The first few days while the tributes were training was the worst. Dad let me take the next day off school because I was exhausted. They say you sleep a lot when you're depressed. I slept a whole 36 hours non-stop.

School was torture. Everywhere I went people were giving me sympathetic looks or patting me on the back. Peeta's other friends were all upset of course, but they didn't know him as well as I did. They didn't know about Katniss. They thought he had a chance in the games and were holding onto the fact that he wasn't dead. Yet. Kirsty and Martha took it in turns to fill the space where Peeta sat in lessons. I was grateful for it. The empty space would have made me burst into tears. Luckily both of them knew I wouldn't want to talk about it so they tried to distract instead. They passed notes, told jokes, and invited me out all the time. I went but I was only half into it, my mind always on Peeta. Wondering what he was doing in training. How he was getting on.

On the night the training scores came out, I was terrified. Dad was away in district 11 on some kind of sales conference so I was home alone. I suppose this is best. No one can see me cry.

Suddenly there was a knock at the door. I opened it wondering who would want to come visit me in the pouring rain. A bedraggled Gale stood on the doorstep. For one second my heart leaped, thinking he was going to ask me out again. It would be so romantic; we would kiss in the rain… But then I noticed how bad he looked. He had massive bags under his eyes, and somehow his face was gaunt and paler even though it had only been a couple of days. His once youthful, lively eyes looked older and pained, as if he was being burned alive. I guessed I looked something like him though probably not quite as awful. I guess losing Katniss had hit him bad.

'Hey' he grunted.

'Hi?'

'I wondered if you wanted to watch the scores with us at Katniss' house? Cos… well you know. We're in this together'

I was shocked. I wouldn't have thought he would want me around. But I did want someone there when I watched the games so I nodded and grabbing a coat followed him out into the rain.

We walked to the seam in silence, the deserted streets quiet except for the patter of rain. Everyone was tucked in there own home, ready to watch the long awaited training scores. Prim answered the door, looking mildly surprised to see me. I think she vaguely recognised me around school and from collecting medicines. Gale whispered something to her; she nodded and let us both in. Mrs Everdeen beamed when she saw us, but she looked like she was about to burst into tears.

'Rough week?' I ask.

'Tell me about it' she replies laughing lightly. 'Anyway, everyone round the TV'.

Me, Gale and Prim sit on the sofa while Mrs Everdeen sits in the armchair. The broadcast starts with Claudius Templesmith. He promises this is going to be 'The best games ever' and tells everyone to tune in tomorrow for the interviews. I don't recognise many of the tributes, as I was asleep when the reapings were televised. All the careers scored between 8 and 10. I don't really notice anyone else except a little girl from district 11 who gets a 7. She looks about 10 years old and I immediately feel a pang when I see her. God, the games were cruel. Peeta's familiar face flashes up onto the screen. I don't really care which score he gets because he was going to die anyway, but I didn't expect it to be very high. Definitely not the 8 he scores. I didn't know what to make of this, but all thoughts of Peeta were blown from my mind when I saw Katniss' score. An 11. No one in the history of the games has ever got an 11. She must have been really amazing. I saw Gale grinning next to me. Katniss didn't have anyone to try and save and she had just got the best score in training ever. The odds were probably very high for her winning. He looked over at me probably wondering why I wasn't happy that Peeta had got a high score. I simply grimaced and left, walking home alone.

I need people to review, Pwetty please?

Reading this and not reviewing really hurts my feelings

You have been warned ;)

Nancy