Author's Note: I'm going to be gone for a field trip to OPI! WOOOO! So don't expect writing between February 13-18. Just putting that out there.

Disclaimer: If you were smart, you would already know.

My slumber is interrupted many times throughout the night. First of all, this annoying person with a knife kept waking me up and telling me not to worry that eternal slumber was coming. I had to keep shooting him in the face to make sure he wouldn't come back.

Dawn is breaking my windows. The glass shatters and cuts me. After a nice morning brawl with Dawn, I gorge myself on the food. Toes, liver, brain, and bottle-caps. Mmm.

As my mind wanders off, I sit drooling and mumbling unintelligent things. When it comes back, I see Aymitchhay and Peeta.

"Alright. I'm going to train you guys. Who wants to be trained separately?"

Peeta and I both raise our hands.

"Well, since both of you want to be trained separately, I'm going to have to train you together. Now both of you go to the training grounds. Don't underestimate yourselves. Don't show off your secret weapons. And most of all, don't fart. Now get out there."

Grumbling, Peeta and I head down to the gym. Immediately, I shoot arrows. I hide my secret weapon, which is a concealed knife. Peeta does the same. I move to the knot tying section. Peeta does the same. I move to the camouflage section. Peeta does the same. Peeta apparently is doing something stalkerish, such as following me around everywhere. Wait a second… stalkerish! That's not a word!

So, the next 3 minutes pass with Peeta and me doing stalker-like things. Hopefully, stalker-like is a word. We fart at everything, despite Aymitchhay telling us not to.

At lunch, we go to this bar at a shady side of town.

"Want some cocaine?" a person asks me.

"Coco? Sure!" I reply. I pull out a 20 and accept the package.

"So… you going to give me that 20?" the person asks.

"No."

"Uh… Ok then?"

I walk away.

The next day, Peeta looks at me and screams. "Y-y-you have a shadow!" He runs away.

I look down. Surely this idiot is fooling around. Wait, what's that? It looks like a silhouette of a person, but it has no distinguishable features. What's that called again? Oh yeah! A shadow! Wait a second… ARGHHHH!

I run away from that area, trying to escape my shadow. There is a door in front of me. I study it carefully. It is a door that opens in, with a bulb-like handle. I slam into it. Oh yeah. Doors are supposed to be opened. I open the door and race inside.

I screech to a halt.

"What the?" I proclaim.

"We are here to determine your score. So please, demonstrate your ability."

"No."

"Uh… you can't just say no."

"That's how much you know!"

"Uh… excuse me?"

"I don't wanna!"

"What?"

I left.

Well, you guys know I'm leaving, right? Well, how about making a welcome back present? You can contribute by pressing the button right…

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HERE!