I'm sorry I haven't posted in a while!!! I hope you'll forgive me. I need some voters (If I still have any readers :)) do you want them to be allies in the arena? From the beginning?? I don't know yet I've just been going with the flowHope you enjoy. Plewse review.

It's been five minutes since Peeta left. and the whole time I've been thinking if I should try my best or not. I will do as good as I can. Because if I'm going to keep Peeta alive I need a good score. But I need to shut my emotions off. I can't let my self be fooled by something that will never happen. I will die. Nothing can ever happen between Peeta and I. I need to stop being emotionaly connected with him. it's for the best. I want him to go home and get over me. No matter how painful it will be. That's why whatever we have needs to stop. Because if it doesn't it will just be worse. It's just a friendship. Just a friendship. A friendship...

"Katniss Everdeen. District Twelve. Katniss Everdeen."

I smooth my hair and clothes and slowly walk into the large room.

Oh no. Immediately I know somethings off.

The Gamemakers have been here far too long. They're bored. Have had too much to drink. They all just want to go to bed.

But there's nothing I can do. So i continue with the plan.

I search the gymnasium for the weapon I've been longing to shoot for days. I walk over to the bow and arrows, string the bow, slide a quiver full of arrows over my back. I ignore the target and walk over to the knife practicing dummy and pull the string. instantly I know somethings off. The string is a lot harder to pull than my old one back home. I miss the target by a few inches and the few Gamemakers that were paying attention to me completely lost interest.

I shoot about four times before I get the feel of this new weapon.

I take my initial position in the center of the gym and release the arrow. it slices right through the heart of the dummy. After that I sever the rope to the sandbag and it falls and breaks all over the floor, without pause i shoulder roll and come up on one knee to send an arrow into a hanging light and send sparks flying everywhere.

I feel pride bursting through me and turn around to the Gamemakers. Few are nodding their heads in approval but most of them are paying attention to a roasted pig.

Suddenly I'm furious. That with my life on the line, they don't even have the decency to pay attention to me. I'm being upstaged by a dead pig. My heart starts to pound, I can feel my face burning. Without thinking, I pull an arrow from my quiver and send it straight at the Gamemakers table. I hear screams of fear as my arrow flies into the apple that was in the pigs mouth and pin it to the wall behind the table.

"Thank you for your consideration." I say and give a slight bow and stride towards the elevator doors without being dismissed. That alone could get me killed. Yet my temper is still flaring and I chuck the bow and quiver onto the ground. Just to spite them.

Sorry it's short. This chapter is just so I can try and get back into writing. Sorry Peetas not in it.And really my main reason for writing is for all of you readers. You really give me inspiration to write and im grateful you take the time to read and review my story. So thank you.