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FINCHES POV
"Remember, just do what you're good at. NOTHING ELSE!" commanded Timothy.
"Don't be so harsh," said Florence. "What he's saying is that if you do anything that you're bad at for these tests, your score will be lowered," she explained.
I wouldn't really be able to show my strengths, but I would try.
...
I sat next to Drew, fidgeting. I was lucky that I wasn't one of the last Districts. By the time it was time for their test, the Gamemakers were drunk or passed out or just not paying attention.
"Finch Greenspace,' called a mechanic voice. The other tributes looked at me. "Good luck," whispered Drew. I nodded.
I walked into the room. I cleared my throat and caught the Gamemakers attention. I walked over to the plants. I matched them up in thirty seconds. I walked over to camouflage and painted my hand to look like a tree. Finally I tied a few knots. The Gamemakers seemed unimpressed. I didn't care. I still was cunning but I couldn't show that in the test.
I walked put of the room and back to District 5's floor.
"What did you do?" asked Timothy, ambushing me as I walked in.
"I did plants, tying knots and camouflage," I told him. Timothy sighed.
"Just remember, I had the same skills as Finch and I won the games," said Florence, gently. Timothy relaxed a little.
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"Now, the scores," said Caesar Flickerman.
The Careers all got from and 8 to a 10.
"District 5," said Caesar. "Drew, a three," he said. Drew sighed. "Finch," he said and I sucked in my breath. "A five." I let out my breath. My score was actually okay.
EVES POV
"So Finch got a five. That's not bad," said Lydia.
"She can't show her cleverness to the Gamemakers," I said. Lydia shrugged.
"Those costumes were actually good!" said Vivian, trying to change the subject.
"Yeah, I didn't expect that, especially from 12," said Lydia.
"What should we call that girl, Katniss. She needs a nickname," said Eli. "She's giving people hope."
"I think that we should think of something a bit more important," I said. "Besides, what would we call her?"
"I don't know, Fire Girl?" suggested Eli.
"Good luck with that," I said. "We need to steal some food today," I said lowering my voice to a whisper.
"Wait a second. You steal?" asked Lydia.
"Shit," I said.
"Um, no," said Eli, trying to cover up.
"You are the worst liar ever, Eli," Lydia said.
"Fine, we do steal. We're starving, Lydia. We don't want to steal but we need to survive," said Vivan. We all waited for Lydia to run off and tell a Peacekeeper that we were thieves.
"Why are you all looking at me like that?" she asked.
"Are you going to turn us in?" I asked, softly.
"No! I wouldn't do that! You guys are my friends," she said. "I thought that you expected more of me!" she said in a mock hurt tone. All of us sighed with relief.
"All citizens of District 5, come to the Square to watch the Hunger Games interviews!" boomed a voice. I had almost forgotten. I could see Finch again.
FINCHES POV
"This is your dress. I think it compliments your hair," said Lana, holding up a blue, strapless dress with ruffles at the bottom.
I touched it, almost afraid. "It's beautiful," I whispered. Lana gave me a big smile, clearly pleased that I loved the dress.
"What do I say?" I asked suddenly. My interview was tonight.
"Just be yourself," said Lana.
"Being myself won't get me sponsors," I said, quoting Timothy.
"Sure it will! You're a likable person! Your friend back in District 5, Eve, likes you. You got me to like you. Drew and Florence like you. Even Timothy likes you! He just refuses to show it," Lana told me.
I looked at the ground and I realized something. If I died would not die playing the Games. I would die being myself.
xXx
"Our tribute from District 5, Finch Greenspace!" yelled Caesar. I walked out and the crowd cheered. I could barely see because of all the bright lights. I sat down.
"Now, Finch, tell me, what do you like most about the Capitol?" asked Caesar.
"The crazy fashion," I said. A little laugh rippled through the crowd.
"What is your strategy for the Games?" he asked. I remembered what Eve had said.
"I find that if I can apply myself to the situation present, I will be able to figure it out," I said, smiling slyly.
"So, who was that girl who you volunteered for?" asked Caesar, after asking a few more question.
"Her name is Eve," I started. "I lived with her in District 5 since I was ten. She's a sister to me. I'll try my best to get home to her," I said. The crowd let out a collective "Awww." I tried not to glare.
"Well, thank you Finch, it was a pleasure to talk to you," said Caesar. I smiled and nodded.
Katniss' interview was really good. She made the crowd love her with the story of her volunteering for her little sister. She twirled in her dress an it looked like she was on fire. Lana let out another "Damn." Her stylist had done it again.
Then, it was Peeta's turn. He amused everyone, he was very funny. Then Caesar asked a question.
"Do you have a special girl out there?" he asked. Peeta blushed a little and mumbled, "She wouldn't like me," he said.
"If you win these Games and you ask her on a date, she'll have to go out with you," said Caesar.
"I don't think that's going to work," he said.
"Why not?" asked Caesar. Peeta took a deep breath. "Because she came here with me," he said. The crowd gasped.
Millie said "Awww!" Drew looked confused. Florence had a pained look on her face. Timothy rolled his eyes.
"This guy is an idiot," he said.
"No he is not!" I said defending Peeta's honor. He was my friend. At least, I thought he was.
"Sure," Timothy snorted. "There can only be one victor. He's going to have to kill her or she's going to kill him," he said. Florence looked like she was going to cry. I walked back to my room. I saw Florence.
"Are you okay?" I asked quietly.
"Am I okay? You're the one going into the Arena tomorrow," she said.
"Don't worry about me, right now," I said.
"I killed my best friend," she said. "In the Arena. That last girl who I trapped was my ally in the Arena and she became my best friend and then I killed her," said Florence, tears about to spill out of her eyes. "Sometimes she talks to me, reminding of what I did. She was just like you," she said quietly. "Finch, I know you want to win these games, but try not to kill anyone. You won't be able to live with yourself. You won't be the same," she said.
I nodded. I would remember. But if I came out of the Arena alive, I would never be the same.
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