Sorry, this is kind of a filler chapter because there's not a lot to write about between the Interview and the Bloodbath next chapter. To make things a little more interesting, I added a short pov from all three girls. But don't worry because the next chapter will be the Bloodbath and I'll be sure to include as much action as I can. Until then, please read and review!

Heather Pov

"Heather darling, you were amazing!" My stylist exclaimed, throwing his arms around me. Benvolio was rather expressive, and definitely a hugger. But after the first fifty hugs, you begin to just get used to it. He wore a lilac purple suit and had dyed his hair the same color for the event. As crazy as his style is, I will admit he did a wonderful for my outfit tonight.

I had simply mentioned how I love sunsets and he believed it to be fate wanting to represent me in the form of a beautiful sunset! Or at least, that was what Benvolio had gone on for half an hour about, trying to tell people about his epiphany. The sunset dress had proved to be one of the prettiest outfits i'd ever worn, though I couldn't help but feel a bit spoiled when I wore these fancy outfits. District 9 was not one of the poorest districts, but we weren't that far off. My aunt Nina worked as a seamstress and I helped her with her clothing kiosk in the market.

As my mentor had discovered, sewing clothes did little for me in the games, but it did give me the knowledge I needed to know on stitching up wounds and using rope. Still, my best skill was by far, the spear. I don't know how I had developed this skill, but I was eternally grateful for it. It gave me just a tiny bout of confidence that I had a chance.

Tomorrow would be the first day of the Hunger Games and I was more than nervous. Ever since I was young, the Hunger Games had always scared me. Still, Rayna and Lyn were my allies and I would not let them down. Or my family. Or my parents...

It had been four years since my parents had been taken to the Capitol and turned into avoxes. They were falsely accused of stealing money from the head peacekeeper. It was a lie. I had seen him throw some money at our doorstep and leave. Although, no one believed a little eleven year old at the time.

I now sat on my bed with my Avox mother standing at attention at the door. She looked so different from the last time I had seen her. Her strawberry blonde hair was pulled back into a tight bun and she wore a red avox uniform. It was hard to believe that this obedient, silent avox was my mom.

For the first few days, I hadn't known how to react towards her at all. She seemed just as uncomfortable as I was about it, but she was always watching over me, as she was now. I could still see the love of a mother under that horrible capitol obedience. Sitting up, I turned to her and asked for her to close my door. She nodded and complied. I then motioned for her to come over here.

She hesitantly walked forward and sat uncomfortably on my bed beside me, as I'd instructed her too. I hated commanding my own mother around, but it was the only way I'd get to see her. In fact, I might never see her again. Or my father. Or anyone. The Hunger Games began tomorrow and I had no idea of its outcome.

I knew that there couldn't be more than one winner. I knew that out of Rayna, Lyn and I, at least two of us would eventually die. I knew that the odds were stacked against us. But despite all of that, despite the rules, despite everything, I turned to my mother and hugged her for the first time in years.

Rayna pov

Let me make this very clear. Jada Emeralds is a bitch. A soulless, horrible, irritating, vicious bitch. I'm normally not one to get so ticked off...ok maybe I am, but that's not important. The point was that this stupid, know-it-all Career was treating me like an annoying little fly.

Well Rayna Woods does not stand for that! I glared at her throughout the entire interview session, thought of many different carvings I could make (into her skull that is) and was now determined to outlast that chic in the Games! Not only that, but she posed as a really threat to my team. I mean, I could easily destroy her in a knife fight, but still. Those Careers were a pain.

After flinging knives into a target for an hour straight, I finally decided to turn in for the night. Neither my stylist nor my mentor had the guts to speak. Though, I couldn't really blame them. I wasn't always the easiest person to talk to, especially when I was upset.

I might not have had a lot of friends growing up, but I had a fair few. Besides, I spent most of my time in the woods, climbing trees and flinging knives. My entire family knew that I was destined to be a District 7 girl. My dad even called me his little lumberjack when I was little. That was before he got really busy with work, but I still snuck out sometimes to be with him during his lunch breaks.

My mother, on the other hand, wasn't much of an outdoor girl at all. In fact, she didn't even approve of me being as much of a tomboy as I was. She'd always wanted a little girl to dress up and have that mother daughter bond, but I guess the odds weren't in her favor either. I was me and that wasn't going to change. So, we didn't get along too well. Sometimes, it really hurt to know that she was disappointed in me. But now, with me fuming over the horrid Jada, it was slightly easier to deal with.

Besides, I had two favorites in the family. Jax and AJ, my two amazing little brothers. They were both seven years old and twins. I loved them both so much. It only helped that they idolized their big sis and were always begging me to take them tree climbing. It tore me up to leave them. They had never been without me before and I had always been the one to cheer them up.

It really made me wonder what would happen to them if I died. Would mom let them play outside as often as we did? Would dad have enough time to take them on walks through the woods? Who'd play hide and go seek with them?

I quickly shook those thoughts out of my head. Worrying over what-if's would get me no where. I would win these games and get back to them. I was not going to lose to some Career snob like Jada. With that in mind, I turned off my lights and went to bed.

Lyn pov

After the Interviews, I was drained. I barely even acknowledged Effie going on and on about my performance and sponsors. My mind didn't seem to notice my prep team praising me. To be honest, I didn't even sign to Katniss. My thoughts kept wandering back to Rosa. What had she felt during the interview? or training? or the Hunger Games in general? What were her strategies?

All of these thoughts I'd spent years trying to forget were now beginning to emerge once more. And the timing couldn't have been worse. Tomorrow was the start of the Hunger Games, or the bloodbath as it's more commonly known as. The event that Rosa had just managed to escape. I remembered her just narrowly avoid death when she came into contact with a vicious Career. Would I survive through it as she had?

I currently sat in my luxury capitol room, wondering. Well, that was until I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned to find Katniss sitting beside me, a look of concern tugging at her features.

"Are you ok, Lyn? You seem really out of it." she commented, noting my worried face. I bit my lip, then sighed mutely.

'It's my sister. Rosa's Games was the worse time of my life. And now, I'm about to do the same.' I signed so fast that I was surprised that she was able to keep up. 'I just keep wondering what would have happened if she'd made it out alive. If I make it out alive.' For a while, I wasn't the only silent one. Katniss seemed deep in thought about my words.

"Well, you can't change the past. She didn't make it, but that doesn't mean you won't either. I'm sure Rosa would've wanted you to try your hardest. Besides, you've got a lot of people back home who care about you." she told me with a comforting smile. And I'll admit it didn't make the situation any worse, but it did make me feel better.

Katniss pulled out a crumpled piece of paper and handed it to me. It was folded up and the top read: To Lyn, in messy penmanship. Opening it up, I found that it was a letter. It said:

'Hi, it's Willie! Im writing to u becuz I rember wen u tot me! I miss u so much and I wanna wish u good luk and I wanna wach u win Lynnie! Mom says if u win, then u come home! A lotta peeple say u wont come home, but I no u will becuz ur smart and a good hunter! Ash says he misses u to and we hang out a lot now. He is a little sad now, but no wurries becuz Im gonna take care of him lik u say to. He says u was reelly pritty on tv and proud becuz u got a big score! A big guy with a bo hunts with Ash now and they bring lots of stuff home! Im gonna wach u on tv all day until u come home! I love u!

From Willie'

I couldn't help, but smile at his attempt of writing. Schooling in District 12 was difficult because there was no really order to how you got educated. Some teachers started with math and others started with history. Willie's teacher knew little grammar, which was why she taught her students more about science. So, he wasn't the best speller, but he was slowly improving.

Just the thought of him working on this letter made me want to chuckle. I could not have asked for a better brother. Katniss was right. I did have a lot of people back home and I was very thankful for them. I beamed at her and signed thank you. She nodded and left me to sleep, as I would need every bit of energy I had for the games.

And Ash. Of course, Ash had done exactly as he promised to. He was taking care of my little brother while I couldn't and feeding my family. My mind drifted over to the 'pritty' comment just before I felt a blush on my cheeks. I wasn't quite sure what to make of that. Under normal circumstances, I would have smiled or laughed it off. But ever since that kiss...

Well, things hadn't really been the same. Still, I had to make it home. For him. For Willie. For Rosa.

For me.