CATO'S POV

I walk in the room as Clove gives me a small wave. I can tell she is trying to hide her tears from me.
"Clove, what's wrong?" I ask.
"Cato... promise you won't get mad at me or anything?"she asks, I can tell she's worried.
"Yeah, Promise."
"I... I'm pregnant,"she says, this time, with tears streaming down her face. Just before I open my mouth to try and comfort her, she says,"It's yours. The baby."
"Clove, I'm sorry,"I say, feeling guilty about everything. "Are you OK?"
She nods. "I'm fine. You'd better go back to training."
"You sure?" I ask, even more worried than ever. Getting Clove pregnant, especially when we were going into the Games - not one of the things we wanted to do.
She nods again, and I exit the room feeling more guilty than anyone could imagine. It was either Higgins or me. I think it was me.
As I exit the room, Clove stays inside and Mrs. Everdeen walks in again. I wonder what Clove might be thinking now, she must hate me. I walk toward Marvel and Thresh, who asked me what happened. I told them, and I could tell they wished they'd never asked, 'cuz it was kinda awkward. Jessica comes up to me, and says, "I'm really sorry."
"How'd you know?" I ask, puzzled.
"I went to the nurse because I tripped and I hurt my ankle, about an hour ago, and Clove told me." I nod.
"Hey, Jessica,"I say, "If you want to stay safe in the Games, don't get pregnant."
She smiles, and says, "OK."
Man, that girl seriously finds nothing awkward.\

PEETA'S POV

As training continues, we talk a bit, and the 8th Graders ask us about high school. We tell them about high school honestly, though. The amount of homework we have is quite a lot, but we have 2 hours of Homeroom period.
Training continues for hours until we're allowed to go back into our rooms. We are technically allowed into our rooms, but with Higgins as our mentor, she asks us to all sit on the couch.
Katniss sits beside me, and I whisper to her, "What do you think the freak's gonna make us do now?"
She shrugs her shoulders, she's obviously as curious as me.
"Hello, children," Higgins says, as we all roll our eyes. "As you know, Clove Anderson is pregnant. Well, go on, then, congratulate her!"
Clove gives Higgins her death glare and Rue slaps Higgins. Man, that moment is priceless.

How Higgins manages to find fun at this kind of a moment, we all don't know.

Cato, Finnick, and Thresh, however, speak up. They start throwing swear words at Higgins and accuse her of the things she did. That would be another priceless moment. Clove pulls Cato back into his seat and asks him to calm down. I'm sitting really far away from them, so I can't hear the rest of their conversation. It's all in whispers anyways.
However, Higgins says,"If Clove is pregnant, we'll get more sponsors."
All of us exchange glances. It isn't too bad of a reason, but at least tell us!
Glimmer is so quiet I honestly had forgotten she is even there.
"Well, if you're so desperate for sponsors, then any gift they're willing to give, you give us directly."
Glimmer has made a true point for the first time in 3 years. I think that can break a world record. I dunno. But Glimmer definitely broke every record the school has, except academics.
Rue is so mad, I don't know what for, that she starts playing some really loud melody on the piano, which ends up pretty good.
Higgins rolls her eyes. We roll ours back at her, until Katniss gets fed up and twists her tongue at Higgins, which makes that muffled elephant noise come again.

GLIMMER'S POV

We head back to our rooms and fall asleep. long day. I talk to Marvel as I slowly... drift... off to... sleep...

When I wake up, it's the second day of training, but Training only starts after lunch today until 3, because we have to practice for our our interviews. I'm not sure what angle I'm going to go with yet. I might go with sexy. Marvel says he's going with the funny-guy angle. It does suit him.
I get ready and I find that Gale isn't here yet. Finally I'm not the last!
Wait. Gale just came out of the kitchen with toast for us. Which means I'm last.
Again.
Clove talks to me a bit and tells me she's going for the sweet-sarcastic angle. She's definitely gonna tell everyone she's pregnant, might be the only way we'll get sponsors. Maybe they'll cut us some slack and give us more than we need, which would be a miracle.
The boys, however, don't think that I suit sexy for an angle. Oh, well. Boys will always be boys...