She's back...the Capitol girl with nothing to lose...watching the scores that could change and end lives forever...Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to Panem.

Main Characters: Amelia Airhate and all tributes.

The Capitol: Amelia Airhate

I was sitting in my living room, watching the blank screen and preparing for the tributes' scores. Mother sat next to me, and I think she tried to smile as she turned towards me; it looked like a grimace because of her surgery to "look younger". I personally couldn't tell the difference, but it was what she wanted and we had the money.

Marylin sat on the other side of me, filing her perfect nails. She was my best- friend, and loved the Games as much as I did. We had watched every single reaping, chariot ride, training score, interview and game for 17 years and still going strong. We were going for a world record without even thinking about it.

Mother sighed as we waited, and then announced that she was going to have a bath, I think. It sounded something like that anyway, I just heard, "Imhm goim moo hame a bahhm, mell me wham heh scorem arem." The Botox seemed to be working its magic.

"Mary, do you want to try and guess the scores again this year?" I asked my friend, who lifted her head up to look at me quizzically.

"Of course!" She exclaimed, and we laughed at the fact I even had to ask. We wrote down what we thought on a piece of white, District 7 paper. The screen flickered, and Panem's national anthem played out to us through the big speakers.

"Ladies and gentlemen, your tributes' training scores!" Claudius Templesmith announced, his voice ringing out from the screams of the Capitol crowd. Marylin and I watched as faces appeared on the television screen.

District 1. Parker Simons' face popped out at us, his curly red hair falling over his bright green eyes, his smile wide and full of hope. A 9 flashed over his picture.

Isabelle Luca's beautiful features were smug and scornful as her picture appeared. A 9 was shining on top of her.

District 2. Beldon Scourn's evil looking face and piercing dark eyes scared me as they glared at me from the television screen. A 9 was sitting proudly on the screen.

Cassia Hester's pink lips were pulled up at the corners cheerfully as she was caught in the act of swinging her bright blonde hair over her shoulder. A 7 flashed over her picture.

District 3. Jem Hedrill's eyes were lowered and he was not smiling in his photograph. A 4 was shining on top of him.

Natalie Samson's hazel eyes were glinting with hope to survive, but a 3 was sitting sulkily on the screen.

District 4. Storm Marlinfield was caught smiling, and I had only seen his grin at the chariot rides. An 8 blazed over his picture.

Sophia Sorenson was smiling with her dark head tilted to the side, her cheeks red with a sense of achievement. A 5 was shining on top of her.

District 5. Steath O' Malley had his shoulders hunched, and he was looking away from the camera. A 2 was sitting shamefully on the screen.

Yoko Trainedge was attempting to smile, but it came out as a grimace. A 3 flashed over her picture.

District 6. John Colby had his head lifted up, daring anyone to make a remark about the dark circles under his eyes and the yellowness of his skin. A surprising 5 was shining on top of him.

Nicole Angel had a small smile on her face, her fringe just covering her eyes, the innocent look bringing tears almost to my eyes. A 6 also was sitting proudly on the screen.

District 7. Klent Carter Jackson's head was dipped down slightly, a shy look in his large green eyes. A 4 flashed over his picture.

Casey Ellison was beaming at the camera, her warm brown eyes twinkling with warmth and determination. A 9 was shining on top of her.

District 8. Elliot Dean's pearly white teeth shone, and there was a mischievous look in his sea green eyes. An 8 was also sitting proudly on the screen.

Cetera Jellon looked even smaller on camera, her amber eyes staring out at Panem. A 6 flashed over her picture.

District 9. Finn Lovegood looked proud of himself, and his score even surprised him. A 5 was shining on top of him.

Beatrix Stein's gaze was cool and calculating, but I sensed a touch of pain and kindness in her broken smile. Another 5 was sitting on the screen.

District 10. Battler Mason had his broad shoulders pushed back, and his dark red hair fell over his strangely warm eyes. A 9 flashed over his picture.

Lyli Hyrman had her dirty blonde eyebrows raised, and her brownish hair was pushed behind her ears. A 6 was shining on top of her.

District 11. Kyrix Fin was slouched in his seat, a defeated look in his eyes. A poor 4 was sitting on the screen.

Sage Amerato was her normal bubbly self, and you could imagine her bouncing up and down in her seat. A 6 flashed over her picture.

District 12. Eko Raylor was hiding behind his dark brown hair, his hard grey eyes just glaring at the camera. A 6 was, again, shining on top of him.

Selena Yodis had one eyebrow raised in surprise, her lips just pulled up at one side. Like her district partner, a 7 was sitting proudly on the screen.

One 2, two 3s, three 4s, four 5s, five 6s. Only two 7s, three 8s, and four 9s. We had gotten a lot of scores completely wrong, but some, like all of the low scores, we had gotten right.

"How did Casey get a 9, Amelia? That's more than a career!" Marylin exclaimed, looking in defeat at our sheet of paper. We had only marked her as a 6.

"How did Eko only get a 6? We had him down for an 8," I said, my eyes grazing over the same words.

"And I thought that Cassia would get more than a 7. I mean, she's a career. I wondered if she upset the Gamemakers," Mary said to me, before staring off into the distance. She was probably imagining their private training session.

"And Beldon only got a 9. I thought he would at least get an 11, so he probably did too," I told her, and she nodded in agreement. The careers' scores were not looking good this year.

"Maybe they'll be better in the Games though, to try and prove that they deserved a higher score," my friend said, which made a lot of sense. Most of the other scores we had gotten wrong by only one or two marks.

"Maybe," I said, trying to imagine the training, to be in front of the Gamemakers and showing off my talents. It seemed impossible. But now we just had to wait and see what the tributes had to say in the interviews.

Then the Games will truly begin.

What did you think? I'm sorry about any low training scores, I really hope you've run out of rotten tomatoes, because I don't think I'll have a big enough shield for them. Forgive me! In the Games, and interviews, people will talk about their private training sessions and their scores, so everything will make sense then...hopefully.

All of those who haven't told me who they're sponsoring, then I WILL make you sponsor my tribute, who WILL die in the bloodbath. Therefore, tell me please and start earning those sponsor points!

*~Joy~*