AN: So, I only had one reviewer this chapter. :( Thanks to hunger-games-145, and I hear ya. I want to update this story, I have tons of ideas, I just don't have that much time. But I know at least one person is excited for my updates. :)

The next couple of days go by quickly and quietly. I don't have the nerve to bring up what I saw the first day of training to Romolo.

But when I wake up, I know that today's important. It doesn't take the loud knock on the door from Fen, stating that, "You need to eat! We have to get going!"

I honestly don't need Fen herding me around like a sheep. But if it makes her happy, whatever.

I get up and put on yet another training outfit. I don't get why we have to wear these. This will be probably the last outfit I will ever choose. If I got to choose it, that is.

I make my way to the dining table, where no one is there yet. Except Fen. I sit down with a plate of fruit, and she looks me up and down.

"Is everything ok, dear?"

How can she tell?

I shake my head. "Nah, I'm just nervous for performing for the Gamemakers."

Nice save, Viviette.

It was true, today all the tributes would be showing their skills to the Gamemakers. We would each receive a score that night, based on our performance from zero to twelve, twelve being the nearly impossible, and zero being boring and idiotic. I have no idea exactly what I'm going to do for them, but I already know that I'm not going to do that well. I'll be lucky to get a five. I'm not exactly the fighting type. Maybe I'll camouflage myself against something, but that sounds a little boring. The weapon of choice for me is a small dagger, but honestly, I don't know how to use it, even with my three days of training.

My life is ending now.

Everyone sits, waiting to go. Romolo has his arm around my shoulders, and offers a glare at anyone who does as much as stare for more than three seconds.

The first person to go is the Distrct One male tribute.

"That's Marvel," Romolo whispers in my ear. I don't dare ask him how he knows.

Tributes slowly leave, and they don't come back when I presume that they're done. Finally, when the District Four girl is called, Romolo removes his arm from my shoulders, looking around. "Can you believe it?" He whispers, "I'm nervous."

I laugh, just slightly. It's a nervous laugh, because I know I'm still much more scared than him. "Romolo Edwardson, nervous?"

But he doesn't have time to answer. He has to go. And I'm left sitting alone. Everyone besides Romolo and I had been separate and silent, but I shake it off until I notice the District Twelve tributes. They're talking and chatting, but I can't figure out if they're friends or something more. The fact that they're stealing our thunder, our small act of rebellion makes me want to throw up. Ugh. I have to be more careful of that phrase. But then again, that was the night...

But it's time for me to show what I'm made of. I walk into the gym with my shoulders back, trying not to shake.

I start off running as fast as I can without making a sound. I head to the camouflage station and start a pattern on my arm. It resembles a cloudy day in the treetops. I'm actually proud of it, and I look to the Gamemakers in the bleachers for consent. Some nod, while others just look at me confused.

Figuring I need to do something impressive since they had just witnessed the Careers and their amazing talent, I go to the knives and daggers. I examine them for a minute before picking a couple delicate, jagged daggers. I toss them towards the wall, one at a time, aiming for any spot on the wall, but one of them hits right on the line where the paint changes colors, making me seem better than I am.

"That's enough," One Gamemaker informs me. I have no idea if that's a good thing or not, but I nod and murmur a thanks before running as fast as I can out of the crazy place.

Later that night, we all sit, waiting to see our scores. I'm not particularly excited. I probably got a three, a four if I'm lucky.

As the scores come up, the Careers are getting their normally high scores, and I;m barely even watching. I'm curled up next to Romolo, who seems pretty excited for some reason.

Then Romolo's face flashes on the screen with a number:

Nine.

Nine?

Nine!

How in the world did he get a nine?

I don't have any time to think before my face is showing up now, and my score:

Three.

I get some glances from Marie and Jason, Margaret, and Fen. But they don't say a word. They look back to the screen, watching the rest of the scores.

Three. What did I do wrong? Nothing. But maybe I could use this to my advantage. Careers tend to go after the higher-scoring tributes first during the bloodbath. So maybe I can run in and get something without them even attacking me. Maybe because I'm small, too.

I turn my attention back towards the scores again, and they're on the last one: the girl from District Twelve. Her score:

Eleven.

What? She didn't seem that impressive. A bit bigger than me, but she seems shallow and slightly stupid. But maybe she's hiding something. I better be careful around her.

My life is ending now.

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