I groaned as I head a knock on the door. "Go wake up Jean and Arada first!" I yelled.

Joseline answered, "But you're the closest!"

I groaned, as I heard a beep. Joseline came in, and I realized she had hacked my password. I groaned again as Joseline began shaking my shoulders. "Stop..." I mumbled, "Stop...Stop!...STOP ALREADY!" I smacked her hand away and she recoiled.

"Well, you are not an early bird." She left the room, and I sighed. Today is the day when they'll announce the trial scores. I was, though, curious.

I slowly picked myself up and began to brush up. I made my hair into a ponytail, wore an overlarge t-shirt, and some leggings. They can't blame me for not dressing up because I could change this outfit into a dress! And it's the Capitol! Where everybody wears crazy stuff!

I thought of Joseline's outfit today, and shuddered. She had a puffy skirt that barely showed her feet, and on her skirt were so many frills and ribbons that I wondered how she got that washed. Her shirt was no better either, it was simple, in fact, but the shoulders were puffed up and had a big bow on the back. Her frizzy hair complemented her outfit.

I was about to exit the room, when I noticed a rock I brought from home. It was just a smooth river stone, really, but I remembered getting it when I first met Jean and Arada. I fingered it, and then brought it with me.

Once I entered the living room, I saw Jean on the couch, sitting with a smile on her face. "Good morning!" She said.

I grunted, and saw she had a purple silk shirt on with skinny jeans. I sat on one of the stools and I saw Joseline come down the stairs. Her eyes were frantic and I heard her mumble, "Your Aranda friend is the worst when it comes to waking you up."

After a few minutes, Arada came downstairs in a robe. She sat near Jean and turned on the TV. We were just in time to hear Caesar announce Jean's score.

"District 11, Jean. Score of ten."

I saw Jean nearly fall of her seat, but if Arada wasn't there, she would have fallen. I went over to her, and patted her back.

"District 11, Miley. Score of ten."

Now it was my turn to almost fall of the seat. Sure glad I moved to the couch with Arada and Jean.

"District 11, Arada..." I heard Caesar hold his breath for a moment, "A score of 3...point 5." Then all went blank and there was a crack in the TV. My stone is now gone.

Joseline screamed, "Miley! What did you do?!"

I smiled devilishly, "I wish that wasn't a screen and Caesar is actually there."

"Yeah, you deserve better than that!" Jean chirped.

Arada shrugged, "I only threw knives and a trident."

"Well, you should have gotten at least a 7!" She chirped again.

I nodded my head and then I saw Gwan come down with our stylists. He said, "I heard a commotion, what did they do?"

"Well, apparently, Miley really hates Arada's score." Joseline sniffed.

"And Caesar! Don't forget Caesar!" I said. The moment I said that, I instantly regretted it. My stylist, Jessica, took notice of me and began squabbling.

"Miley! What on earth are you wearing?! Did I not tell you about your fashion senses?"

"Actually, this is a very pretty outfit, because you could change this, into a dress." I said, in a matter of factly voice.

"Gwan! Did you hear of your sister's scores?" Joseline broke in.

"Probably something like a 4?" He asked.

"Actually, that was Arada's score."

"Oh, then is her's lower? Like a two?"

"No, she got a 10...Her friend Miley did too."

I saw Jean stuck her tongue out at him, but Gwan didn't notice. He just scoffed and went upstairs. I saw Jean's stylist, Kenny, give her a smile and Arada's stylist pat Arada on the back. Meanwhile, I wasn't so lucky. Jessica, still fuming, tugged me on my arm to show me how I could make it into a dress. I sighed as I went into the bathroom, made some adjustments to it, and came back out with a strapless dress. I heard her sigh happily, and she went into the kitchen to eat.

My stomach grumbled, and Joseline, taking notice of me, clapped her hands, "Well, let's eat! Since today is the day when Caesar interviews our tributes after all!"

My jaw dropped, "Wait, it's today? I thought it was tomorrow!"

"No no no! We pushed things up a bit and the interview is today! Didn't your stylist tell you that?"

I felt an anger well up in me, as I would have been glaring at Jessica if she was still here. I saw Jean and Arada slightly nod, and I figured only Jessica didn't tell me it. I picked up my rock, fingered it a bit, and smiled. It resembled a snail's shell a bit, and Jessica isn't the brightest.