I really enjoyed writing this chapter, so I hope that you enjoy reading it. I think it's my favorite so far. Tilly is just so random and out there.

And yes, the answer to the last question was "just stop imagining," I really can't fool any of you, especially Everbloom M. Just you wait Everbloom, one of these times, I will stump you!

Tilly Vaneguard watched the screen intently as she waited for the program to start up. Today was the day where the scores would be aired. Tilly watched the Hunger Games religiously every year. This year she wanted to sponsor the child who won.

Tilly wanted to be famous, she wanted her name lit up in lights. She wanted a child forever grateful to her for sponsoring the said child in the games and helping said child to win.

The face of the boy from one flashed on the screen, he scored a 10. Tilly didn't really want to sponsor a career, almost everyone sponsored careers, she didn't want to be part of the everyone. No, she wanted to cheer for the underdog. She wanted to shock everyone when her sponsored tribute won and theirs didn't.

The girl from one was next, she also scored a 10. Tilly thought that Lenea was beautiful, that hair of hers would definitely earn her some sponsors.

District 2 was next, Tilly cracked her neck, smiling at the sound that it made as Dragan's face floated into view. Ewww, she definitely wasn't sponsoring him, he was too scary looking. She wanted to sponsor someone that she could at least look at without wanting to run away in horror. She hoped that he wouldn't win the games. Scary looking children and ugly looking children were never received well.

The girl seemed worthwhile though. Sadie seemed like she would put up a fight, and there was something in her eyes that Tilly liked. Tilly always judged others by their eyes. Sadie managed to pull an eight.

Tilly wanted to sponsor someone who got between a 5 and a 7. Tributes who received above a 7 were most always careers, and those who scored below a 5 almost always died during the blood bath.

The boy from District 3 was also scary, he scored a 5. Couldn't the stylist's at least try to downplay the awful scar that marred his face. Tilly had to turn away in disgust.

One year, her best friend in the whole wide world, had sponsored a little girl from District 3, she also had a huge slice in her left cheek. Manda had said that the scar was a good indicator that the girl was tough. The girl had died the second day.

The girl from District 3 scored a 6. She was a very pretty girl and had an equally beautiful name. Skylar, the name rolled off of Tilly's tongue. She liked the feel of the name. She would definitely consider Skylar.

The last career District was next. They both scored eights.

The two smart Districts were next. Where brains ruled. The tributes from 5 and 6 were usually smart and calculating, but they were not ruthless killers.

The boy wasn't going to be worth Tilly's time nor money, not with his 3. But the girl was worth watching. Nan Weatherall managed to scrape a 6. Tilly added her name under Skylar's name.

Her heart just about broke when the District 6 siblings appeared. The boy, Colten, was definitely the stronger of the two siblings, even though he was younger. He pulled a five and his name was added to Tilly's list. Tilly almost added Nat's name, but then decided against it. Nat only scored a four. She wasn't going to make it with that low of a number. So maybe she should chose the boy, sponsor him, help him live. Then when he survived the arena and came back he would be forever in Tilly's debt.

Tilly spun an elegant tale in her mind.

"Thanks so much for sponsoring me, your gifts helped me live," Colt would say to her. Tilly would bat her eyelashes and tell him that it was her pleasure to help him. Then she would comfort him because of his dead sister.

Hmmm.

"Tillagarde Maelynn Vaneguard, get your head out of the clouds and watch the show," her mother simpered from the lavish couch.

"Oh but mama, I was just thinking," Tilly began, but was cut off rudely by her mother.

"Yes Tillagarde, I know, you were dreaming," Mrs. Vaneguard sighed, her daughter was too dreamy for her taste. Then again, Tilly had grown up in the capital, she was too spoiled, dotted on constantly by her father. Given all the money in the world. She would have to have a word with Mr. Vaneguard about the way they were raising their only daughter.

"But mama, I wanna sponsor a tribute, daddy said that I could sponsor this year, I think I wanna sponsor the boy from 6."

Mrs. Vaneguard turned up her nose, "that is nonsense Tillagarde, you are not going to waste your father's hard earned money on a child who will die the first day. Just look at his score, only a 5, he has no chance. And darling, please work on your grammar before you speak again, I swear, we are spending precious money to have you properly educated and you are using words like 'wanna,' where did we go wrong with you?"

Mrs. Vaneguard looked up to the ceiling as if it would answer her question. The skies did not deliver.

"I suppose you were spending all of your time making sure Zertuscious and Pertuvous married nice young capital girls," Tilly mused. Mrs. Vaneguard had succeeded in that venture. Both of their wives had very important jobs, they were career woman. Tilly just wanted a niece or nephew to play with, but both of her sister-in-laws insisted on advancing to the top of the corporate ladder before producing offspring.

District seven finally came on after a short break where Caesar Flickerman was trying to up sell his current shade of lipstick, a ghastly green brown color.

The boy, Hunter, was given one of the lowest scores so far. Tilly wondered why, because he looked quite capable of being able to handle himself in the arena. Maybe he had threatened the Gamemakers so to get revenge they gave him a lower score then he deserved. Or maybe he had frozen up, but he didn't look like the type to freeze up under pressure. So many fantasies that she could come up with, but none of them were probably the real reason why he had only gotten a 3.

The girl from seven, Autumn, snagged a seven, the highest score so far from a non career. She was the only one who had the same number as her district. Tilly thought that was cool. It would be cool if one from 12 got a 12, or one from 11 got an 11. Or one from 10 got a 10. Tilly could go on and on, but a career from 1 would never get a 1.

Autumn would be worth watching. There was something about her, something about her eyes. There was a fight in them, but Tilly could also see anger and pain. Tilly wondered about Autumn's past and hoped that it would come up during the interviews. Autumn intrigued Tilly.

Actually, all the tributes sparked Tilly's interest. Sometimes she even imagined what it would be like to be a tribute. Of course, one time she had said that thought out loud and her mother had heard her. Tilly wasn't allowed to get the altercations that she wanted. Oh how they had argued that night.

But there was just something fascinating about going into an arena where one knew not a single soul. Tilly would sometimes imagine that she was one of the tributes, last year Glenda Mervak from District 5 had piqued her interest the most. Tilly would go around acting out scenes as if she were Glenda. She would quote Glenda much to the displeasure of her numerous friends.

When they had to write journal entries in grammar class, Tilly would write about her adventures in the arena and her latest kill. She had gotten kicked out of several classes because of that, and had had to sit through countless lectures from teachers, principals and parents. But Tilly couldn't help that she had an over active imagination.

The specialists were now saying that over active imaginations were now a disease. Tilly didn't believe it for a second. But her mother bought into the propaganda. Mrs. Vaneguard had taken Tilly to more doctors then Tilly could count with both hands. She had been placed on seven different medications and had been grounded for no less than twenty four times. But nothing would stop her imagination.

Tilly left the fun corners of her mind as the scores for District 8 were aired. The poor frightened boy only managed a two. He wouldn't get a single sponsor, but it wouldn't matter. Corbin Pierce would be long gone by the time sponsors started to send in gifts. Someone had to die first, and Corbin would be among the dead bodies littered on the ground by the cornucopia.

The girl from 8, Elysia Holland also had little chance of surviving. Tilly didn't remember her getting reaped, the girl just had a very forgettable face. Maybe if she hid she would have a chance. But not everyone could hide.

Once Tilly played a huge game of hide and go seek. It was for everyone at school, more than one hundred kids participated, and they had over 3 acres where they could hide. There were 3 original seekers, and all the rest hid. Everyone was found within seven hours. Hiding was pointless when one was being sought.

A boy with a very mischievous face appeared. Fret Harmis from 9. Subtract three from his District number and one ended up with his score. His number was in the range that she was willing to sponsor, but she didn't want to sponsor him. There was something about that twinkle in his eye, something evil, something sinister. His eyes told a story about betrayal and tragedy. His face couldn't disappear fast enough.

A girl with a friendly face appeared next. Sares Tuck with a score of seven. She looked like a fun girl. Tilly had actually never conversed with someone who wasn't from the Capital, but Sares seemed like a fun girl to get to know.

Tilly almost cried when she saw the scores for District 10, both the boy and the girl were given 2's. That made three tributes with 2's.

The boy from 11, his name was Richard, what a weird name, Tilly mused. She had never heard that name before. Some of the other tributes had annoyingly common names, but this boy, it was unusual.

Then came Casey, with a pretty good score of 7. Not many tributes past District 8 got above a 6. So far there were two, Sares and Casey.

Casey was glowing, as if she couldn't be happier. Her eyes sparkled, the corners of her mouth were tilted upwards, it was as if she held a secret that she wanted to shout from the rooftops but couldn't. Tilly wanted in on the secret. Maybe if Tilly sponsored Casey then she would tell her the secret after winning. Because whichever tribute Tilly was going to sponsor was definitely going to win.

"Maybe I'll just write down all the names that I like, then pick one from a bowl, I can hold my own reapings," Tilly spoke her idea out loud. She thought it was a pretty good one. Her mother on the other hand, did not.

"I think I'll take you to Dr. Browning tomorrow," Mrs. Vaneguard said as she flipped through a magazine, "maybe he'll be able to fix the, uh, 'creative' side of your brain."

"Aw darling, leave Til alone, she's just having fun," Mr. Vaneguard said as he lopped into the room and ruffled Tilly's spiky pink hair.

"Daddy, I can still sponsor a tribute, right, you promised."

"I know I did, which one would you like to sponsor baby girl?" Mr. Vaneguard smiled at his daughter while his wife glared at him. It was a good thing she had never gotten those green lasers installed in her irises like she wanted too. He would be pudding right now.

"Wait, wait, they still need to show District 12," Tilly shushed her dad as the boy's face appeared on screen.

"What do you think he'll get?" He asked his daughter. Tilly contemplated the question. She looked at his cool eyes, his emotionless face, the set line of his lips.

"I think he'll get a six," she replied as that same number popped up. Mrs. Vaneguard sighed, her daughter put too much value into the games.

"Wow, you're a good guesser," Mr. Vaneguard praised his daughter.

Tilly smiled, "how else do you think I'm passing my classes?"

Mrs. Vaneguard almost swooned, "oh please tell me that you don't guess. Please tell me that you do your work and you try your best."

"But you told me to never lie," Tilly said sweetly to her mother then turned to her father, "she's going to get a seven."

Sure enough, the prettiest girl to be shown received a seven. Tilly received another grounding, and was sent to her room.

"And you will do your homework," Mrs. Vaneguard called out behind Tilly's retreating back.

Tilly lay down on her sofa and contemplated the tributes. Oh how she wished she could be one of them. Going into an arena, fighting, having fun, getting air time, becoming famous. Oh those kids in the Districts had all the luck.

And interviews are next! Those are going to be fun to write too! I can't wait. I hope you all enjoyed Tilly as much as I did.

Question 9: What does Madge wear to the 74th reaping?