Sorry if this chapter is boring…but I kinda used some book stuff.

Don't own. Suzanne Collins, the brilliant girl, does! Congratulations to her! (: haha. Wellp here's chapter eleven.

Chapter Eleven: Brilliant

They all laugh loudly. The judges. They are plump, besides Seneca Crane-the game maker. His bread, with the twirls, a rich black is brilliant. He looks evil. He probably is. I can tell this game is going to be impossible. Crane has been the game maker for about three years, and if someone doesn't die everyday, he makes sure someone dies, until he finds his victor.

They don't pay attention to me, but I announce my name and district anyway. "Katniss Everdeen. Twelve."

I see some paint lying uselessly on the floor. I'm guessing the people from the other Districts besides the Careers, did that. The paint cans are almost empty, but a little girl throws out a few more, just in case I would like to do that.

I pick up the bow and arrows, setting three on the floor around me. I have fifteen minutes here, and I might as well do the best I can. Tonight, I will see just how well I did. I focus on the big red spot in the middle. I'm shaky, and my palms are sweaty for some reason that I don't know. My heart feels like it's outside of my body, and my breaths are shallow and quick, my cheeks squeezing closely to the bone.

But I let the arrow fly.

And my attempt dies, as it completely misses the target and falls helplessly to the door.

The entire room is silent for a split second, until the judges burst into laughter. They yell countless things, "Wow!" "Nice try." "Not."

I am suddenly filled with rage.

I don't know what comes over me. Maybe it's because I'm from District Twelve. Maybe that's why they're looking over me. Maybe they're being sexist. I look at the judge's spot. They all go back to their conversation. Mostly Seneca Crane walking around talking to everyone.

I see a pig being carried out on a silver plate. Suddenly, I have a good idea.

I pick up the arrow and the bow. And I look at the apple in that hog's mouth. Red and juicy and open.

I let the arrow fly, it hits the apple and the fat judge's forks fall to the floor, clattering.

"Thank you for your consideration." I say the words, lacing them tightly with sarcasm, and I curtsey before I throw the bow on the floor.

I walk out the other door and leave, my feet stomping the entire way. I get onto the elevator and have it take me up to the penthouse. I slam the door after I open it and go into the kitchen.

Haymitch and Effie are both at the table, Effie holding Wade in her hands and holding a bottle to his lips. Haymitch drinking out of a tall bottle. Effie looks up, "You're back early." She notices, still feeding Wade.

His eyes are closed and I long to touch him, but I sit at the table and just watch until Effie's done feeding him. "I'll take him back after you're done."

She nods, "He's a darling, really."

I nod and smile a little, "Pure Peeta, right?"

"Well," Effie shrugs, "he's got some of the Katniss Good Looks."

I hear a phone ring and Effie looks at Haymitch, "Phone."

He rolls his eyes and stands to go pick the phone up.

..

Later, with Wade in my room, I wait for Peeta. I sit with Wade, laying him in arms and just fingering his hair and his fingers. He's a work of art. A sculpture. He's just too perfect. I can't imagine something so small being so important, but he's my world now. Until I leave to my death sentence.

"I'm going to watch you from heaven…or hell," I whisper the last work. I feel as if I've done too many crimes to deserve heaven. I probably deserve hell. "Your daddy is going to be the best man in the world. You know that right. Maybe some way Haymitch will get sober and help Peeta be a daddy. I think I do trust Haymitch," I look down at Wade, "How about you, Wade?"

He just gurgles, his bright blue eyes sparkling. I wish I could keep him forever.

"I'm going to talk to daddy tonight about you. And maybe even Effie and Haymitch and see if that horrible thing daddy said the other day comes true, you'll have somewhere to go." I sigh and rub my temples, "would you like to live with Effie Trinket in the Capitol?"

He scrunches up his nose.

I grin, "You are my son."

Suddenly I hear a knock on my door. I lay Wade on his back on the bed and open the door.

It's Haymitch.

He runs into the bedroom, and laughs. He sounds…happy. "You're a genius, sweetheart! You're a freaking genius!" He does something that I could never think of Haymitch to do. He wraps his arms around me and pulls me into a hug. "My friend Drub, he's one of the guys that helped make the pig, you know-that hog you shot at," he pauses and pulls away from the hug, "he told me what you did. And it was…brilliant."

..

Peeta comes home soon after that little encounter with Haymitch. He is sober after that.

As soon as Peeta comes home, he snatches up our son in his arms. He sits on the chair and tells me about what he did in the private session. I don't tell him the entire details of what I did, just the bow and arrow minor description.

After our supper, of rich foods, in which Effie Trinket does not speak to me at all, I think because I have offended her with my little outburst with the judges, and then we all sit on the couch. I've taken Wade back, and I cuddle with him in my arms as we watch Caesar.

"The results are in! We'll start with the gentlemen in each District, starting with One. The name of each person will be read only once, but tonight, at eleven o' clock, in place of the Sketch game show, will be the replay of this." Caesar brings out a small compact mirror and purses his lips for effect, "Do I look okay? I'll be doing this twice!"

Caesar and his co-host, whose name I can't seem to remember, list off the names and then the scores. The Careers, as expected get scores of eights and nines. Nothing below, nothing above.

Then the rest of the Districts are read off. Until it's our turn.

"Peeta Mellark. Sixteen. Twelve. Score of..." everyone in the room holds their breath, "six."

We all clap for Peeta and Effie grins, "Not a eight or nine, but we'll take it. Hopefully it will make up for Katniss' foolish mistake."

I sigh.

Caesar Flickerman does mine next.

"Katniss Everdeen. Fifteen. Twelve. Score of…" Caesar squints his eyes. "Oh, my…score of…eleven."

Haymitch is suddenly up from the couch, and he's ecstatic. "You're so freaking brilliant, sweetheart!"

He kisses my cheek sloppily and Peeta stares in shock and smiles, "What did you do in there, momma?"

a/n: There's a thunderstorm outside. How is one supposed to sleep through that, mother? Haha. (: Well, what did you think. Too boring? I liked the ending. "What did you do in there, momma?" Cute? Ugly? Unsexy? Sexy? BlEEEH? Boring? Gag? Let mee know .? –Haley xo.

OMG! I just noticed, Katniss got a score of eleven and this is chapter eleven.

Haha. Laugh. Laugh. Laugh! (: I COMMAND YOU TOO LAUGGGH AT MY JOOOKE!