A/N: Okay, just be mad at me. I know it's been AGES since I updated, but you can blame my school and its' stupid homework. Seriously, it takes up ALL of my spare time! I'm not even kidding -.-

And I know this chapter is AWFULLY short, but it was all I had time to write. I'M SO SORRY. I really hope you can forgive me for being such a horrible person right now.

Plus, I'm working on another story, but I don't really know where I'm going with that one. Maybe I'll upload it after I've written a few chapters?

I'll try to update soon, but I can't promise anything. Read and review?

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Katniss' POV

"Katniss, where are you going?" Alice looks at me while nodding in the direction of a table a bit to the left for us. "The others are over there."

"I promised Madge I'd sit with her today," I reply, expecting her to look weird at me.

She does. "Why? I mean, she's a bit strange," she says as-a-matter-or-factly.

"Does it matter? Peeta was her only friend, and now she's all alone. The least we can do is to keep her company!" People around in the cafeteria are starting to look at us now.

Alice notices too, and understands that we should stop. "Fine," she says, "do whatever you want. You know where to find me if you change your mind."

I shoot her a glare before I walk over to the table where Madge is sitting alone. "Hey," I greet.

"Hi," she replies. "Did you have an argument with Alice?"

"It was more like a discussion."

Fortunately, she decides to change the subject. "So, did you ask your dad about the sponsoring thing?"

I smile, remembering that we're trying to sponsor Peeta. "Yeah, we put up a jar in the bakery this morning. I'll tell you how it goes."

"I'll drop by later to leave some money."

There's a long silence between us, but it's not awkward. All I do is think about Peeta, and how I won't know anything more about the Games until they have their private sessions with the Game makers.

"You should eat."

I look up at Madge, and realize that I haven't touched my food.

"It's only ten minutes left of lunch," she continues.

"You're right," I say. "I should eat." The last thing, I say more to myself than to her. I really need to get my mind off Peeta.

Peeta's POV

The next days go by quickly, and before I know it, I'm watching Caesar Flickerman on the TV screen while he's telling us the tributes' scores. The tributes from District One and Two each gets a nine or ten, Aaron gets a six, Corin gets an eight and Pearl gets a nine.

I hold my breath while Caesar reads my score. And it's a twelve! A freaking twelve!

Effie jumps and squeals with joy. Poor Effie, she's the only one who hasn't understood this. There can only be one reason for me to get a twelve. The Capitol is angry and wants to make me a threat to the other tributes.

"Peeta, how did you get such a high score?" Portia asks. She must know the reason, but it's probably cameras in here, so I guess we have to act surprised.

"I don't know," I reply. "I didn't do anything special, I swear. I only shot with the bow and arrow, and made some snares until they told me I could leave."

Caesar reads Maia's name, and we return our attention to the TV. When she gets a five, no one has the chance to say anything before she stomps out of the room.

"Well," Haymitch says, breaking the awkward silence, "tomorrow we're getting you ready for the interviews, so you both get four hours with me, and four hours with Effie. Why don't you try and get some sleep, Peeta?"

I nod. "I will."

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Bad ending, but can you be and angel and review anyway?