So sorry for the long wait! There was one person who I told that this chapter would be up by Saturday but I'm late! I'm guilty! Well hope you enjoy this chapter!

"Katniss, up, up, up!" Effie tweeted, knocking on my door. "It's a big, big day! And I mean it. We're training the kids today."

I groaned and shoved a pillow on my face. I hadn't had much sleep last night, as I was staring up at the ceiling and replaying my little encounter with Anthul last night. Blinking sleepily and confusedly, I decided to summarize what had happened for like the sixtieth time.

Anthul had moved his head away from mine slowly, opening his eyes. I had JUST gotten over my shock and was ready to mirror his actions but he'd finished up too soon. My eyes had followed his pointer finger as it rested on my lips. "Our secret, okay?" he had whispered, looking intently into my eyes.

I had nodded somewhat hesitantly. Before I knew it, I was out of this one-of-a-kind man's grasp and was escorted to my bedroom where he'd said goodnight and walked off without a single glance back. I had bit my lip and quietly went inside, where tears heavily flowed down my cheeks and onto my lap. My legs had given way and I slid down to the floor, thinking of no one but Anthul and Peeta.

Peeta. He was my first and only kiss, before last night. All these years I'd intended to keep it that way. Not even Gale had kissed me full on the lips before, just little brushes on my cheeks and hands.

When my eyes couldn't possibly produce any more tears, I had somehow managed to drag myself onto my bed. I'd glued my vision to the ceiling and could not fall asleep for hours.

So by the time Effie was telling me to get up, I felt like I had slept for about two minutes.

However, I knew that this day was important. Effie and I were to prep Faye and Floyd for their interviews with Ceasar Flickerman, which was tomorrow night. These interviews are the key factor to winning sponsors, and it is my job to make sure my tributes have the right personality.

I hurriedly put on a pair of sweatpants and a skintight blue cami with a built-in bra. When I looked at the full-length mirror, I decided this was all wrong. For goodness sake, I had kissed a man last night and I'd surely be seeing him sometime today. I did not want to look like a slob, so I chose something more presentable: a gray/silver V-neck shirt and a pair of skinny tan pants. At the last second, I grudgingly grabbed a bra. I went to the bathroom to wash up.

"Katniss! I thought you'd never get here," Effie exclaimed as soon as I arrived at the breakfast table. "Hurry, eat. You'll start with Floyd in five minutes and lunch will be at one. Then you get Faye." I glanced at the clock. It was nearly nine o'clock and Effie already had my whole day planned.

I shoved a stuffed croissant in my mouth and gestured Floyd to follow me. I led us to a large, colorful room with no windows.

Since Haymitch wasn't here anymore to give me a hand on this little lesson and I seriously could not remember what I had told my past tributes to do before, I had to procrastinate. "So um, Floyd. Tell me about... tell me about your family."

Floyd furrowed his eyebrows, confused. "My family?"

I nodded hastily. "Is your family close-knit?" Floyd scoffed. "Are you guys the arguing type?"

That was it. For the next ten minutes, Floyd rambled, keeping me speechless.

"My siblings and I fight a lot, especially my older brother with my older sister. They argue about everything. My brother's eighteen, two years older than me." Huh. Floyd was sixteen. I had thought he was about fifteen since he was so lanky. "And my sister's seventeen. A lot of boys chase her, even some from town." Floyd's eyes suddenly turned dark. "My younger brother and I mainly get along but we still argue sometimes. Not that much, though. His name's Collin. Collin's probably the smartest of all of us; he was the first to see my sister's problem.

"My sister - her name's Ash, by the way, short for Ashley - she probably hooked up with half the guys her age in District 12. Never did she look for love, all she wanted was 'fun.' My dad and both granddads were too busy in the mines to notice and my mom was busy looking after all of us. There's us four kids, our parents, and all four of our grandparents, so that made ten of us. And Grandma and Granny Ralph both get sick all the time. When Collin noticed something funny about Ashley... me, him, and Burnet told our parents. Father disowned her and yelled at her to never come back because she was a disgrace, and Mother was in a terrible mood for months. My brothers and I never intended to have Ash out. It just... we just had to tell our parents. And a few weeks before the reaping was when we found out Ash was pregnant. And the list of possible fathers of the baby was long.

"No one in my family will support her through her pregnancy and birth."

Floyd's family life wasn't devastating or terrible. It just seemed very rocky and going through a very tough time, a lot for a sixteen-year-old to handle. I opened my mouth to say something but was cut off.

"After I was reaped, Ash came in to say goodbye to me. And she said to at least try to win so that she and her baby could live in luxury."

My eyes narrowed in anger. What a selfish creature! Bringing shame into her family and then expecting something huge from the one family member who was going to the arena of death. "Floyd," I said firmly, "don't let your hell of a sister prevent you from trying to win. This can be your chance to show Panem you aren't just... just..." Whatever that came out of my mouth next was sure to be offensive.

"That I'm not just a poor laughable kid from District 12."

"Um, yea."

There was an awkward silence. Then Floyd spoke up, "So what's my personality?"

So far, Floyd seemed like a quiet, lonely kid from the outside but inside he was fiery and had a lot of words to say. I didn't hesitate to reply, "You're surprising, Floyd."

"I'm surprising? What's so good about that?"

I chuckled. "Oh, that's good. Surprising is good. People can't wait to hear more about you, but in order for that to happen, you must win the Games. And the more people want you to be victor, the more sponsors you'd get, Floyd. Do you understand?"

Floyd nodded tentatively. "What I don't understand is how you think I'm surprising. I'm not surprising at all. I'm just a bore."

"No, you're not." Floyd didn't seem convinced. "Okay. Let me prove it to you. Answer my question. What do you think of the Capitol?"

"The Capitol... it's very... um... big?"

"Floyd, relax. Just honestly answer the question."

"The Capitol has a lot of colors? I'm trying, I'm trying," he added hastily as I pursed my lips.

"All right. A lot of colors, you say. What's the most mind-boggling?"

"Razzmatazz," Floyd replied with a straight face.

I barely caught myself from letting out a guffaw. "WHAT?" I couldn't tell him to stay serious though cause this is exactly the kind of "surprising" I had meant.

"Razzmatazz. It's a real color."

I let myself grin. "Good going, Floyd. Be exactly like this and the crowd will love you!"

Floyd didn't loosen up. He bit his fingernails and said nervously, "We're gonna practice more, right?" I told him he didn't really need to, but he insisted we did. "Come on, Katniss, throw me some questions."

I gave in. There was no harm in it, after all, and we had hours ahead of us. I asked him questions that Caesar Flickerman asked the most often, such as "Do you feel confident enough to go in the Games tomorrow?" ("We'll see," Floyd answered with a smirk) and less popular ones like "Is there a certain tribute you are... afraid of?" ("Oh, I think I scare myself more than the other tributes combined are to me," Floyd joked). We finished up pretty quickly.

"See, Floyd. No reason to be nervous. You're a jewel." Floyd grinned sheepishly, revealing a very cute dimple on his left cheek. "Well, you're off the hook til lunchtime."

"Kay. What can I do?"

"Lounge around in your room. Eat. Go in our new computer room." The computer room had rows and rows of computers, laptops, and stuff called "tablets" that I'm barely getting used to since the room was just opened last year.

Floyd was gone within a split second. I wondered if he's been sneaking into that room since training. I smiled at the thought. If he did, he truly was a tribute one should be aware of.

Lunch came sooner than usual. We started at 12:30 since Effie was at the end of her rope with Faye. "Such a rebel," Effie muttered lowly so that only she and I could hear. She was sitting at the head of the table and I was next to her. "She's worse than you were, Katniss. It's a shame, I was so sure the Capitol would be pleased to see a pretty face coming from a grimy place like District 12."

I was used to this kind of talk from Effie, so I didn't bother wasting my breath to defend my home. Amused, I said instead, "Did you tell Faye that?"

"Oh yes. She got all riled up for no reason and refused to do anything I asked her to after that. It was a compliment!"

If Faye was anything like Gale, and she's proven that she was, of course she'd been aggravated. I couldn't chortle just yet, though, since I had her next.

At precisely 2, Effie called us from our break and took Floyd with her. He had a sour face on. Faye's expression wasn't much different. I hadn't even moved an inch before she demanded a thirty minute break in the middle of the lesson.

"We'll see," I shot back. "I'm in charge here, remember?"

"No, you're just a mentor. You're technically not in charge. No one from the districts ever are."

That sounded just like something Gale would have said, so I didn't respond to that.

"Well?" said Faye sharply. "Are you gonna train me here in the kitchen or what? Get a move on, you 'mentor.'" She spit out every syllable for the last word.

Okay. It'd been what, sixty seconds, and I couldn't stand it anymore. "Fine, Faye. You'll get your break. Lucky for you, it isn't just half an hour. It's all this training time. Go."

For a second, Faye looked hurt. I had half a mind to take back what I said since Haymitch had probably been in this position with me, but when she retorted, "Fantastic. I'll have the best four hours of my life. Now back off," I changed my mind. She marched off angrily, only stopping to pick up a whole basket of food to take with her.

I bit my lip, fighting back emotions. Three people from home had asked me to look out for Faye, to root for Faye. And I was failing. I had always dismissed her, ignored her, neglected her, just because of her behavior.

It was unacceptable.

Yet I couldn't call Faye back. She'd never listen to me. So what was I to do for her upcoming live interview?

Cinna. He was the one person I could talk to now.

I got up and distractedly walked to a room I assumed was his. But instead of being greeted by Cinna, I was face-to-face with...

Anthul.

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