Later on that day, the whole District 2 entourage sits around the television, and wait for the program to come on. I'm still a little lost when it comes to Martha and the kiss from last night. I pull her aside and take her to the hallway where we'll get some privacy. "I think we need to talk?" I say.

"Are you talking about this?" she says and reaches up to kiss me.

"Exactly," I start. I liked the kiss, but our timing is completely off. "I don't think we can do this." She looks up at me with her sad eyes, and kisses me again. I cup her hands in between mine, and kiss her. She still looks sad though. She understands that we can't do this, but I want to do this, and so does she. "Don't get me wrong, I really like you, but we have no choice."

I hug her and kiss her, until I hear Marina call us back for the program. Today they're going to reveal our scores ranging from 1-12. I'll probably get a low score for my outburst today, but whatever, I'm still an attractive career. The sponsors will be crawling all over me. We sit down and Martha cuddles up next to me. I don't push her away, but I pull her closer. Destinique notices. She's about to say something when Rupalia starts the show. "Welcome, back, It's the day all of you willing sponsors have been waiting for. The day we reveal the score of our tributes." She starts off with District 1, as is tradition. Red has a score of 8, Glamour 8. I'm next..."Adonis Breach of District 2...10!"

Everyone cheers and it continues with Martha. "Martha Petra...9". The whole group's cheer turns into a roar! We're all excited now, but I know not to be to excited, we still have 20 more tributes to go through and any one of them could be better. There is one good thing to my score. I topped my brother's score of 9. Gammic and Crystal got 6, Roxy got 8, and Wrath got 9. The most surprising score is Cole from District 12, he got a 10. The only other 10 besides mine. I wonder what he did to impress the Gamemakers.

Destinique gathers us around and tells us the plan for tomorrow. We're spending time practicing our performance for our interviews with Rupalia the day after. She sends us on to bed.

I ly down and think about what the others did to impress the Gamemakers. District 12 has been known for archery skills since the rebellion, but it could also be something else. This was incredibly frustrating. I need some sleep for tomorrow.

The sleep isn't dreamless. I have a dream of the my final goodbyes to District 2. The Lady in Faith being the main character of my dream. She stands alone with me, handing me the glass ball necklace filled with purple and sea green sand. For some reason, I can also hear the clank of metal, as if it were opening and closing with powerful force. Then I hear the noise of something bulleting through the air when I wake up. I look around and see that it's still night time. I try and go back to sleep, but I fear of having the same dream, but eventually I do.

The next day, I practice with Destinique first. We practice what I'm going to say during the interview. Stuff like what character I am to portray. We finally decide on the seductive fighter from District 2. I am to stay tame, but I am allowed to flirt with Rupalia all I want until I get the crowd completely on my side. I then go with Marina and Rivers who help me with presentation. Mainly walking, perfect posture, and clear speech. They make me walk up and down the hall with a book on my head. The point was to walk straight, and to keep the book from falling. The whole day continues like this, and Martha and I are barely able to refrain from kissing. She looked gorgeous in a practice dress that Marina gave her.

Later on that day at dinner, District 1's entourage come to celebrate for tomorrow, and to discuss there plan for the games. They ask me to leave the room so I wouldn't be part of it, but I already know enough of them to possibly rule over them in the games. I don't care about what they do, as long as they keep Martha safe.

Tomorrow is the day of the interviews, and I'm not really worried about it. I'm pretty good when it comes to turning a crowd in my favor. I can bend words and make myself seem a bt more pathetic, and have people's sympathy in my hand. I can't help but think of what they're talking about, so I slowly sneak from my room to the dining room hallway where I can hear it all. When I get there I can hear that they are planning on what they are going to do to hold down the cornucopia. Apparently Glamour thinks highly of herself enough to keep some of the weaker tributes from getting any weapons if she gets there quick enough. Not if I get there first.

I hear all I need to when I go back to bed, and sleep. Tonight is completely rid of dreams. I can just faintly hear the slash of metal through air and a faint gasp for air. Mine, most likely.

When I wake up, I see that my prep team is waiting for me. They get me up, and without stopping for breakfast take me to the Stylist's headquarters to get me ready for tonight. This alone will take the whole day until then. They trim my hair to make it a respectable size. They wash me down completely of any residue of the last couple days. I haven't been able to take showers from all the things going through my head, but I don't smell to horrible. Some of them start working on my nails which isn't really necessary. They don't paint them, they just make them cleaner and more rounded.

They get rid of any fragments of teenage beard that grew in a bit, and then they start to do my hair. "Rivers wanted to ask you if you were okay with a bit of an alteration to your hair?" Verona asks.

"What type of alterations?"

"He said that we might dye a piece of your hair blonde." Mantua grabs some of my hair and shows in the mirror.

"If it's necessary for the costume then okay." I say and Rosaline squeals. They put on face masks and start spraying and tousle my hair so they can get any other loose strands. When I open my eyes, I'm unveiled to a different Adonis. This one had blonde hair with jet black streaks. It seemed as if I was glowing. They ly me down again and they start applying small amounts of makeup. Nothing big, just things to make me less shiny. Once they finish, they tell me that I'll have a minute before Rivers comes in.

As they say their final goodbyes, I give them hugs so they know that I didn't mind there company. I approach the mirror and look deep into the eyes of this Adonis. He's no different. I can still fear the fear of going into the arena. I was shaking a bit, and I realize that this new look was nothing different. I was the same old me. Insecurities and all.

Rivers comes in and interrupts my train of thought. "Wow," he gasps. "I knew you'd look good in it!"

"Does this wash out, or do I have to go into the arena like this?" I ask him still looking in the mirror.

"I can wash it out before you enter the arena," he says. He pulls out a large black box and opens it to reveal a golden suit. I look at it and it feel soft when I run my fingers down the inside of it. "First let's do your hair, it's still kind of flimsy." He sits me down and then starts to work on my hair. After it's settled and done, he starts to put the suit on me. It's usual that Rivers thinks sex appeal when it comes to my appearance. The shirt isn't buttoned up to the top, maybe even halfway so I can give the crowd and sponsors something to fantasize about. He pulls on the golden-colored jacket over me and he looks at it.

"Is there something wrong with it?"

"No," he says. "But if something does go wrong on stage, like if you don't know what to say or do, just turn this button to the left." I'm about to do it when he stops me. "Ah ah ah! You don't want to ruin the surprise. But I do want you to use it, so you have to turn it before your turn is done."

"I'll do it." I say. We leave the room and we go to a hallway where all the tributes are waiting. Rivers releases me and tells me where my place is. When he leaves, Geisha and Martha show up. Geisha reassures us that they will be in the audience along with Destinique and Marina. She leaves the two of us alone along with the rest of the tributes. It isn't long before all of the tributes are here and the show is to begin. The music starts and we are led out on stage to parade ourselves. We are brought to our seats that is a dais behind Rupalia's main seat. Another song comes on and Flynt Ballyntyne announces Rupalia's appearance.

She comes out on stage with tall, bright red hair and a green dress that is covered in glitter and the designs look as if they were scales on fish. "Welcome, everybody!" she starts. "I'm your hostess with the mostess! And welcome to the 99th annual Hunger Games!" The crowd breaks out into a mutual roar.

"Let's get these interviews...started!"