I don't remember how I did in my evaluation.

Actually I don't remember what I did in my evaluation.

After realizing the big possibility of my death it was like my body was on the automatic pilot. It was moving and doing what was supposed to do, but my mind wasn't there. It maybe weird to think that it took me so long to have this awakening call. But until now I had a plan. Not the greatest I admit, but a plan. A strategy to follow instead of falling blindily in the games.

And I know this was a better advantage than most of the tributes, my mind was more mature and I could rationalize everything that was supposed to happen. Most of the people in the arena wouldn't know that sleeping in a tree is safer, but for this you would need rope, or that even if it is freezing you shouldn't light a fire at night, because is easier to see and is when the careers hunt. Maybe some of their mentors tried to help, but most of them seemed to decide if the tribute is going to be worth the effort back in the Reaping and most judged it was not.

Anyway, my mood changed. I could no longer keep the facade of a cheerful and naïve girl. And the people around me notice. Aster tried to cheer me up talking about the wonders of the Capitol, but Noah and Lyanna just look at me with pity as if I was the last one to understand what the reality was like. I knew I should be angry with them, but sitting on the chair waiting for our scores to be show I just couldn't bring myself to care about their opinion.

The medium score for a non-career tribute is 6. Not great. But again most of us never touched a weapon before. I can't imagine what kind of experience with a sword will have someone from district 6 that is responsible for transports. Maybe someone from the third school would know something about knives in my district, half of them end up in the slaughter houses, and even if I was the oldest in my family I may had know something from when we kill a pig or the chicken, but I am the youngest and this work always ended up being the responsibility of my older siblings. Nevertheless three days are not enough to make us good in handling any thing. And it shows. The ones with high scores are the careers because they are used to it, the occasional tributes from other districts with high scores are due to illegal ativity in most cases.

Not my case. And not Lark as I see the bright 6 at the left of his photograph. Claudius Templesmith and Ceaser Flickerman are comenting the tributes scores, But I can see that after District 7 they kind of lost interest. They try to give us the same chances, but honestly we are all small and skinny, and half of us were starving before being reaped, we were simple not the usual victor type.

"And our youngest this year, from District 10, Ophelia Gadeer!" Ceaser sounds excited and if I was not paying to much attention on his voice inflexion I would have thought he was cheering on me.

"Our little flower girl. She is twelve, isn't it? What a shame, she could be pretty in a couple of years." Claudius seemed disappointed. I want to punch he in the face. Broke his plastify nose.

"Oh, but we cannot judge someone by their age. Our Finnick surprised everyone last year. Am I right or am I right?" Ceasar laugh, his wig this year was seagreen in an obvious support to the previous victor. Did he always did it? Wear the colour of the victor of the last Hunger Games in the following. I can't remember, he was always a television personality that I avoid the best I can. Tomorrow we are going to be face to face.

"Oh, a 5. Well, she can still have some cards hiding in her sleves. No one is out until the cannon sound."

5. Five, four letter. Four little letters that had the power to determine my future. Not even the average. Not enough for the gamemakers. Not enough for survival, that is what they seemed to tell me.

It was almost as a confirmation, I was not going to get out of that arena.

And I knew that I should eat that most that I could today, since in two days the Games would have started, but I didn't care. I went back to my room and crawl to my bed deciding to ignore the world and drown in self pity. Maybe if I stay like this long enough they would forget about me and continue the horror show without my presence… Or at least I could pretend.

The next morning came to quickly. Today we were supposed to train for the interviews and practice how to be on the stage so we could charm the most of our sponsors.

And I don't want to say that Noah and Lyanna didn't try to teach us. But they certainly didn't put they heart on it. I would not say that our was the worst training cuz I am sure that at this point Haymitch Abernathy from 12 had already given up on trying at all, but it was short. Especially for me. Half an hour, maybe forty-five minutes. Not much longer.

"Just be yourself, or your happy self." Lyanna told me. Well, I guess she is not refering to my amazing personality when I am being honest. I like to think that I have a refined taste of humor. Sunshine says that I am a "sarcastic bitch". To be honest I don't think that he knows what the second word means, he is already a teenager, but sex education is poor and talking about anything about this subject is taboo back home so I guess he only heard it somewhere and found it cool.

Anyway, she just told me to act like my persona. And that was the plan in the start, now just imagining it makes me feel exhausted. I wish I was bold or stupid and just say what I truly feel in live television. But I am not that bold and I know who is going to pay the price.

Surprisingly my wake up call came from an unexpect person. To be honest I didn't think anyone would give me one, Aster is too focused on parties and the glory of being a victor, Lark already think we are both dead and my mentors… their indifference are starting to annoy me, but if I had to chose someone from my team it wouldn't be Nyx.

So when she send the three hyenas aways and slap me in the face, saying I was startle was an understatement.

"Get your shit together girl. For more that I hate to admit you are smart and clever. Sure you are smaller, younger, weaker, and I could keep going on about how you are not the perfect tribute to have the greatest glory to wear my clothes for days. But there were other victors that won regardless of the adversities. Learn something about them, you don't need to reinvented the wheel."

I continue to look at her astonished with my cheek stinging when she fixed my flower crown as if nothing had happened. Other victors… Yes, others had won without any advantage comparing to me except for age. Maybe… Maybe I could learn something from them.

I guess this is going to be a sleepless night, but I doubt I would be able to fall asleep either way. A smile rose from my lips. A direction. This is what I needed it. Something to focus on.

But before this I had to another battle.

And as I made my way to the stage I raise my head up high.

I am Ophelia Gadeer.

And I am going to make sure history remembers my name.