As soon as the metal doors shut behind me, all other thoughts left my head, except for one:

This is it

I walked over to the booth where the game makers sat, gave them a slight out of respect. Couldn't hurt, right?

I turned around, and strolled over to the knives. They were beautiful sliver. I picked up four of them, one between each finger of my right hand. I faced the targets, and let my instincts take over.

I wasn't in control of my body, or at least that's what it felt like. One after another, the knives flew across the room as I jerked my arms to make sure the knives went were I wanted. One by one I heard all of the hit the targets like beats on a metronome.

I looked up, terrified.

And, I was pleasantly surprised. All the knives were wedged into the center of each target.

"Thank you." I said humbly before I left.

That went very well. But, where the heck did that come from...

I never really trained before. But I can't afford to let this add to the list of drama that going on in my life.

I was kinda anxious to find out my score, and secretly interested in Charlie's score. He was one of the kids who trained, but, not a lot. He was strong, so he could've thrown some stuff around, or something.

The faces of Ranch Flickerman and Timothy Pinstrip appeared on our television. Timothy was the announcer, but it seemed like he would be happier being the head Gamemaker.

"As you all know, the tributes are scored from a scale of ten to twelve, based on how well they did at their privet session." Timothy explained.

"Our tributes from District 1, ladies and gentlemen." Ranch said.

"Dak Martom."

He received a ten.

"Sparkle Rank."

Also a Ten.

"District 2, Audri Baum."

...

"Nine."

WHOOP!

"Charlie Tank."

Oh gosh...

"Eight"

Cheers came and went quickly. We all paid close attention to our opponents.

"Savannah Glades."

She got a 7. Upon further inspection, I realized that was the girl sitting with Sarah, the one Chance wants to add to our group...

Then it came to Sarah's name.

"Four."

Huh?

I kinda wondered why she received a four...

But it isn't the time to worry about it. Tonight's the interviews, and I'm not gonna lie, I was kinda excited to be dolled up again.

I went back to my room where Tali was waiting. As a good escort would, she gave me a little pep talk and gave me some basics on what's going to be asked.

I actually really appreciated it.

I followed Tali to my designated dressing room. She wished me good luck, and left me alone with Vark. He didn't say much. He curled my hair and put on my make up in a way that gave me a if-I-was-perfect-this-is-how-I'd-look-when-I-woke-up-in-the-morning look.

He lead me to a little wardrobe, opened it, and presented my offit.

My heart sank into my stomach. It was the pink dress from my nightmare. Or at least was very similar to it. It was a topless baby-pink dress, with little silver dots that danced when the light hit them, that flowed down into a simple skirt that went down to my knees.

I put it on and looked the mirror. I looked beautiful and terrified at the same time. I guess Vark had noticed and handed me a small black box. I opened it and pulled out my dad's blue locket. I instantly felt better.

I wanted to see my Dad again. I wanted to know the truth. But this locket was the only connection I had to him right now.

And, that's ok.

To finish up the outfit, Vark handed me silver strap on high heels.

He looked at me and said, "You're beautiful." The same thing he said to me the first time we met.

"Thank you," was my returning comment.

Ranch Flikerman was the charismatic figure who had light green hair, green eye brows, and to top it off, green lipstick. He looked pretty eccentric, but his appearance matched his personality. He was weird, but in a good way. He was the type of person you could never hate.

I didn't really pay attention to Sparkle and Dak's interviews. I was only caring about one person, and that was me.

"Let's meet our tribute from district 2!" Ranch cheered. I walked to the center of the stage. I feel everyone's eyes staring at me from behind.

"Audri Baum! I bet everyone remembers you! At the tribute parade, you stole my heart!" He cupped his hands protectively over his heart. "Am I right people!"

A roaring cheer came from the crowd.

"Thank you." I reply with a modest chuckle.

"So tell me about yourself. What's life like in District Two?"

Oh gosh, um, what do I say... What's the thing I love about district 2...

"Swimming. That's my favorite thing to do." I reply, hoping I didn't sound to hasty.

"Swimming? Huh, that's not something you hear from District two! Looks like we found a hidden treasure! Tell us, what makes it so special." He eagerly asked.

"Well, lets see. Some people view it as exercise , others a quick way to cool down. But then there's me. When I'm in the water, everything else fades. It's just me, flying through the deep blue waves. It's what I love. I feel like a child when I'm swimming, and the water's my blanket. Everything makes sense."

I reply as if I had been saying it my whole life. When truth is, I never really did tell anyone about it...

"Wow, I never really thought about it that way. Truly spectacular. Now tell me, Aubri, do you have a boyfriend back home?" Ranch inquired.

"I do not." I replied dryly.

I glanced at the screen that mirrored us, and I could see the mixed emotions that were crossing Charlie's face.

Oh, Ranch, how perfect you are.

"What! A beautiful girl like you?" Ranch gasped, over emotionally.

"Yep," I clarified. " Not many people notice me; they don't know me."

"Well, , you're here now. Here's the chance to show who you are."

The buzzer went off, signaling the end of my interview.

"Good luck, Aubri." Ranch wished me, with honest truth. "Ladies and gentlemen, Aubri Baum, District 2!" Ranch could hardly be heard over the screaming crowd.

I skipped over to my seat , proud of myself.

Charlie's interview went very good, as well. He talked about, his friends and his family. He seemed very happy to be talking about something besides himself . I don't think many people cared about his home life, just his training or whatever. I was kinda happy for him, until he snottiness returned.

"I'm ready, all my friends want me to come home, and that's exactly what I'll do!"

Deep down, in the back of my mind, I scared of Charlie. He really wanted to go home. But I quickly suppressed that thought and replaced it with the fact will power can get us anywhere, and mine will get me home.

Hey guys! Hope you guys are liking my story. I do really enjoy comments. So if you have any constructive critism, or you think Aubri's a Mary Sue ( which I'm trying so hard not to do!), or what ever, leave a little review.