The rest of the week went pretty much the same. I trained, I ate, I slept. Today was the day of our private sessions. I had absolutely no idea what to do. Since I'm from twelve, i'll be the last one anyway. I eat breakfast, which is like, purple eggs, and go to the elevator. Haymitch is in there. "Any advice?" I ask.
"Do good. Show them everything. Be remembered."
With that, the elevator stops and I get out. I wait, and wait, and wait, for what seems like forever and finally it's my turn. I walk in, and look at the gamemakers. They are drinking and laughing like dummies. I clear my throat and say,"Brooke Hays," loudly. They all look at me.
I go to the knife throwing station. I grab a dozen knives, ang throw them all one at a time. Bull'seye! All of them. Them I throw a spear. Bull'seye! I look up and they aren't even looking at me! I shoot a dozen arrows into targets. Bullseyes all of them. But the gamemakers still aren't looking. I get really mad. I grab a knife and sprint to the net at the top of the ceiling. I climb it, and go to the corner where the net is bolted to the wall. I cut it. The net goes flying straight into the gamemaker's platform! I land on the edge. I stand up and lean against the wall. They are all too drunk to even hear me! I clear my throat loudly. They all look in my direction. Their faces startled. I throw the knife in my hand and it goes flying at a target. Bullseye. I jump down and walk out. I seriously thought about flipping them off, but I didn't. I walk into floor twelve. Seth is crying and holding ice to his shoulder. Haymitch is helping him. I roll my eyes and walk to my room. - It's time to get our go like this:
D1 Gleam-10/ Sparkle-9

D2 Cato-10/ May-10

D3 Click-4/ Erin-3

D4 Ray-5/ Tailor-4

D5 Charlie-2/ Rachel-3

D6 Sam-4/ Carrie-3

D7 Brett-2/ Penelope-7

D8 Will-4/ Silk-2

D9 Jared-4/ Rose-2

D10 Luke-2/ Marie-4

D11 Aaron-2/ Rain-5

D12 Seth-3/ Brooke-12

WOW! A twelve! That is the only/first twelve in hunger games history!


Cato's POV:

A TWELVE! HOW IS THAT POSSIBLE? How did she get a twelve? If anyone should get a twelve, it sould be me! NOT HER!

I storm off to my room. I start hitting and throwing everything in there. I slump on my bed and May comes in. "You okay?" she asks. She is such a STUPID person! "DO I LOOK OKAY?" I yell. She runs away, crying. I think she has a crush on me. I go down to the training room, and guess whos there. Brooke.

For four hours Effie trains me to walk in high heels. And to act all fancy and stuff. Boring! After that, Haymitch works with me to find an angle.

"You're too small for hostile, too headstrong for nervous, too ugly for sexy, hmmm." He says.

"Thanks." I say sarcastically.

"Oh I've got it! You could be rude, annoying and sarcastic."

"Really, are you serious!"

"I guess"

Then, I walk away, like a boss! "Seth's is a wimpy wuss." he says I laugh, half-heartedly, and walk into my room.


Later when it's about two hours until the interviews, Cinna comes and gets me. He pulls out my dress. And my mouth flies open!

My interview dress is amazing! It is a full length dress. It is a pitch black dress. On the bottom of the dress is the design of flames. The flames are made of a mixture of gray and whote feathers. Not the big over the top ones, but the ones that look real. And it is a ballgown dress. Inside the hem is a small button an on button. When Cinna pushes it, the storm pattern from last night. When the storm turns into the flames, the gray image dissolves, and the gray and white feathers turn a brilliant orange and red! It is the most amazing ever!

"People have begun calling you the Simple Storm, after your outfit at the opening ceremonies, so I thought that I'd piggy-back on that." Cinna says. He curls my long hair that falls to my waist. It looks great! He puts dark black makeup on, and we head to the interviews.

First is district one, then two and so on. When it's my turn I walk up to the stage, shake Cesaer's hand and sit down. I press up the button. Everyone oohs and aawws. Even Cesaer.

"So Brooke, How are you faring?" he asks.

"I'm great, nothing better than thinking of a thousand ways people could kill me." I say rudely and sarcastically. Thinking of my angle Haymitch and I talked about.

"Oh. How did you get that twelve?" He asks. "Do you think that I would be stupid enough to tell you in front of all those people who wanna kill me?" I ask

"Well no." he says. The crowd is practically falling out of their chairs laughing.

"Is there anything you want to tell your friends and family?" This is it, my chance to get all the sponsers. My way to make everyone in their crowd sob.

"I don't have a family. They died when I was six. In a mining accident. Then I stayed with my brother, who was nineteen. A year later, they struck water in the mines. The mines flooded, and he drowned. I have lived in the community home since then." I say, tears falling down my face. The cute ones, not the ugly shaking sobs." But, I want to tell my friends, not to give up. To fight, forever." I say, then the buzzer goes off. I walk back to my seat.

Set comes up next and cries the entire three minutes. He nailed his angle. I walk off the stage when it's over, and Haymitch walks me up to our floor. We are in the elevator alone. "Good job, you showed your rude side, your soft side, and your strong side." he says. I nod, and burst into tears. I sob.

Tomorrow, we start the games.