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And it's a sad picture,

the final blow hits you

Somebody else gets what you wanted again

You know it's all the same,

another time and place

Repeating history and you're getting sick of it

-Change, Taylor Swift

Katniss runs into her room, crying. What happened? Did she miss the bull's eye? Probably. Effie and Haymitch leave to figure out what happened, and I let them go, happy to have some time to myself. I am thinking on my strategy, and know that Katniss can't know what I'm going to do. Tomorrow I'll ask Haymitch to train us separately. At least I won't have to spend as much time with Katniss. Haymitch and Effie come back, bewildered at Katniss's reactions. She's probably just being a drama queen, aching for attention. I chitchat with Haymitch and Effie about my training session. Haymitch is in a good mood, so I guess it went better than I thought. I'm happy if that's true, because I'll get more sponsors, and have a better chance of going home-to Lenya.

When the sun begins to set, Effie goes to call Katniss to dinner, and the stylists arrive. Believe it or not, Katniss actually attends. I'm dying of curiosity, and need to know what happened. While the adults are going on and on about the weather, I meet her eyes and raise my eyebrows. What happened? She doesn't answer. I nearly let out an exasperated sigh.

When we reach the main meal, Haymitch finally says, "Okay, enough small talk, just how bad you were today?"

I decide to try and make Katniss feel better so that she'll actually answer, so reply, "I don't know that it mattered. By the time I showed up, no one even bothered to look at me. They were singing some kind of drinking song, I think. So, I threw around some heavy objects until they told me I could go."

Katniss still doesn't answer.

"And you, sweetheart?" Haymitch coaxes.

"I shot an arrow at the gamemakers."

I freeze, and stare at her in disbelief. "You what?" Effie says, horrified.

"I shot an arrow at them. In their direction. It's like Peeta said, I was shooting and they were ignoring me, and I just…I just lost my head, so I shot an apple out of their stupid roast pig's mouth!" she says angrily.

"And what did they say?" Cinna asks.

"Nothing. Or I don't know. I walked out after that."

"Without being dismissed?" Effie gasps.

"I dismissed myself."

"Well, that's that," Haymitch says, not seeming angry at all. I stare at him in disbelief.

"Do you think they'll arrest me?" she asks. I snort. No. They are just going to guarantee your death in the games, smart one.

"Doubt it. Be a pain to replace you at this stage," Haymitch tells her.

"What about my family? Will they punish them?" she says, worried.

"Don't think so. Wouldn't make much sense. See, they'd have to reveal what happened in the Training Center for it to have any worthwhile effect on the population. People would need to know what you did. But they can't, since it's secret, so it'd be a waste of effort. More likely they'll just make you life hell in the arena."

"Well, they've already promised to do that to us anyways," I add in earnestly.

"Very true," Haymitch agrees. "What were their faces like?"

Katniss smiles. "Shocked. Terrified. Uh, ridiculous, some of them. One man tripped backward into a bowl of punch."

We all burst out laughing, except Effie who is trying no to smile. She replies, "Well it serves them right. It's their job to pay attention to you. And just because you come from District Twelve is no excuse to ignore you." She freezes. "I'm sorry, but that's what I think."

"I'll get a very bad score," Katniss said, unconvinced.

"Scores only matter if they're very good, no one pays much attention to the bad or mediocre ones. For all they know, you could be hiding your talents to get a low score on purpose. People use that strategy." Portia says comfortingly.

I add in, because all the attention is on Katniss and she doesn't need a pity party, "I hope that's how people interpret the four I'll probably get. If that. Really, is anything less impressive than watching a person pick up a heavy ball and throw it a couple of yards. One almost landed on my foot."

Katniss grins at me, and we finish eating dinner.

After dinner, we leave the room to learn our scores. I record them down in the same place I wrote down the tributes. Marvel from 1 gets a nine, while his partner scores an 8. The District 2 tributes both score tens. Elia from 3 got a 4, while her partner got a 7. Both from four got eights. Finch gets a 7, while her partner scores a 5. The siblings from 6 both get threes, while both from 7 get sixes. One of the tributes from 8 scores a four, the other scores a two. From 9, one gets a 6 while the other gets a 3. The crippled boy from 10 gets a 6 which is suprising, considering his leg. His partner gets a 5. The large boy from eleven, Thresh, scores a 10, while his 12 year old partner manages a 7. My face flashes up on the screen. I lean forward in anticipation, and score an eight. My face relaxes into a smile. A career score! Katniss gets an eleven, and the smile turns into a frown. Why is she always so much better than me?

"There must be a mistake. How…how could that happen?" Katniss asks.

"Guess they liked your temper. They've got a show to put on. They need some players with heat." Haymitch replies.

"Katniss, the girl who was on fire. Oh, wait until you see your interview dress."

"More flames?"

"Of a sort."

Why does she always get the attention? What do I do wrong? I force myself to congratulate Katniss, before slipping off to bed.

While I sleep, I dream of Lenya.

I'm sitting on the tree stump outside her house when she runs out, with her little sister. I smile, and stand up to hug her, but she stands back.

"How could you?" she says angrily. "How could you abandon us? You liar! You never keep your promises!" My friends and brothers join her, closing in on me. "Liar," Yarrow says. "Weakling. You were beaten by a girl! A girl!"

Delly walks up to me, and raises a knife, the blade glinting silver in the sunlight…"

I wake up sweating, and head to the dining room. Effie goes to wake up Katniss, and when she comes back, I tell Haymitch my plan. An alliance with the careers, and declaring love for Katniss on national television.

Katniss joins us, and starts shoveling food into her mouth. "So, what's going on? You're coaching us on interviews today, right?"

"Right." Haymitch replies.

"You don't have to wait until I'm done. I can listen and eat at the same time."

"Well, there's been a change of plans. About our current approach."

"What's that?"

"Peeta has asked to be coached separately."

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