I can't believe it. I actually wrote a chapter in a day! I NEVER do that! YAY! So Now that I've written it, read it! And be sure to tell me what you think of it -nice words please-

When I woke up the next morning, a feeling of dread spread across my stomach. It was the day of the private sessions, and being honest, I wasn't ready. I slowly dragged myself out of the loathsome comfortable beds and pulled on what had grown to be a bland training uniform that I had worn all week. Once I was fully dressed and I had pulled my hair into a high ponytail to keep it out of my face, I left for breakfast. I ran into Roy on my way there. He looked like he slept just like I had; fitfully.

"Good morning," I muttered.

"Yea, sure." Was his reply and we walked quietly to breakfast together. At that moment I realized, though I had been spending a bit of time with him, I didn't know a thing about him, other than the fact he lived in the Seam and liked someone. I didn't bring anything up however. I knew that it would probably just make things more awkward between us.

We reached the table the same time Haymitch and Effie did. Effie was in her usual bubbly mood, but Haymitch didn't seem as drunk as normal. We sat at the table and Effie immediately tried to start a conversation about interviews that were also tonight. Haymitch just looked at us, signaling that he was about to talk to us personally.

"Listen up, you two." He started. I turned to him because whatever had to say was probably more important than Effie's babbling. He continued, ignoring the pink haired lady. "Today is the private sessions."

"I think we have that figured out," Roy intercepted. I figured out that they didn't share a very. . .friendly relationship. . .

"Alright smart one. Do you want advice?" Haymitch shot back. I sighed and stared at him to continue. "Thank you. The one thing the Gamemakers are looking for is anything amazing. From past experience, they'll be pretty bored from watching 11 other districts. Try not to do anything too stupid, though. They could easily decide to kill you as soon as you get into that arena."

"Thanks Haymitch." I said, saying it for both Roy and me because I know he would never thank our only hope for survival.

"Let's hope that it'll be enough," He replied and we turned back to finishing our breakfast. At the same time, Effie finished her aimless talking and looked at us for a reply. We stared at her incredibly, dumbfounded that she could continue so long without realizing that we hadn't been listening to her.

"I can't believe none of you listened! I guess I'll have to start again!" She said and started the whole topic again. We simultaneously rolled our eyes and tuned her out again.

A couple hours later, Roy and I were sitting side by side on a cold bench, waiting to be called 12. I watched as the other tributes were called out, but I never saw any of them return. They probably went back to their floors to wait for their score. Before long, I watched as Roy stood up as he was called. I wanted him to come back, to tell me that it we weren't going out there. More than anything, wanted him to be Ed telling me that it was all just a nightmare, but I knew that was just a fruitless dream.

In just a couple of minutes, I heard my name called. I walked out to find a platform full of people talking and drinking as if they were just at a gathering, not watching people try to get an advantage in the games.

"Trinity Grimm, District 12!" I called out, noticing that I was getting nobody's attention. I glanced nervously up towards them, but nobody even looked back. They all focused on talking to one another. I sighed and started with archery, failing to grab even a smidgen of attention. When that failed, I started on knots and climbing trees. When even that failed, I started to get annoyed. I pulled out a piece of chalk from one of my pockets and started drawing a transmutation circle on the floor of the training arena. I placed the piece of chalk back in my pocket and and focused my mind. I placed my hands on the circle. Suddenly, there was a flash of light, and I could hear a chorus of gasps. I looked up once the light faded, holding a good sized spear.

"Y-you are dismissed, Trinity." One of the Gamemakers called out and turned back to the rest. It was quiet as I walked back, throwing my spear to the side before I stepped into the waiting elevator. I was uncomfortable, yet still amazed at myself on my way up. Once I stepped out into the room, I was swarmed by everybody, asking me how it went.

"How did you do, sweetheart?" Haymitch asked, gripping my arms tightly.

"I-I amazed them with my alchemy?" I said/asked, chuckling nervously. That must have been what he wanted to hear because he sighed in relief and let go of me. Everybody else backed off and went to the couch. I followed their example and sat between Cinna and Roy, Roy being as silent as ever. We all fell silent the capitol anthem started to play and the scores started playing. Most everybody earned a 7 or 8, but I wasn't surprised to find that Olivier, May, and Ling all earned scores of 9. Then the moment came for them to show District 12's scores. I hadn't realized that I was holding my breath until I felt a cold hand grip mine. I thought at first it was Cinna's, but when I looked down, I noticed Roy was squeezing my hand in luck and nervousness.

I released my breath when Roy's score was announced, that and I felt like I was drowning. He got a 10. Everybody started clapping and patting his back, congratulating him. He let go of my hand after one last squeeze. I looked away as things got quiet again to hear my score announced. We all leaned close to the t.v. as the anticipation grew. A few seconds later: A score of 11. I covered my mouth in shock while people hugged me and let out breaths of relief and congratulating me as well.

"H-how? . . ." I questioned. Haymitch pat me on the back and smiled.

"You amazed them with your alchemy, sweetheart, that's how," He whispered. We would have kept discussing our scores, but the stylists decided it was time to get ready for the interviews.
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A few more hours later, I stood in front of another mirror, wondering who I was again. I wore a deep red, strapless dress, the skirt barely coming above my knees. It poofed out with many layers under it. I wore long red socks with flame designs that ran up and down the socks and small black ankle boots. My automail was cleverly hidden under the socks and the dress, so I wasn't worried about it showing. My face was void of nearly any make-up aside from some lip shine and blush.

"Simple and innocent, that's what makes it work," Tahnea said, coming up behind me. I twirled a bit of my curly hair that had had come loose from the red flower clip in my hair.

"Thank you Tahnea, it's beautiful," I practically sighed.

"Close your eyes for a moment, I've got one more thing," She said in her weird accent. I closed my eyes. I felt a cool breeze and a bit of tickling on my shoulders before it stopped. "Alright, open your eyes again."

"Oh, it's-" I started, but I couldn't say anything more. Intricate flame tattoos went across my chest and about half way down my arms. There was a faint dusting of red powder in my hair. I'd gone from a little spark to a flame in just a couple minutes. If I looked harder, I could see faint red eyeliner. The only thing I could say was, "It's a lot of red. . ."

Tahnea laughed warmly and loudly. "Yes child, you are the flame that will light the interviews up"

"I-I love it. Thank you!" I whispered excitedly and hugged my stylist.

"You are welcome. Now go with the others," she said and waved me off. I met up with Roy, who looked equally as amazing with red tuxedo pants, a white button up shirt with similar tattoos showing on his pale skin. He regarded me as we both walked down to where we were going to wait for our interview. Everybody else had already shown up and looked equally as wonderful as the two of us. Suddenly, I wasn't as confident. Roy squeezed my hand again. What was his problem with squeezing my hand? Did he think I was just some kid that needed consoling?

"Don't worry. You look way better than anybody else in this room.," Roy murmured. I blushed and let go of his hand. I walked over to a corner and sat on a bench that was there facing the large screen. A couple of minutes later, people begun going out for their 5 minute interview. It seemed all too quick before I could hear my name called out on the intercom and I had to walk out onto the brightly lit stage.

"Welcome, Trinity. What a lovely dress that is!" Came the cheerful voice of the interviewer, Maes Hues.

"Ah-Thank you so much!" I replied, remembering what Haymitch told me earlier. He told me to act as confident as possible, no matter how nervous I felt.

"By chance, have you seen the picture of my daughter yet?" He asked. Not giving me time to answer, he pressed a button and suddenly a picture of a dirty blond haired little girl took over the screen. "Her name is Elicia and she just turned 4! Isn't she just the cutest thing ever? Her mother is the most beautiful woman. . ."

"Um-" I started, knocking him out of his little rant over his daughter. He sat back down and adjusted his glasses.

"Yes, back to the interview. Now what's it like to have the highest score out of all the tributes?" Maes suddenly got serious. The audience seemed be holding their breath waiting for my answer.

"Well, it's a wonderful honor to have. It honestly surprised me when I saw the score under my name. We were all surprise I think," I answered, keeping up the confident charade. He nodded and leaned forward.

"I know it's hush hush, but think you could tell us what happened in your private session?" He asked mysteriously. I shook my head and laughed, causing him and the audience to laugh along. He composed himself slowly, and prepared another question. "Is there anybody back at home who's possibly waiting for you?"

"My mother, and my best friend Edward. Now that they're watching, I'd like to tell them that I miss them so much and I can't wait to see them when I get home," I said, pretending to dab my eyes. Maes made a sympathetic noise and hugged me.

"Well, let's hope you get home to your mother and your friend. Unfortunately, that's all the time we have with you. It was an honor, Trinity." Maes said and shook my hand. I smiled and shook back, leaving the stage. I passed Roy who was walking onto the stage as I left. I was greeted with hugs and smiles. Cinna and Tahnea told me I did wonderfully, but it was Haymitch I looked to for a complement. He just smirked and told me I probably just saved my butt.

"I lost my parents at an early age, so I've had to make do myself," I overheard on the t.v. Roy was talking about the past that I hadn't had the nerve to ask him about. I continued listening on. "Riza found me when I was about 17 and so we've been living together for a year now. I miss her terribly, and I can't tell her that I'm giving up, but she shouldn't get sad if I don't come home."

"That's amazing. I wish we had more. . ." I stopped listening at that point. He'd lost his parents at a young age, and I could hear in his voice that he wouldn't be going home and he knew it. I almost wanted to hug him as he walked past me. He got the same greeting that I got, but he just ignored it and walked past us towards the elevator. I watched him with sad eyes as he ascended. He looked back at me, with eyes that mirrored my very own.

I hate that ending, but hey! Guess what! It's the longest chapter yet and I'm proud of myself for that! I can't believe it! So yea, enough of that. I enjoyed this chapter the most. Not only is it the last filler chapter -of the beginning, there will probably be more- I actually liked what I wrote. It's rare that I do, but I actually enjoyed this chapter. So since I liked it, I hope you all do too. Have a good one!

A/N- When she's talking about how Haymitch talked to her earlier about what she should do during interviews, I didn't type this because even though I wished this chapter to be long, I didn't want it to be WAY too long. Hope that helps!