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The days pass slowly. My days are empty. There's nothing to do but worry. I worry, worry, and worry. I do nothing but worry all day and night. What else is there to do?

I could visit Prim and try to comfort her during the training scores tonight. I'll probably leave for her house soon. I haven't seen her since the opening ceremonies. I guess I just expect her to say something about my sudden exit. What will I say? Maybe she won't say anything. Maybe she didn't notice. People usually don't notice me.

She probably did though, but she's twelve. She won't quiz me on my abrupt departure. I'll just say it was hard to see them. Yeah, that's a good excuse. I'll leave out that I was angry they were holding hands. I'll also exclude the fact that Katniss kissing Peeta on the cheek made me very angry.

The training scores will be broadcasted tonight, and I'm not looking forward to it at all. What if Peeta gets a low score? What if he doesn't get a lot of sponsors? What if he dies in that wretched arena?

My eyes widen at the thought. No. I mean he can't. I told him not to. Katniss? She can take care of herself. She can hunt. She can survive. She'll get sponsors. Peeta is the one I worry the most about.

The interviews will be Peeta's strong area. He's great with words. I don't know about Katniss. Does sullen and hostile sell in the Capitol? No offense to Katniss, but she comes off as that. She can be nice and funny when she wants to be, but I rarely see it. I'm her best friend.

What if she dies?

I climb the stairs to my father's office. I have to stop thinking. Thinking just leads to horrible possibilities. I practically sprint up the stairs. Yes, socialization will do me good.

I bust his door open. This surprises him as he looks up from his stack of papers. "Hello."

"Hello, father." My father and I have been awkward since my mother's death sentence. I don't really know why. "I'm going to the Everdeen's household. I just thought I would let you know."

"Why?"

What? "Why wouldn't I?"

"Why can't you associate with Delly Cartwright? Her friends? They seem friendly enough."

"Delly's friends don't like me if you haven't noticed." Wouldn't surprise me much. He's always got his nose in some papers. He's always busy. He always has something he needs to do. He never has time for me. Maybe that's why things have been awkward between us lately.

"Are you trying to say something, Margaret," he says as he raises his eyebrows at me. The action makes me even madder than I was.

"You never have time for me. Your work is always more important than me."

"That is not true."

I laugh at the absurdity. "It is!" He looks concerned. Yeah, I'm laughing. "It always is!"

"Madge, are you okay?"

I stop laughing. "You think I'm insane now? Is that it?"

"No…"

"Do you need to get something off your chest? I'm all ears."

"Well, I'm just concerned that you're hanging out with Seam residents."

"Well, what's wrong with that?"

"You, Margaret Undersee, are the mayor's daughter. You have a reputation to uphold."

"Yes. Associating with people that hate my guts is really going to help uphold my reputation."

"You can find someone."

"I did. Do you know where he is right now? Off to murdering children."

"Madge-,"

"It's true," I interrupt him. "How can saying the truth be treason?"

"Margaret Undersee, you do not say anything bad or treasonous toward the Capitol." I nod and roll my eyes. I've heard this before. He lowers his voice. "The house is bugged as well as the district, so you have to be extra careful. You're being monitored twenty-four hours a day. They watch your every move. Do you understand me?"

Huh, didn't know that. Crap. Did they hear what I just said? "Oh."

"Just go," he says as he places his head in his hands.

"I'll be back soon." I saunter down the stairs and to the front door. "Just another perk to being the mayor's daughter," I say under my breath, my tone dripping with sarcasm.

I practically jog to the Everdeen's house. The training scores are going to begin any minute now. I don't want to be late. I also don't want to watch, but I have to.

The small house comes into view, and I run a little faster. Poor Prim. She must be a mess. I wonder how her mother is doing. Did she blank out again like Gale predicted?

I finally reach the tiny residence and knock on the door without a second thought. It takes a moment or two before Prim answers the door. "Hi," she says. Her voice still isn't its normal cheerful tone, but I pretend like I don't notice.

"Hi, Prim! I was wondering if I could watch the training scores with you. Would that be okay?" I just realized how pushy I must sound. What is she going to say? No? I'll do anything, though, to get out of my bugged house.

"Yeah, sure," she says without any enthusiasm. She motions for me to enter, and I do. I want to leave as soon as I see that other guests have decided to watch with the Everdeens, too.

Gale and his family are all seated around the petite television. The children sit on the floor. Mrs. Everdeen and Mrs. Hawthorne sit on chairs. Gale sits on the couch all by himself. The training scores have already started. District 4 is up already.

"Hi," I say nervously. Gale's eyes are glued on me. Yes, Gale. Get it over with. Say something to embarrass me.

"Hello, dear. How are you," Mrs. Hawthorne asks.

"I'm fine, thank you. How are you?"

"I'm doing fine." I say my hellos to everyone else, too. I also make sure to thank Mrs. Everdeen for having me over, even though she didn't expect me to come in the first place.

I take a seat next to Gale. I really don't want to, but there aren't any other spots open. Rory made sure he had a spot next to Prim. It's cute. Young love.

Gale doesn't seem too thrilled to see that I took the seat next to him. Yeah, I'm not too thrilled, either. The couch is a loveseat I guess. We're squished together. It's really awkward.

"I didn't know you were coming," he says simply, his tone still emotionless. The training scores pass by, but I don't really pay attention. Everyone else, though, have their eyes locked on the television. They probably don't even notice Gale and I are having a conversation.

"I didn't know you were coming, either."

"Katniss would've wanted me to be here for Prim."

"That's nice of you." The words are out of my mouth before I can stop them. Did I just…compliment him? Wow, what happened? It seems like just yesterday we were fighting about stupid stuff he usually said. Yeah, I'm blaming him for our fights.

"Yup." An irritating response, but it's better than a sarcastic one. I glance at the television. It's already to District 7. Jeez, where does all the time go?

"Are you scared?" The words are out of my mouth before I can stop them again. Of course he's not. If he is, he'll never admit it to me.

To my surprise, he nods. The action surprises me. A lot. He must have read the shock on my face. We're admitting things to each other now? "Not what you were expecting? Yeah, I'm scared. Terrified really. More for Prim than for me."

"Me, too." I glance at the television. It's up to District 8 now. Mediocre scores fill the television.

Gale and I sit in silence until District 11 comes. I involuntarily edge closer to the television. The boy goes first. He gets a very high score. The girl, Rue, is up next. She looks so tiny. That's what Prim would've looked like on the screen if Katniss hadn't volunteered.

Rue gets a seven. That's a pretty good score. She won't attract many sponsors with that score, but it's pretty good. I guess she won't die as quickly as I originally thought she would.

The thought makes me angry. She has just begun her life, and they already claimed it. "Stupid moronic Capitol," I mutter under my breath. "Just killed another innocent soul."

Gale stares at me with shock on his face. Peeta's on. I don't want to miss his score.

"Well, well," he whispers, "the mayor's daughter is treasonous. Never saw that coming."

Peeta gets an eight. I can breath. I never knew I was holding my breath. "The truth is the truth whether you want to believe it or not," I say, repeating the words he said to me once. I must be imagining things because I thought I saw a glimpse of a smile from Gale out of the corner of my eye. It disappears as fast it came, though.

I hear the sharp intake of breath as Katniss comes on. Seriously? No one is happy Peeta got a good score? I'll celebrate at my house I guess. Katniss gets an…eleven? What? What! She got an eleven!

The house is absolutely ecstatic. Everyone is hugging and smiling. I haven't seen Prim smile since I don't know when. The same goes for Mrs. Everdeen.

Rory makes sure to hug Prim. It's adorable. Gale and I sit in our seats uncomfortably. We pretty much just became acquaintances. We barely talk. We definitely don't hug.

Prim jogs over to us and wraps us both into a bear hug. We both return the hug. Our hands lightly brush, but we pretend like we don't notice.

"Congrats," I say to her as she removes herself from our embrace.

"Thanks." She says with a smile. Her voice isn't dead, either. She finally sounds like the old Prim.

I smile like everyone else. I hug like everyone else. I'm happy for Katniss. I'm absolutely terrified for Peeta. I now know all of the support is leaning towards Katniss. Everyone wants Katniss to win. Being here with these families made me realize that.

No one wants Peeta to win. They want him to die if that means Katniss will come home. Anything. They want Katniss to do everything and anything to come home. Even if that means she has to kill. Even if that means she has to kill Peeta…

"I should probably get going," I say suddenly. Everyone bids me goodbye as I exit the front door. I know one thing. That's the last time I'll be watching the Hunger Games with the Everdeens.

A/N-Thank you for all of the reviews! REVIEW AGAIN, PLEASE! Sorry this wasn't before midnight, but technically I did update in about 24 hours. Six reviews and I'll update tomorrow!