Hello, my dear readers! First off, forgive me for all spelling and grammar errors. The keyboard I am using is French so I am not used to key positions. I have no idea where the apostrophe is, so forgive me for saying "I am" instead of "Im". Also, strange things are going on with the shift key. If I can get to a normal keyboard I will fix it up, but for now try to cope. Also, spellcheck is in French so all mistakes belong to the keyboard and myself. Forgive me for words with accents, such as élégant.

Secondly, I would like to thank Jimtrix and ImaginationStation00 for their kind reviews. It made my 12 hour flight to Paris worth it. Now what is the M key doing over there..?

Clove glares at me. What is she looking at? I didn't do anything to her! "Be careful. If the wind changes you will freeze that way." I hit another random button and shoot up another few floors. When the doors open into the foyer for District 6, I glimpse an empty hallway before pressing the button for floor 12. Finally I found it. Huzzah. Now if I had a chocolate bar my life would be complete. Yeah, no. I just shot an arrow at the Gamemakers, my life is anything but complete. They will be mad for sure, and what if they take it out on my family? I mean, I'm already in the Hunger games, already I've been sentenced to death, so what else can they do? The answer terrifies me.

I stalk through the district 12 suite, not looking or paying attention to anything until I reach my room and I break down in a flood of tears. What have I done? My mother, my cousins and aunt, my grandmother, Gale, my Little Duck... I've practically sealed the death warrants of myself and my family. I wonder what the excuses will be, for the lives of my family. Sickness maybe? But my mother is a healer so if my family got sick that would arouse suspicion. Maybe they'll be publicly hanged or shot, as a warning to all those people who might want to oppose the Capitol. But wait - they would have to announce exactly how my family opposed the Capitol, which means they would have to explain what I did in the private sessions and that goes against the rules of the Hunger Games laid down 74 years ago. Also I'm willing to bet that the Gamemakers would be too embarrassed to share that information publicly, anyway. So does that mean my family won't be harmed? But surely the Capitolites in charge won't let that pass... what can they do then?

I drag my feet into the bathroom and try to clean up the tears. Once my face is dry, I do feel better although my cheeks are puffy and pink. I don't want to go to dinner like this, so I do something I thought I'd never do once in my entire life...

I open a drawer, take out a box and voluntarily put on makeup.

I stand dejectedly in the dressing room, staring into the mirror without really seeing my reflection. The clothes I wore for the private session have been discarded messily in the doorway. In their place is a dark blue pair of something labelled 'skinny jeans' (which are just a tiny bit too loose from my knees downward) and a simple coral V-neck top. The jeans feel a bit scratchy compared to my shirt but I like it. I will have to tell Cinna about how loose they are below the knee, though. All the clothes were meant to be fitted to my size a few days ago but some are just a little bit uncomfortable. My cheeks don't look too bad - the puffiness has subsided and the tiny amount of powder I grudgingly used has taken effect. (AN: sorry, I never EVER use makeup so the only word I could think of was 'powder', and I don't know what it would be that Katniss used. But that's okay because if I'm not being OOC she wouldn't know either, right?)

In the reflection, I can see my family behind me, their fates undetermined. I volunteered to protect Prim, and if I kill her anyway... I start to feel dizzy, when I hear Effie calling my name. "Katniss! Katniss! Dinner time!"

Effie's summons continue, but I take my time making my way out of my room. A blonde Avox boy stands aside as I step throughthe doorway of my bedroom. He must have been sent to clean up my clothing. The vague idea that I should have tidied up after myself has just entered my head when it hits me. What if they are made into Avoxes?!

Taking a seat at the dining room table, I realise that everyone is here. Well, not the people from back home or the other tributes obviously, but Effie, Haymitch, Portia, Cinna, and Emër are all present. It is a special occasion I guess, being the night the scores are announced, but I'm not sure if I want Cinna here. I feel like I'm about to let him down, with the score I'm about to get. He notices the powder on my face, but makes no comment, thankfully. Another Avox starts to load my plate with small potatoes. They smell delicious, and when the servant pours what can only be melted butter over them, I can't resist popping one into my mouth whole. My plate is full, and everyone is served, so we start eating now, right? I am about to reach for my fork when the red-haired girl from the other night lifts up my plate and walks away. Emër and I exchange a confused glance, and he mouths, 'My food is escaping!' I giggle, but I have no idea what is going on. However, Effie, Haymitch and the stylists seem to know what's happening as they follow the Avoxes out into the lounge.

Emër and I follow our mentor's example as he plonks down on the couch, and an Avox immediately returns his plate. Emër takes an armchair, slouching and picking at his entrée. I try to have a bit more class, my ankles crossed as I sit at the very back of the élégant white sofa, my back supported upright. Effie smiles at me, pleased. Always good to know I have manners in the face of death. "Time for the scores," Haymitch slurs as the Avox returns my buttery potatoes. Oh... I knew that. We're having entrée while watching the announcement of the scores. Well.

Huzzah for that.

I think that's long enough. So, I tried to fix up mistakes, let me know if there's anything I need to fix. I also want your opinion, do you think I'm showing enough dialogue? Too much? Too infrequent? Let me know by review. Follows or favourites appreciated - thanks. Also thank you for understanding about my spelling and grammar for this chapter, it's a bit hard to find spelling errors when every other word is underlined red because spellcheck is French.

Sorry if you think this is short, but I am seriously sick and tired of the French keyboard. I'll get you another chapter soon, but I'm taking a break. Sorry for the mini cliffhanger - I seem to be doing that a lot. But I promise I will update. Bye for now! REVIEW!