"Come on, Annabeth!" Effnia called. "It's another big, big day!"

This time I didn't force myself out of bed. Once I saw the 1 flash across the screen, I ran straight to my room, tears stream-ing down my face. I didn't wait for comments from Katniss and Percy. I wasn't in the mood to face them this morning, and I wasn't in the mood for an interview.

"ANNABETH CHASE!" Effnia hollered. "DON'T MAKE ME COME IN THERE!"

I groaned, but made myself face them. I dressed in a white tee and khaki pants, and walked toward the dining area.

"Ok," I said, putting my arms out. "Insult me all you want. I prefer rotten tomatoes than fresh ones."

"Annabeth!" Percy cried. "Why would we do that???"

I put my arms down. "I got a 1 in training, didn't I?"

"Annabeth," Katniss told me. "That was a great strategy! Making yourself look weak!"

Percy smiled at me. A smile that said, I told her. You have to pay me back before I die.

"So, you're not mad?" I asked, sitting down.

"Of course not," Katniss told me, putting her hand on my shoulder. "Annabeth, even if your skill really was a 1, you're still from my district. And you still have potential."

Twist sat me down again, about to tell me my outfit for the interview.

"Most of the time, tribitues will wear an outfit matching their district," she explained. "This year, I want to do something different. Instead of your outfit reflecting your district, I want it to reflect you."

After answering a few questions, we put a pretty good outfit together. In the end, I had a black tee, a dark colored army jacket, camoflauge pants, combat boots, a bow slung on my back, and a knife strapped to my belt.

I sat in my seat, watching as the first kid being interviewed, the girl from district 1, was answering questions.

I have to say, Percy looked pretty good. He wore a blue hoodie, camoflauge pants, a pair of muddy tennis shoes, and a bit of seaweed tangled in his hair.

Before long, I was called up to be interviewed. This year, the guy's hair and makeup was a flaring mix of red and orange.

"So, Annabeth," He began. "I'm sure we'll start with a question everyone wants tje answer to. Why in the world did you get a 1 in training?"

I blushed, not sure what to say.

"I'll just say," I told him. "That I'm usually an underdog in everything I do."

I glanced at Karniss, who smiled and nodded approvingly.

"Ok, let's move on," he said. "Is there anyone at home you are desperate to go home to?"

"Yes," I replied, sighing. "My Aunt Freyna and two cousins, Canary and Gavin. Excspecially Gavin." I hoped Gavin was watching right now. "He was having a really hard time. The first time he talked in weeks was saying goodbye to me after the Reaping."

"Ah, yes," He cooed. "The Reaping. How did you feel when your name was called?"

"To say the least," I began. "I was very surprised. You see, I have a thing for architecture and honestly hoped I could stay in district 12 and make better living quarters."

"There you have it," the man stared at the audience. "A young girl with a dream for making her district a better place. Who better for a Quarter Quell?"

The alarm beeped, and I walked back to my seat as Percy walked up.

"Why, Perseus," the man began. "I'm sure we all have the same burning question," the audience nodded. "Why were you being escorted by two Peacekeepers during The Reaping?"

Percy winced, as if his scars suddenly burst open once again.

"Uh," Percy responded. "I got into some trouble. A carrer made his way into 12 and things just escelated from there."

"Ah," the man mused. "Do you have any, love interests?"

Percy glanced at me, and I caught a look at Katniss. She dug her head into her legs as of to say, Not again.

"Uh, I do," Percy answered, looking at the audience again. "We've been together for a long time, and I'd hate to see that go away."

"Are you wanting to go back home to her?"

"I don't think I can," Percy admitted.

"Why is that?" he asked. "You had an eight in training!"

"It's because," he glanced at me again. "She got a 1."