Authors Note: So again this is not written by me it is written by my cousin or Kitty-Wolf-Chan if you want to look her up: D

Chapter 21: Pancakes and Waffles

I wake up feeling light and pleasantly refreshed. I put last night's nightmares behind me and swing my legs out of bed, landing like a ninja on the floor. Joe (who is already up) turns and gives me a quizzical look, his toothbrush sticking out of his mouth and foam on his lips. I laugh at his appearance and a small smile forms on his features.

"You seem happy today," he states, although, it sounded more like 'yourm serm harmpy tordar' through the toothpaste.

"Well I suppose I should live life to its fullest before the Games!" I chirp.

He arches an eyebrow before turning back to his intense tooth brushing. I stumble to the door just as it opens and wacks me in the nose.

"Wake up! Rise and shine sleeping beau- Oh, you're already awake," Earney exclaims.

I scowl and rub my nose irritably. "Sure am."

Have I mentioned how much I hate his Capitol accent? Not recently? Well, I hate the Capitol accent.

Anyway, he ignores my now-red shnoz (If you haven't heard of that word, it means nose)and my constant muttering under my breath, twirling across the floor as if it was his own personal dance floor, and let me tell you this, Earney cannot dance. I try and muffle my laughter with my hands, but fail miserably and snort humorously. Earney whirls around and sees my all-but-impressed face as an embarrassed blush creeps up neck.

Of course, it isn't that noticeable through his Capitol make-up anyway.

Joseph snickers at this rather loudly, probably thinking something along the lines of 'I didn't know this guy had any shame' or 'woah, did Eve just snort?'.

Well I have news for him. I like making a complete fool of myself, thank you very much, Nighton. In fact, in the games I'm probably going to be an idiot and trip over a banana peel or something on public television. Oh yeah, I am smooth.

"Okay," Earney clears his throat, recovering from his earlier humiliation. "Who's up for breakfast? We'll discuss tactics over waffles and pancakes."

I perk up at the sound of food. I could really do with some waffles and pancakes with their delicious aroma and maple syrup dripping from the golden goodies delicately, forming a pool on the perfectly crafted plate.

"Evanjaline, you're drooling," Earney says.

With that, Joe cracks up with laughter and I glare at them, wiping away the trail of saliva that has begun to make its way down my chin. I curse the deliciousness of waffles and pancakes before making my way to my bedroom where I can get dressed.

I settle with wearing jeans and a halter-neck top and make my way out to the cafeteria. I see Earney and Joe sitting at one of the tables and join them, scarfing down my waffles and pancakes, with very disapproving looks from Earney. What, hasn't he seen District 12 kids eat? We really pay no attention to manners.

A few other kids from the other districts enter the cafeteria and I catch Vado send me a feral snarl. I figure I don't want to make enemies with him, but since I'm going to die anyway…

I stick my tongue out at her childishly and make a face. Seeing this, Earney almost chokes on his breakfast, Joe laughs cheerfully and Vado seems kind of taken aback. I grin at this.

"What are you doing Evanjaline? Do you want to get yourself killed?" Earney says.

Umm, it's kind of inevitable.

"You're already on their lists for getting a ten!" he continues. "And now you're taunting them?"

Joe's still laughing, now humoured by Earney's flustered attempts to make me less mischievous and more disciplined. Hey, call me when that happens.

"Yeah," I reply indifferently, blinking.

Earney buries his face in his hands. "I don't know what to do with you two."

"How about let us control our actions so we can take this game?" Joe suggests, leaning back in his chair.

Earney sighs. "If you do that, you're going to get yourself killed within the first hour."

I snort. Please, I can last longer than an hour with Joe on my team. Does he not believe in us?

"Oh ye of little faith," I smile. "I bet we'll make it to the final five." Even if it's just Joe.

He raises an eyebrow. "Do that and I'll see if I can do anything for your families, but BOTH of you have to make it."

Damn, there goes my original plan, but still…SCORE.

"It's on," Joe and I agree.