It's been a few weeks since I've been back at Peach. I haven't really been talking to Nazz ever since that night. She's too caught up training and when she's not training, she's flirting with the others. Well, they've been flirting with her, but I don't think she's taking their advantages. At least I'm in the clear with that.

Where I live, we use knives to mark which peach trees are good for picking. Although, most of us at home have never eaten a peach in our lives. So I've been using a knife mostly. From what George has told me, Nazz has been using a blowgun and a bow and arrow mostly. I guess she likes things that fly.

"Well, it's been a rough nine weeks." Says a voice over a speaker. "Let's tally up the training scores."

First, it starts with Maze and his district partner getting an eight out of ten. Then Stone and his partner getting a nine out of ten. I look back at him and he gives me a smirk. I give him a scowl and look back to the screen. It finally comes down to me and Nazz. I get an eight out of ten. Nazz gets the same. Not bad, I think.

"Good luck in the games." Says Stone, sarcastically.

"Screw you, Stone." I retaliate.

"I think I might enjoy killing you." He says.

"You wish."

"Come on, Eddy." Says Nazz. "I don't want to see you in another fight."

"that's the first thing you've said to me in weeks." I exclaim.

"I was busy training. I've been meaning to talk to you." She responds.

"Well, I can agree with that. Let's just get back to our floor."

We make it back to our floor when we realize somebody's here. We head to the bathroom to see eight people crowded into a bathroom. They seem pampered and clean except mine. They look like they came from the district neighboring ours, District Lemon.

"What are you guys doing in here?" I ask, disgusted.

"Oh we're you customization team." One of the people says.

"Let me guess. You're here to make us look nice." Says Nazz.

"We're to make an impression. We hate the Kingdom just as much as you do." Says one of the Lemon stylists.

"Yeah, who doesn't?" I say.

They then start to explain that they wanted to make an impression to the Kingdom that they should leave the districts alone. Me and Nazz are shocked that they want to make us a staple for some sort of resistance. Sure the Kingdom sucks but we don't a war to start. From what we learned in school, we went through an ass-load of trouble that started this whole games thing.

As they tell us to head to our rooms, I head inside and see my room has been modified to a stylist's dream. I'm a little angry but I decide I need to look good to impress her. So I sit down and they get to work.

It takes a fifty long minutes of tearing, picking and brushing to get me to their desired state. I look like a bundled up doll that's been used by a kindergartner. But, it's better than nothing. They dress me in a suit with long coat-tails. I go in and see Nazz. She's more beautiful than ever. Long, combed hair, flashing blue eyes, and a long flowing dress made with fresh silk (my mother is a seamstress). I stand back amazed.

"How do you like it, Eddy?" she asks.

"Uh, it's perfect." I say.

She smiles at me and walks away. I know that when I get up there, I'm going to do something stupid.

We head to the stage and notice that we're all in a line. Like from the training center, from the first district to ours. They all looked fresh and dolled up, like they don't realize some of them might die. The first interview goes rather slowly, then it goes to the second district. The first five districts go slow and boring, from our point of view, until it goes to district toys.

People from District toys, from what I heard, are feisty and aggressive. So it's no surprise to me that they get into a fight on stage. Then it finally heads to our district. Nazz goes up first.

"So, how are you?" asks the interviewer.

"I'm fine, if you must ask." Says nazz.

" I see your from District Peach, and the word peach really compliments you."

She starts to blush. Meanwhile, I'm pissed.

"So who did you come with?" he asks.

"My district partner is Eddy. We've known each other since grade school."

"Oh." Says the interviewer. "old friends."

"We're not really friends. We're just there." She says.

She's right. We haven't spoken to each other until now. She's always been just there. We've only spoken to each other just now.

"So, what are your plans if you win." He finally asks.

"Oh, I don't know." She says. "Probably move out of the house. Go to college, get married."

"Wow, already thinking about the future. Well, thank you Miss Bartonschmeer. Now to our next contestant."

She walks off and I head onstage. I already hate this guy. He has white hair and white eyes. Hell, everything he's wearing is white.

"Hello Eddy." He says.

"Hi." I say plainly.

"So, do you want a cigar?" he asks me.

"Fine." I take his cigar and start my smoke.

" So, what's a handsome fellow like you doing on the games?" he asks.

"I volunteered." I say.

"Ooh. Looks like we got a Career." He says.

"Don't call me that. Ionly volunteered just so we don't have a kid making our district already look more horrible than it is."

He then starts asking me stupid stuff. Like, how did you get inside the district. How I got so stocky. Then he asks me about my family. I tell him that my mom doesn't care, my dad doesn't care, and my brother competed in the games earlier. He finally tells me who I'm fighting for.

"Nobody. I'm no fighting for nobody." I exclaim.

I could tell he knew I was lying. So I finally confess.

"Well, one person." I finally say.

"Let me guess. Somebody back at home."

Without thinking, I say "I'm fighting for my district partner." I immediately cover my mouth.

But it's already too late. The crowd's already going 'ooh' and I see I've embarassed Nazz.