I am soooooooooo sorry for how long it took me to update so I really tried to make the chapter long. I had a bit of writers block but with my newest idea I am back on track! I was also writing more of other fanfic PAYZ which I would love u to read!

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Javert stood and waved me over to a seat. I ignored him and sat down crossed legged on the floor rocking backwards and forwards slightly like a child. If Javert thought I was just an attention seeking child then that's exactly what I would be, I could surely fool everyone into thinking I was just all brawn and bravado, sure I could act clueless and then when they think they all know me so well I will turn and they will never see it coming. I beamed at the new idea it would surely work,

"ok first things first," Javert spoke "I think you should play up the sweet career from district 1 angle for the interviews, be a little sly and elusive although not too cunning. Make sure to talk about the honour of representing your district and just smile and wave. You already know to show of those sword skills for the private session so I would hurry up and get yourself down to the centre now." I simply nodded not really caring, I stood up and spun on my heal leaving the room listening to the "click-clack" sound of my shoes against the marble.

Within fifteen minutes I was waiting in a long line of tributes to be the first to enter for my session. I wasn't really that nervous because I was made for this kind of thing, at home I kept my head down, did all my training and school work and just managed to get by. But now it was all different. I had to be the one to stand out, the lone victor. Like the rhyme all the children can be heard mumbling on reaping day,"No body is as lonely as the lone victor." Although being a lone victor sure beats the opposite. "Iva Flock!" I hear my name being called and spring up from my bench calming my thoughts, I shuffle over to the great doors and enter the room. It's massive and the game-makers eye me like children would candy. I take a long warriors sword from the middle of the room and begin to slice and dice up the dummies with spectacular speed, as I look to the game-makers they are mostly nodding in approval I am pleased and know the demonstration will have scored highly but it was nothing new so I completely ignore Javerts advice and try to show I am special by sitting down in the middle of the floor and reciting the whole of the edible plants book it takes me around ten minutes but by the looks on their faces I can tell it was worth every moment of it. I perform a polite courtesy and slipped out passed the line of nervous tributes winking at a small boy who looked around twelve he was scrawny and from district nine.

When I got back to my floor I ordered a large fish chowder, it came just the way I liked it creamy and piping hot. I looked around the room feeling bored slowly sipping down the chowder, I was sure Ashen should have been back by now I really wanted to ask him about what he did for his session, in the corner of my mind I was putting two and two together about what I had overheard. I had always liked and respected Javert but now anything I had once felt was long gone, when I come back after I have won the games I will show him not to mess with me.

Nothing was really clear about my tactics for the games except that I knew when the numbers were down I would have to clear off and until then keep a sharp eye on Ashen.

When I had finished all of my meal I went and found Ashen and Javert we all sat down on the large sofas ready for the announcement of the scores. I resisted the urge to be extremely childish and cross my fingers instead closing my eyes and leaning back until the start up music is played, as girl from district one my score will be shown first. As I clench my sweaty hands together my picture is brought up on the screen and a ten is flashing,"Whoo," I scream throwing my arms in the air so happy that a weight has been lifted off my shoulders. I see a few eye rolls from around the room but everyone con graduates me, patting me on the back and saying,"We'll done!"

I slump back awaiting Ashen's score and no amount of preparation could have made me ready for it. When his name, picture and the number twelve are shown everyone's reactions are almost comical there is his small smirk and a fist pumping the air, there is a half strangled cry accompanied with a flinch from me and others reactions varied from cheering to back patting.

I am out of the room before u could blink locking my bedroom door like a child having a tantrum all I can think of is the disappointed faces my parents will be wearing at the moment. I. Just. Do. Not. Understand. What did he do? I keep repeating that question, I know I will have to find out if I want to have any chance of beating him. I try to think back to the training but to my memory he was sort of average at everything, I am sure he showed them a cunning plan of his instead of throwing a spear around. I will find out there has to be a way.

I check the clock, an hour until the interviews, I wonder why no one has come to get me yet so I decide to go find some people. Strangely just as I am coming out of my room Javert and Ashen are just exiting the lift murdering quietly to each other. "Where were you?" I queried shifting my weight from side to side to look intimidating, Javert just brushed me off with. Wave of his hand mumbling something about getting our stylists. So I marched up to a confident looking Ashen and asked him again, he smoothly replied, "We were just down at the training room because a few people wanted to con-graduate me for my amazing score." he breathed smugly.

I immediately knew something was up so I tried a different tactic that usually worked, I fluttered my eyelashes and leaned forward over the couch my hair sliding past my face, I tried my hardest to put on an alluring smile. " oh, Ashen please tell me how you got that… amazing score? I do so wish to find out and with us being p.a.r.t.n.e.r.s in crime together I do simply have to know!" I finished with a smirk and stood back watching him quickly fall for it.

"Fine, fine I'll tell you." he smirked, "The truth is that I was able to draw out a map of the arena and mark off where I wanted my camp to be and where I will plan to go looking for the other tributes, so basically I gave them a whole recount step by step about what would happen in the games to me."

Looking really proud of himself he smiled down at me, I stared back at him puzzled, "but how we're you able to draw the map of the arena? You obviously haven't been there, and it is against the rules to see it before you get there." He simply grinned at me tapping the bridge of his nose and whispering "Not yet,"