I skipped into the elevator, and laughed as I wiped my 'fake' tears off my face. The elevator shot up, and I closed my eyes, and felt like I was flying. I wouldn't even have noticed the doors open, had it not been for Gale waiting for me by the door.

"What's wrong?" He asked, with an expression of deep concern. I smiled and answered.

"Nothing." I started walking toward a small lounge. I was beaming and didn't want to be all lonely in my room.

"So, how'd your session go?" I knew he was still annoyed from earlier, but I didn't care.

"Fine, I guess, I mean nothing special. What about you?" He just shrugged as we reached the lounge. I plopped down on the couch, and used the little box thing to turn the television on. A show about cake decorating came on. "Oh, I love those cakes. You know like the ones in the bakery shop window? I used to love to just stare at them and I remember thinking they must have been created by magic." I watched a man swirl so many colors together it made my head spin. I just sat and watched until I was called to dinner. I didn't even notice Gale leave.

I headed into the dining room. Everybody else was already there. I took my seat, and put some red jello-o on my plate. It was very quiet. I just served my self everything I could reach except this big bowl of slop with a lot of chunks floating in it.

"So how was training?" Cinna asked. Gale gave another shrug.

"Alright." I answered more politely.

"What scores do you think?" Haymitch said this a bit too loud, and I could tell he was drunk.

"Something low, like our tributes always get." Gale said giving Haymitch a sideways glance.

"Um, I think like a 5." I answered nonchalantly. Haymitch makes a face, but I can't identify the emotion.

"That would be a perfectly fine score, Primrose." Portia tells me and I nod.

After dinner everyone headed to a larger lounge, and we sat to get our scores. The brutish boy from two gets a 10. All the careers pull nice scores. Everybody else between a 3 and 8. Skeet gets a 9. Pretty impressive, but I don't dare glance at Gale. Rue gets a 7. Then after her district partner, my face is flashing with a 7 under it as well. A 7! Yes! I don' t get up to cheer or brag however since Gale was up next. If Gale didn't get a 9, the internal competition between him and Skeet wouldn't ever end. His face appears and his score is a…9! Yes! They're equal! I let out a sigh of relief.

I got some pats on the back, Gale got more, but we weren't that spectacular. I headed to my room, and, for the first time in a while, had a good dream.

Beep beep beep beep be-

I slammed my hand onto my alarm. It was 9, a little late for a tribute, but I guess I deserved it. I headed to the dining room, and found only Effie.

"Come on eat. We have a lot to get done." I snag a star fruit and was dragged off to a ballroom by Effie.

I was given a light yellow ball gown, that pooled around my ankles. "Um, Effie? This dress is too long." I gave her a questioning look and she just laughed.

"Put on your shoes, silly girl." I looked down at the several inches of fabric on the ground, and wondered what kind of shoes could lift me that much. She set down a pair of high heels. I'd never worn high heels, but they looked painful. These were about 4inches tall and sure enough when I stepped into them, the dress just barely grazed the floor.

The next few hours were hard work, but I managed to complete every task Effie threw at me. By lunch my feet ached, but I kind of enjoyed being a lot taller than usual.

I had lunch then headed to Haymitch. He had a very easy time helping me with my pitiful/sweet act. I answered his questions with ease and he dismissed me early.

I headed back to my room and took a long shower. I stood under the water and imagined what it must be like to live here. Were you are never hungry, or cold, or without proper clothes, or threatened with brutal laws. I think it would be a lot better if my family lived here, but still District 12 had a certain effect no other place will ever have. It of course is the only place that feels like, like home.

After my shower, Cinna came too my door and took me to a small styling room. My prep team touched up my face and legs for hair then helped me into a vile bath. I had to sit in it for almost an hour! It smelled gross, but I knew I shouldn't complain. After they let me out and scrubbed the goop off me with scrub brushes (very rough ones), they started on my make-up and nails. They cleared my face of all features before applying darker stuff to bring them back out. After about 45minutes they started whispering and giggling in a circle before deciding to fetch Cinna.

Sorry this was kind of an in between chapter. The next one will be the interviews. Oh, I can't believe how close we are to the games. Sorry I've been well absent from this story. Do you guys think I should keep the arena the same as the book or change it?