Alma sits next to me as the District 10 male (First one) comes back from his private training. He looks a little shaken for some reason. He gives a nod to his final District partner who jumps up and begins to head inside the training room. I look to my fellow tributes.

Soya is silent. Motionless. It seems she's close to sleep. Ceres yawns not too long after. When we came to wait, she had a giant grin on her face. However, now she looks a little less than dead. Alma has a silent glare on his face. We've been waiting for hours now. I'm very, VERY tired now. Honestly, the whole training score thing sounds like an inconvenience to me.

I want to go in their and show them my abilities I've spent so much time trying to hide. However, I know that Alma doesn't want that. We both know that sponsor gifts are good and me being a 12 year old and getting something good... would be VERY good for me. However, the games are focused on the idea that your supplies are cut off with the loss your partner.

If Byke dies in the opening moments than I will have made myself a threat without having any benefit from it. Both me and Alma know this... but what can I do? Sit there and do nothing? Of course not. The gamemakers are going through 48 tributes for this. No doubt, they'll bored to complete and utter death. If I don't do anything, they'll just tell me to leave without me even doing anything.

I'm grinding my teeth as the clock ticks. The District 10 boy finally leaves and they call up Ceres. Ceres gets to her feet and stretches. She puts on a very blazing and confident grin before rushing inside. Soya slowly begins to open her eyes.

"What do you think she'll get?" Soya asks quietly. Alma and I turn to her. It's been a while since we've heard her say anything. She's spent her time looking around like an emotionless doll. She gazes up at us. "Maybe a 7 or 8." I respond. Alma chuckles.

"10 possibly." He admits. I admit, it'd seem a little extreme and all but I wouldn't be surprised. However, we go back to being silent once more. The sound of air whistling through the air is the only thing that keeps me company in the next few hours. By this point, I'm wondering what I'll make. I wonder what Ceres make. I wonder what Soya will make.

I wonder what my older brother will make...

I sigh. I hope he does well. Really, my score doesn't matter much to me. In the long run, I'll get somewhere between 3 and 5. 5 is only the highest if I manage to use my knife skills to my full advantage.

I almost fall asleep before I'm suddenly woken up by Soya's voice. "What do you think we'll get?" She asks. Alma shrugs before looking at me. "4." I admit. Alma just rubs my hair...

"Hopefully a 7." Alma says to Soya. She gives a nod... not even bothering to guess what score she'll get. I still feel terrible for her. She seems a lot more innocent than I am honestly.

As our silence fills the air once more, I'm left in a daze. Many of the other tributes should already see my brother as a threat. The careers most definitely. I look over to the 4 tributes from 12. They also seem to stay silent as we all sit around, waiting to be scored.

As I lay my head back a little more, Ceres leaves the training room with a satisfied expression. Soya looks up and I can see some fear in her pupils. I can also tell that her heart is pounding. She's obviously very nervous right now. Ceres gives her a somewhat slasher grin before turning to us.

"Let's see if you can beat my score." She brags as she begins walking to the elevator. At first, it seemed like she said that to us. However, the glare that my brother is giving off in her direction must say something about their rivalry...

Next, they call up Soya who jumps up and begins walking in. The door closes behind her and now, me and my brother are left alone.

"Hey. Alt." He whispers down to me. I look at him. His face gives off a serious vibe. "What're you doing to do in there?" He asks me. I give a sigh. "Nothing I guess. If you don't want me to look like a threat until we get to the arena." I admit.

"Uh... Well if that's your plan. I thought maybe you were going to try and do knives like... like you used to." He admits. For a second, I'm stunned. "Are you suggesting I actually try today?" I ask.

He gives a nod. "Yeah. I know what I said yesterday. The other tributes won't know how you got it but we will, won't we? If you get something akin to... 7 (Fare chance though) then you will be seen as a threat... but even so, you won't be their biggest concern." He admits.

I go silent for a few seconds. "Alright then." I nod in response. He gives a silent smile. Throughout our time here in the Capitol, I've noticed how he changes a lot. First, he would try and keep his smile on. When we reached here though... it seemed like reality had hit him. He was silent, quiet about our sad scenario. The fact that only one of us could escape.

The fact that even if he 100% protects me and succeeds in getting us both past both arenas he'll most definitely going to have no choice but to kill me. Other wise, he'd kill himself. I know Alma well. After all, he's my older brother.

However, I know him well enough that he most likely cannot bear the idea of having to kill himself or his younger brother. My thoughts echo in my head. They feel as if they echo across the room. They whisper to me. They seem to whisper the same thing over and over.

What are you going to do Altar? What can you do?

I shake my head. I'm tired right now. My brother is silent as he stares at the door. I'm looking down at the ground right now. Bored to death, nothing more. Eventually, Soya leaves. Tears in her eyes. My pulse accelerates a little. Watching her leave in tears like that...

Alma looks down at me. "Do what you want." He tells me. They call my name and I stand up to leave. "Wait." Alma stops me though. I turn around, confused at what he wants.

"Just don't overdo it." He smiles. I grin and nod before walking through the door to the training room. As I enter the training room, I quickly pick up on how dim it is in the room. Also, their is a whole bunch of silence.

I look up. The gamemakers are all sitting around. Though I can tell that some of them are barely giving any type of glance down at me. Though I come close to telling them to pay close attention to what I'm about to do, I just sigh before slowly walking over to the knife area.

My heart is practically pounding against my chest right now. Will I be able to do a good job? Will I look like any regular little kid doing this... Well, I'm ready to find out. I arrive at the area with the knives. I put my hands on it before turning around. About half of them that seemed to be watching me when I walked in seem to have just turned away. Drinking, laughing about something random.

I take a deep breath. Picking up some knives and putting them on the floor next to me. As I pick one of them up to throw, I feel as if I'm having deja vu. The memories from years ago begin to pour back in.

All those days we'd spend hours at a time, aiming for the bullseye on the chalkboard. After a while... if we missed... Oh god...

My instincts come back and I angrily throw it at the board. It hits the target. Not directly in the middle but no too far off. I jump, quite surprised at that one. I look up at the gamemakers. Only one was even paying attention. He's nodding with a satisfied look on his face. I roll my eyes before picking up another one and throwing it. It comes even closer to the target.

I continue to pick up knives and aim them at the board. I move back a little, seeing if I can do this from an even further range. Not as good but I'm still putting power into all of these moves. Each throw is coming closer and closer. I don't know why, but I begin feeling a whole wave of satisfaction when I make it. I'm not doing this for the score, but better yet to see if I can actually compete against the older tributes.

After about 3 more minutes of me mindlessly throwing knives at a board, I realize that I've run out and go back to get more. After I collect a dozen (Carefully holding them because I'd rather not cut myself) I carry them back over and put them on the ground. As I begin to pick up one of them... my peripheral vision catches the eyes of several gamemakers. I take a peek. They all seem to be looking down on me with a very shocked expression for a second, I'm inclined to just to just run the mess out of the room but I try my hardest to ignore them and just continue on.

For another few minutes, this is all I do until I am interrupted. "Tribute uh... District 11 male." Someone interrupts me. For a split second, I jump. I almost think I did something wrong. However, I look up at them.

"You are dismissed. Thank you for your time." They nod. I bow before exciting the room. A grin growing on my face I exit the room. My brother stands up. "How'd it go?" He asks. I give him a smile. "Let's just say... that they underestimated me." I say. They call him up. Before he can go, I pat him on the back before rushing to the elevator. As the doors open and I step inside, my mind races. I'm curious as to what they'll give me. However, I shake my head. I shouldn't get ahead of myself...

Far later...

As me, Alma, Soya, Ceres, Willow, Huss, Pan and Syrio all sit around the main room of the District 11 floor. Impatiently awaiting the scores of each District. As we do, Alma is quietly sipping water as I constantly stop myself from falling asleep. Ceres is poking at her fingers while Soya is outright asleep.

Out of nowhere though, the Panem seal pops up on the television. Ceaser [Junior] is sitting in front of a desk with a smile on his face. He waves to the camera and nods. I take the pleasure of waking up Soya who only shakes her head to go back to sleep. Probably cause she knows her score is low...

Everyone sits up, interested in what will happen. "As you know, these are the scores for each District tribute. Of course, the system is 1 - 12. Keep that in mind." Ceres groans. "GET ON WITH IT!" She yells.

Everyone goes silent before the program continues.

District 1 have some pretty big scores under their belts. 9, 8, 8, 9. Of course, nothing to be amazed by. They're all careers who have been trained for years. District 2 is somewhat different. 7, 9, 4, 8. At least one number breaks their pattern.
You'd expect District 3 to have some very low scores but they have some pretty impressive ones. 5, 7, 3, 5. Of course. The bigger ones must be more violent compared to the smaller ones in 3.

District 4... 8, 7, 5 and a 4. It's okay for 4. I move up a little in my seat when District 5 begins to rear its head. Of course, this is because of last night and the whole rebellion thing. How big of a threat are they?

Well... 3, 7, 7, 6. Works for 5. Pretty big numbers. I sit back. Ceres sighs.

District 6 appears. I'm also quite curious about the score Byke will get. The two male tributes... 2 and 2...

I'll take this as a sign...

The first girl gets a 3. Byke... a 2...

Soya and Alma turn to me. I only sigh. I hope I get the chance not to tell her to run to the cornucopia. District 7 appears. 6, 3, 2, 2...

"Damn." Huss mutters. The older one got a 6. The older one looked pretty tough. The confidence in my score goes down a little. Hopefully I can still manage a 6 or 5...

"Hm. I guess they were just another bunch of weak ones." Ceres puts her arms above her head. Soya rolls her eyes. District 8 has a 3, 5, 4, 7. Alma shrugs. "Ah well. Hopefully he doesn't die first day." Alma sighs. Ceres laughs. "He'll probably die in the first seconds."

I also glance up a bit as 9 comes onto the screen. Even Soya and Alma are focusing a bit. Ceres just saves her breath as the scores appear.

5, 4, 3, 5. "Wow. Considering last year..." Willow begins. Last year, they were on top with a 7 and an 11. I'm quite surprised considering these kids plan on blowing out the arena. I sigh as I put my head back on the couch. I turn to my right. Alma is anxious to see his score already. Willow is quiet as we get to District 10. I look to my left. Soya is exhausted... Ceres begins to watch with excitement as her partners District appears.

4, 4, 3, 8.

Ceres breathes a sigh of relief. "Good. She wasn't all talk." Ceres laughs, talking about her partner. And finally... comes our District. I'm not surprised when Alma comes up first. A number 8 appears... Everyone jumps. Not the highest thing we've ever seen... but coming from my brother? Ceres gives a nod of approval, believing her score to be better. Soya has opened her eyes a little. Willow has a great big smile on her face. Huss gives a nod.

Next comes me... and a number 7... everyone turns and looks at me. "The fuck?" Ceres looks at me strange. Huss and Willow are silent. I feel a little awkward at the situation but thinking about the score... a 7. That's close to career territory right there. I grin at the screen. I just proved myself, right here!

Next up is Soya. Surprise, surprise. 3. Ceres scoffs. "I seriously wonder how you even got a 3." She jokes. Alma glares. "Back off!" He shouts at her. Soya waves Alma off.

"It's okay. It's okay." She sighs. Finally comes Ceres... with a 9...

"Wow. Pretty big. I guess I was right." She laughs. Nobody even seems surprised, nor do they care. We just all sit around as 12 rear their head.

2, 4, 6, 4.

After that, Soya immediately leaves to her room. Alma stands up a goes to leave. I do the same, still shocked by my score. I got a 7? A 12 year old... with a 7? Has anyone ever done that?

As I jump into my bed and pull up the covers, I lay my head on the pillow and think. We have interviews tomorrow... and I need to follow up this surprising score with that. However, my anxious drops when I remember.

Two more days... and the games begin. I shudder as my eyelids close.

When will I ever learn to make a chapter of 3K works... eh, I don't know. Hopefully when the games begin and I learn to drag out moments longer than they should be. Kind of like in DBZ... Heh, whatever... I'm already working on DBZ fanfics that get like, no views.

Anyways. Scoring chapters. Not as inflated as last time but Altar with that random 7. Hope you guys don't mind it.

Anybody gonna review? Eh. Up to you. See ya!