Hey guys! I am SO SORRYYYYYYY that I haven't written in FOREVERRRR. Well. I am finally out of school and back from my trip to Europe. And my procrastinating…yeah ive been writing this forever because ive had writers block. BTW it gave me ideas for Aislee's story-europe did..well now that I think of it…procrastinating would be a cool concept for the games. I hope you're not too mad at me Please keep reading and I am so sorry that this was so late.

A quick refresher:

Aislee is now a tribute in the hunger games and though she is from district 4 she is not a career. She decided to do anything to win though. She discovered she is amazing with traps and okay with a whip. Also if you didn't pick up on this earlier she is a dancer. Just saying. It's important.

Sorry if I don't pick up exactly where I left off. I am picking up at the dinner that is right after the private training sessions.

Okay, thanks for reading guys. I hope you did what I asked on chapter 6. If you didn't do it now….DID YOU DO IT! Well, I won't be all draggy like I normally am..not drag queen/ drag onnnnn.

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Enjoy!

Chapter 7- Scores/Interviews

I thought I did pretty good in my private training session. I probably got an average score. I thought about what other people were doing. Was Swan showing off some super intense skill that she hid from others? Nobody really hid their talents this year. I mean I kind of did by going to each station and just learning, but still I didn't really hide any talents; I discovered some. There was something about Swan. And Mayflower as well. I think she may have been hiding something. Their ally may hint that they know each others secrets. I am also very threatened by the Foster/Lottally ally. They're both extremely dangerous by what I could tell.

I was glad I was in the main room on the fourth floor now because I was starving. I sat down in the cushy love seat glad that I was alone. The silence was broken by many pairs of feet pounding against the floor. Shark, Finnick, Thalassa, and Darrien all came into the room and sat down at the dinner table. I got up and sat down at the table as well.

"Oh hello Aislee." Finnick said with a smile. "How did you do in your session?"

"Fine." I said to him. "I did okay." He is way too nice to me. I don't want to get attached to anyone so I'd rather not talk to him.

"That's great. What di-" Finnick was interrupted by the arrival of our stylists. They are dressed so…uniquely. The Capitols odd fashion sense gives me a headache.

"Hello!" The girl stylist said in a high-pitched singsong voice. AHHH it's so annoying.

"Hi." Sherrino said politely. He was so much better than the rest of the Capitol, but he still gets on my nerves with his 'Capitolness'.

A bunch of hello's reverberated around the room.

A few minutes later the smell of the sea drifted my way. It was so sweet and it reminded me of home. Many avoxes came in with plates of small side salads so colorfully delicious looking and plates of filleted salmon that had the most perfect pink tint that made me know it was perfectly cooked and fresh.

Once I enjoyed the delicious meal the avoxes brought out a dessert. It was a baked Alaska that was so delicious it makes my mouth water just thinking about it. I wonder why it's called baked Alaska. What is an Alaska?

"Everyone!" Thalassa said in her hoarse voice. "It's time to watch the training scores."

We all moved to the sitting area where a large flat screen television hung on the wall. Thalassa grabbed the clicker and clicked on the television.

"Now the training results for our lovely batch of contestants this year." Said the smiling announcer with violet hair and pale blue skin.

I grabbed a pen and notepad from the table behind the couch and wrote the training scores down so I can match them with my other notes later to study.

Training Scores:

District 1:

Ruby Glossing, 16- 6 (Bad for career)

Deemond Parada, 17- 9 (okay)

District 2:

Jenna Rembaux, 15- 10

Channing Hartings, 18- 10

District 3:

Vawna Herrington, 16- 4

Thatcher Bluse, 14- 3

District 4:

Me, 17-6

Shark Billow, 14- 2

District 5:

Haylee Fortenen. 15- 8

Trener Fujito, 15- 4

District 6:

Aballie Conseer, 12- 3

Foster Lockler, 16- 9

District 7:

Keely Oaks, 15- 4

Jolan Notting, 12- 5

District 8:

Lottally Northaway, 16- 8

Abbello Constine, 18-7

District 9:

Deenie Sostle, 17- 6

Dotcher Buterra, 18- 8

District 10:

Swan Folcher, 16- 10

Collus Steverou, 15- 7

District 11:

Mayflower Stempson, 14- 5

Marlow Aberson, 16- 9

District 12:

Jayden Horistein, 16- 3

Stephen Hawsten, 16- 5

I was sad that my score was average, but I didn't demonstrate that much. Maybe I could use my score to my advantage. Everyone's scores were very low or high. I feel that this batch of tributes isn't as good as the Capitol wants us to be.

After the television casting was over, I went straight to my room without talking to anyone. People probably thought I had no chance, especially against Swan. A letter slipped under my door.

Aislee,

You have interview presentation training tomorrow at 9 o'clock in the morning with Herrietta then with me for your interview training. Don't forget.

Finnick

Of course it's from Finnick. I'm not being conceited here when I mention Finnick's obsession with me. It's real. I'm just stating the obvious.

The next morning I arose at 7 to work out, shower, then get ready for my interview training. Hooray!

I can only say one thing about my training session with, gross, Herrietta: DREADFUL. Or any other word that works the same way. It was so terribly excruciating. I thought just looking at Herrietta was terrible. Three hours with her is just horrendous. She made me walk in mile high shoes, balance books on my head, talk with grace, act graceful, and have a dazzling smile. She said I excelled at failure. Wow, she's nice. It's not my fault I was not born to walk in painful shoes. I can do point ballet, but walking in high heels, that takes talent.

The three hours with Finnick were even worse. He doesn't give up! We did however discover that I am, or can act, like a graceful secret killer. They are opposite, I know, but it's what the Capitol wants. I am graceful because my stylists are taking my dancing background to a whole new height; I am secretive because my score wasn't good enough to pass off for a real killer; and I am a killer to please the Capitol. Wow. We worked on my smile, how to be sly, and how to act like a fake innocent while answering questions.

A/N: So I'm skipping the rest of this day because it's just boring. So day of interviews now. When Aislee is getting ready with Sherrino.

The stylist assistants are scrubbing away and 'beautifying' me. Great. I'm in so much pain. It's soon over though. They retouched my hair with more dye again, this time adding silver and purple streaks underneath the top layer. They put my hair into a ballet bun that made me miss home even more. Dance made me so happy. The streaks looked so cool in the bun. I had soft eye makeup with gray and white and a purple eyeliner streak on my top lid. They put on fake eyelashes that sparkled when the light caught them. Sherrino came in and the assistants left. We had a small snack of berry delight that made my tongue tingle.

"You look wonderful Aislee. I think that you'll really appreciate your ensemble." Sherrino said genuinely.

"Thank you. I can't wait to see it." I said. I didn't really care about seeing it but I know he probably worked really hard on it.

Everest ran in with a garment bag and a shoebox hung it up and then quickly ran out. Sherrino went over to where Everest put the clothes and brought them over to me.

"This is your dress. I was informed that you're a dancer and are brilliant at ballet. I designed your look after the gracefulness of a dancer and the wonders of the sea. Particularly an oyster, which holds a pearl." He gave me a knowing look as he unzipped the garment bag. He pulled out a beautiful white dress that looked like a ballet costume.

"It's beautiful." I said in awe. "Thank you so much. This makes me so happy."

He smiled as he said "I also have shoes for you." He pulled out two creamy white ballet slippers that would lace up to my knee. The dress would go about mid thigh and would look so nice with the shoes.

I couldn't keep my happiness on the down low. I squeezed Sherrino with both arms in a huge hug. "Thank you so much." My eyes became teary.

"You're welcome. Oh don't let your makeup run." He said reminding me that we were in the Capitol. "One last thing." He said as he pulled a long jewelry box from his bag. He opened it and there laid a beautiful necklace of perfectly shined pearls. I smiled and didn't say anything because I was truly speechless. This really made me feel so much more at home. I gave him one last hug and then he put the necklace around my neck. I looked into the mirror. She was beautiful. I was beautiful.

Sherrino escorted me to the place where we wait to walk on stage. The ceremony had just started. The grotesque Caesar Flickerman was standing on stage entertaining the crowd with a warm welcome speech.

The tributes were called on stage and we all were seated into a semi-circle by district. I walked and sat as gracefully as I could. I tried to walk as if I was doing a ballet performance. Ruby Glossing from district 1 looked absolutely breath taking. She was in, of course, a dress that looked like woven rubies, which it probably was. Jenna on the other hand looked terrifying. Pretty, but terrifying. She was wearing a jet-black gown that shimmered as she moved and she had an evil face on…which probably was natural, but still: Scary.

The interviews started and Caesar Flickerman and his odd greenness were bouncing with joy and jubilance as he interviewed 7 before me. Everyone had his or her angles. Menacing, shallow, conceited, happy, terrified, terrifying. I was very nervous as I got up to go sit down with Caesar. But I remembered graceful.

"Hello there Aislee." Caesar said. I smiled at him as I rolled my hands over the back of my dress to sit down.

"Hello Caesar. How are you?" I said softly and happily.

"Great! You want to get into these questions don't you? She's a catch this one. Very forward. Isn't she?" He asked the crowd. They cheered. He was a crazy man. If he actually thinks someone wants to do these interviews then he's crazy or the people who want to interview are psychos, which could be the case. I looked at Jenna who was extremely terrifying during her interview. "So, Aislee? How do you like the Capitol so far?"

"It's just fantastic." I lied. "It's a very magical place. It's so different than the ocean of district 4." I made sure to act as innocent as possible. "The showers are nice." I added randomly. I wanted to be somewhat truthful.

"Yes, indeed it is. The showers are great! Don't I smell like mint?" He asked as he lent forward. I sniffed and nodded while laughing. The audience erupted into laughter. These people are so thick headed.

The interview went on for two more minutes. We talked about the Capitol mostly and how I "loved everyone and everything here and thought it was the most amazing place in the world." It was an amazing place. Just not the most amazing. When Caesar tried to get information on my family I changed the subject. I did the same with my skills and hopes for the arena. I wanted to have some sort of edge. Herrietta wasn't going to be happy that I added to my angle. Whatever.

"So what about that Finn Terry. When he was called I'm sure all of Panem saw the looks between you and him. Is there something going on?" He asked.

"I'm sorry. I don't know what you're talking about." I said questioningly. "But if you're wondering if I have a boyfriend, I do not. I would rather not be tied down when I don't know my entire life plan." The buzzer rang. Caesar gave me a 'look'.

"I am sorry, but our time has run out." Caesar frowned. "I'm afraid we have to stop our little chat and move on. We all wish you good luck."

"Thank you and don't count me out. "

"We won't."

The rest of the interviews went by quickly after that. I kept thinking of the thing I said of my future. I tried to fraise it right. I hope the Capitol was thick enough to think I was talking about education or something. I hope Finn wasn't mad at me for lying about him. I didn't want him to get hurt if I did something wrong.

Okay guys. Sorry that I just ended it. I really didn't feel like writing more interviews or at least a summary of them. I really just want to get into the arena action. It's going to be really cool guys. Remember: Read and review! And also. Here is the a special look at the next chapter(only like a paragraph)…or maybe the next next chapter. I don't really know. All jumbled up:

I ran faster and faster trying to escape the doom that was pursuing me. I ran toward the traps I had set up the yesterday hoping to avoid them and have my unknown attacker get trapped. I took a sharp left turn and began my leaping. Thank god for ballet. I heard my persuer getting very close. I looked behind myself and kept running and then I was hanging upside down from my own trapped. I started to scream then stopped because I saw my executioner. She leaped towards me with the precision and grace of an experienced hunter. I was going to die very soon.

Hope you liked it. R&R and sorry for the delay.