We all sat on the bench. Waiting nervously for our names to be called. Then we would have to go into the training centre to show the Gamemakers our skills. Glimmer was clinging to my arm the whole time. I could feel Clove glaring at her/us…Marvel's name was called first, and he started to walk. As he passed, I gave him the fist, wishing him luck. 10, 15 minutes passed. "Glimmer Rambin" The automatic voice called. Glimmer stood up and I gave her a hug. She smiles and does something totally UNEXPECTED and UNNECESSARY. She planted a kiss on my cheek. Then, with a wink, she skipped into the room. My face was burning as I sat back down on the bench stiffly. I wonder what Clove thought of that? I'm pretty sure all the feelings she had for me are long gone. I hope…

"Cato Hadley"

My heart thumps heavily as I walk into the room. I see the Gamemakers sitting up on a special platform. "Cato Hadley!" I call up to them. The head Gamemaker, Seneca Crane nods his head politely. "You may start, Mr Hadley"

I nod and make my way to the swords. I grab one of the ones that looked pretty sharp. I weighed it in my hand. I could work with this. I made my way to a circle of foam dummies. I glanced at the Gamemakers. They all looked interested. I gripped the handle and took a deep breath. I swung my sword and sliced a dummy clean in half. Without hesitation I turned and sliced two heads in one swing. I turned again and stabbed another dummy. My sword poked through the dummy's back. I jerked my arm back and the sword came out. I twirled the sword in a fancy way that my Dad had taught me. Seneca Crane raised his eyebrows, impressed. "Ready?" He asked, grinning. "For wha-?" I start. Crane presses a button on his armrest and I hear a whirring sound. My ears prick up and my fighting instincts kick in place. I spin and just in time, see a dummy rushing at me. I swing the sword but the dummy ducks. It was on an automatic moving thing. My eyes follow the dummy, anticipating its next moves. Realizing time was running out, I ran at the dummy. I managed to cut its arm. I tackled it to the ground and, sitting on its stomach, stabbed it repeatedly. I hear another clicking sound. I take my sword, twirled it so the point was facing backwards and stabbed. My head didn't turn an inch. The satisfying sound of foam tearing apart reached my ears. I smiled to myself. As I stood back up and turned around to the dummy that had a hole through it. A few Gamemakers applauded. I bowed (as I was taught) then strolled over to put the sword back onto the rack.

"Come on! It's time to watch the scores!" I walked out of my room excited but sad. I don't know why. I just haven't been myself these days. I'm always feeling depressed and upset. Lovesick. Was the first word that came into mind. But I brushed it off. No way! We all sat down to watch the scores. Caesar Flickerman appeared, sitting at a desk holding a piece of paper. My heart leapt. I hope Clove and I get good scores. I mean, uh... I get a good score. Caesar begins to talk. He explains how, after three days of careful evaluation, the Gamemakers give us a score from the scale, zero to twelve. "Marvel Quaid… With a score of…" Behind Caesar, Marvels face appears and a number 9 flashes. Nice work bro. I think. "Glimmer Rambin with a score of…nine!" Caesar announces. I see Clove roll her eyes. "Jealous much, Clove?" I say. "WHAT?! I mean...Why?! I...why..." She stutters. "I'm just messing with you!" I laugh. Clove sits back in her chair with a huff. In her eyes, I saw jealousy. But it won't be because of the scores right? Then what would it be? "Next, from District 2, Cato…With a score of…" I hold my breath as I see my face appear.

"TEN!"

"Yay!" Jingles squeals. "Well done! Cato!" Everest says. "Thanks" I reply. Happy with myself.

"Clove, with a score of…A ten as well!"

The room erupts with cheers. The adults are all cheering and giving toasts to each other. Clove and I both stand up, just to join in the happiness. Clove catches my eye and once again, we are locked in each other's gaze. Time seemed to freeze and all the cheers faded. There was no sound, nothing in my world. All there was, was Clove and I. Nothing else seemed to matter. Only us existed. "Cato?" Clove says. I snap back into reality. "Nice job Cato. Ten is really good." She tells me. "Th-Thanks…You did really well too" I say. She nods and suddenly rushes forward and hugs me. She is like, one head shorter than me, she wrapped her arms around my waist, her head was on my chest and I was just standing there clueless. Personally, I enjoyed this feeling. But I can't …I must…I pushed her away gently. "D-Don't…" I mumbled looking away. Pain filled her eyes. I sat back down on my seat as the adults calmed down. I watched the scores silently. Everyone got really low scores. None of the other tributes got more than seven yet. "District 11's Thresh, with a score of…NINE!" I breathed heavily. This is a force to be reckoned with… I have to kill him! The earlier, the safer Clove would be… "Rue, with a score of a seven!" Wow...I wonder how she got that?

"Peeta Mellark with a score of an EIGHT!" I can't believe he got that high! "Katniss Everdeen…" Caesar says slowly. I hold my breath. Please be under eight…please… Caesar double checks his paper. Did he look at it correctly?

"A score of ELEVEN!"Caesar exclaims. "An ELEVEN!?" I hear myself yell. "How could she get an eleven!?" I was raging. "Calm down Cato!" Jingles says. Clove stands up and pulls me into my room. "What?" I argue angrily as she shuts the door. I continue to rage and kick the wall. I throw lamps at the ground. Enjoying the sound of it shattering. Clove looks through the bathroom, looking for something. I ignore her and keep yelling. "AN ELEVEN!? NO WAY! HOW COULD SHE?!" Clove rushes over to me. She tackles me to the ground, completely pinning me down. I struggle. (She is surprisingly strong for her size) She then pushes something into my mouth, forcing me to swallow it. I knew what it was instantly. I swallowed it and calmed down. She got off the floor and I stood up. I embarrassedly rubbed my neck. "Um…Thanks…for...You know…helping me…" I say to her. "Yeh…Its okay…But, Cato…you really have to learn how to control your temper…its getting worse…You wont have your medicine in the arena you know"

"I know. I know…" I sigh. I have anger management problems…No one in the world knows…No one except for Clove. "I'm sorry. Did I hurt you?" I ask. Because I am not always in control during a rage. I don't know what I do and I can't control myself from doing anything. "No, you never hurt me." She replies with a smile. I blush slightly. Then, realising that she was beginning to like me again, I asked her. "Do you like Glimmer?"

"No. I ...Well, maybe-"She stammers. "Why? Do you like her?" She asks, suddenly changing the subject. "Yeah, well she's okay. Maybe better than okay. I don't know. She seems to like me..." I say. "And you like her back?" was the suspicious reply. I grin. "Maybe…" Her face darkens and she turns to the door. "We… better go out now." She mutters. I follow her footsteps as she walks out. I whistle a happy tune. (Trying to act happy when I am actually really depressed) We walk back into the living room and sit back down. I have no idea why. The scores are over already. "Cato, would you PLEASE explain, why you were suddenly so angry just then?" I look at the floor. "I have anger management problems…" I mumble. "LOOK AT ME WHEN YOU ARE SPEAKING TO ME! MANNERS!" Jingles commands. Woah… I never knew Jingles could be so fiery. What should I say to her? Not the truth definitely and not the other reason. The other reason which was that I'm worried that Katniss would be a threat to Clove. Hmmm… that gave me an idea. Should I risk it? Yes-NO! Yes! I have to!

"It's because I like Glimmer!" I exclaim suddenly.