There, you look stunning!" Toni tells me.

"You're amazing, Toni!" I exclaim, launching forward to hug him tightly. He grins and hugs me back.

"Thank you Iva. Now you go get every potential sponsor on your side with your lovely personality and amazing smile!" he replies fondly.

At this I flash him a bright smile and answer, "Any sponsors I get will only like me because of you making me look beautiful."

"Now that's where you're wrong. Any sponsor would choose you because they admire your outstanding courage and beautiful personality. Besides, I didn't make you beautiful, nor did the prep team. All we did is play around with your hair and put you in a dress, your beauty is purely natural!" Toni finishes his enthusiastic speech and I roll my eyes.

"Okay Toni. Hey, did I tell you I love the dress?" I say.

"Well, I sort of figured you like dress. Now, it's really time to go." He replies. "Oh, and I'll be in the front row of the crowd. You know, just in case." He adds. I beam and walk out of the room.

I have to walk down the stairs carefully, as to not trip and fall down. I giggle nervously as I imagine my slightly clumsy self getting injured, right before the interviews and the arena. As soon as I reach the bottom of the stairs and enter the next room, I am engulfed in hugs and cries of "You look gorgeous!" I mumble a thank you and turn around just in time to see Alex entering the room.

He is looking striking in a tuxedo with a blue top, white tie and white pants. Now it's his turn to nearly fall over after being attacked with enthusiasm. He's panting as he finally emerges to look at me. "You look incredible, Iva!" he says rather nervously. I blush and reply,

"You look great too, Alex."

"No really, you look amazing!" Alex answers earnestly. My blush deepens and I resist the urge to stick my tongue out at him like a five year old. Instead I sigh and say, "Blame it on Toni and the prep team."

He laughs and says, "Well, I think we had better be going now." He looks to Charlotte for assurance and she nods, "Yes, the interviews start quite soon."

Remember everything that Charlotte and I taught you. I'm sure you'll both be great!" Grace exclaims.

"The whole Capitol will love you!" Charlotte adds

"You both look fabulous!" Grace smiles.

"Don't forget to smile, that goes for both of you. Iva, posture!" Charlotte reminds us, "Now let's go!"

We jump into our car and the driver takes us to our destination. Soon after, I start feeling nervous, my stomach feels like it's bubbling up and I'm barely holding my breakfast down. My hands are also shaking. I know that being nervous right now is completely out of the question, since my interview angle is meant to be confident. It is that thought that calms me down, I know that someone in the car would have noticed if I eventually started hyperventilating.

As soon as we enter the building I smirk, just in case one of my fellow tributes appears. I wonder what everyone's angle will be. All I know so far is that I'm confident and Alex is deadly. Oh, and Colin will probably be scary or intimidating or something along those lines.

Our interviewer is Caesar Flickerman, the nice man who has hosted the interviews for about 5 years now. Each year so far he has dyed his hair a different colour, just for the interviews. To me, he seems a little strange, but he is nice and always tries to work with each tribute's angle. I take a giant breath and burst into the room half-filled with tributes.

First I see Faith beaming at me, then Colin and Nutmeg waving Alex and I over. I smile back at Faith and quickly walk over to Nutmeg and Colin, just as the District 12 tributes pile in, with the Districts 7 and 11 following close behind.

"Hey, you two look fabulous!" Nutmeg exclaims. Colin just rolls his eyes, obviously not caring much about clothing.

"You look great too!" I reply, not really meaning what I say. In my opinion, they both actually look kind of ridiculous, with Colin dressed in an odd outfit that slightly resembles a spear. As for Nutmeg, I have no clue what her outfit is supposed to be. She is wearing a tight green shirt with black shorts, maybe she is a trainer or something from District 2? Anyway, her stylist is obviously not great.

"Please!" she laughs, exasperated, "Our stylist is the biggest idiot in the history of the Games!" Colin and Alex share an annoyed look before turning around to the sound of the door creaking open. The District 1 tributes appear and Shine races over to us, leaving Pride to stand there awkwardly by himself.

Shine looks beautiful in a flowing white gown that reaches the floor. She is also wearing white gloves and an intricately designed silver tiara. District 1 girls always wear something similar to this, coming from the district that makes luxury items for the Capitol.

"Hey guys, excited for the interview?" Shine asks. We respond with a few murmurs of "yeah" and "mmhmm." Out of all us Careers, Shine is the dumbest. Maybe it is because she comes from District 1, where everything is easy for her and she would have never worked a day in her life, that she has time to get overly-excited and girly about everything.

I soon discover a small glass window near my head, and peer through it to see the first of the Capitol citizens taking their seats. I continue watching the seats fill up, and a small group of people in the audience notice me. They are giggling, waving and whispering to each other excitedly. One points at me, and a few other people also see me, so I leave the window, only to jump about a foot into the air when a voice suddenly comes from a microphone, informing us that the interviews start in about 10 minutes , and that we have to form a line in the order of our districts.

Alex and I take our places between districts 3 and 5, and wait for the interviews to begin. The girl from each district goes before the boy, so Shine will be first, being the female of District 1. I will be straight after the boy from District 3, whose name is apparently Huxley, but just before Alex.

Time to start the interviews.

Ooh who liked the interviews? :0 Longest chapter so far! Please review! Please? *Puppy dog face* Woof woof. Anyway... just ignore my pet unicorn cow thing who likes eating pickles. If you are a llama, don't forget to eat some cheddar cheese next Wednesday night. St Jimmys would really appreciate it. He would also appreciate it if you stop, drop and roll next time you see an orange turtle wearing a sombrero doing the salsa. Anyway... Thanks for reading!