I walk down to the elevator and press the button for Four. I sigh taking in all the stress that has been put on me for the past days.

Tomorrow's the interview; I hope Nervus has something good planned. Maybe something with a little less scales?

I wander into my room I order some snacks, plump birds with a tangy sauce and a cheese and fruit plate. Good I've been starving when the food has arrived.

I'm called down to dinner to see our scores. Great I think sarcastically, now I can see what they gave me so I can become a target. Probably some low, horrible score.

We rush through dinner. Then, I sit on the couch next to Dune.

I say "Good luck." Things have been tense between us since we uh… 'did it'.

I see Ruby and Lumian end up with an 8 and 9. Alcie and Percy get 10 and 9. The pair from Three who didn't make a big impression ends up with the girl 6 and the boy 4.

Then we're up I see the flash of my fake looking smiling face with a blinking 10. I'm so happy, Dune ends up with a 10 too.

The mentors and escort say congratulations. I feel a sigh of relief. No one in particular stands out except the 12 year old from 3 the giant from 7 and the blind girl from 8 who got a 6!

The adults go and shut us out and tell us to go to bed. I walk to my room all the while Dune is next to me. "Good job with your score" I say to him. He says "Not to bad yourself." I nod and say "Night" and walk into my room.

I fall into a fitful sleep dreaming of the thousand horrible deaths that, that children which I suppose that's what we still are- shouldn't ever go through.

When I wake up I have cold sweat on my face, and I remember that I have the interview tonight which means tomorrow I'm going to the arena.

I get dressed in the first things I pull out of my drawer, which is surprisingly cute; a fitted T-shirt and a pair of jean shorts.

My mother once told me that the image you want is projected in the way you look. I sniffle and hold back tears. I may, wait I probably won't ever see her again.

I go to the dinning room and shovel through some food and notice that every one is at the table and I say "Good morning" a little absentmindedly.

They nod and Dune says "Morning." I exclaim, "Well so we're practicing for our interviews today right?" Twinkle nods and says

"Yep you'll work on your angle with Mags and I'll teach you and Dune manners." Then she smiles this horrible smile that I guess is supposed to be reassuring but it's freaky, artificial, and fake like everything else here.