Chapter 4
Aemelia came back today. She tells me it was a necessary surgery, that cottage cheese was appearing on her ass.
The past few days have been the training period for the tributes, and tonight the tribute's abilities will be tested and graded. They're going to be interviewed tomorrow, which is my favorite part of the games. As tradition, Apollo will come over like he always does, and we will kill time until the scores are posted at three o'clock.
"Who do you think is going to get the highest score?" I ask Apollo. He's "helping" me clean out my closet.
"Thresh, maybe," he says, "But you never know. Remember last year? The really strong looking tributes got lower scores than the others." He picks up a mysterious article of clothing and throws it in a corner.
"Okay... Let's put the clothes I'm gonna throw away in the corner," I pick up another strange piece of clothing
"Good. That's what I've been doing. I really want that little girl from District 11 to win. Rue. She's so cute."
"Shut up, Apollo. You sound creepy. If you want her to win so much then call up Priam and change your bet," I examine a dress that I've never worn. Eh, I'll wear it some day.
"I'm not creepy. I just want her to make it in the games. A good score will get her sponsors." We both stop what we're doing when we hear Aemelia squeal and something break downstairs.
"She broke a plate. Again." I shake my head and hang the dress back up.
"Did you ever finish Portal 2?" Random subject change. Good ol' Apollo.
"Nope. I got pretty far though."
"What happened to GLaDOS?"
"Wheatley turned her into a potato and took over Aperture. But in the end she regains control... I think." I have never understood this game.
"Well... okay," Apollo says, looking at his watch. By the his widened eyes I can tell that it's three o'clock. We race downstairs and turn on the television. Missed the part where they go individually, but that doesn't really matter. My tribute got the highest score I've seen for a long time. Eleven out of twelve.
"Wow. My tribute did pretty well. How did Thresh do?" I ask.
"He did okay. Got a nine Your tribute did amazing. I don't think I've ever seen a better score."
"Me neither." We break for a very late lunch of slightly underdone pancakes, just how I like them.
"I guess she's not as weak and defenseless as we though she was," Apollo says after finishing his pancake. He's talking about my tribute. I glare at him.
"Fine. As I thought she was. And Priam. I'm not sure about Cal, though." he crosses his arms and puts his head down on the table. I take a drink of water.
"I guess she just might win the Hunger Games after all," I say. Apollo and I look at each other and he laughs.