This was probably the most disgusting moment of my life. First I got waxed, then I was bathed by OTHER PEOPLE, then I was oiled down, again, BY OTHER PEOPLE, and then they left me in a room. All in half an hour. Phew. And then Alovera walked in and held a seriously orange, seriously frilly dress. You want to know the truth? I hated it. Like, as much as an arachnophobic hates spiders. Yeah. That much.

"That's got to be the frilliest thing I've ever seen." I hissed.

"Well, you better get used to it, because you're wearing these in the interviews."

"No. No way, Jose. I can't stand the thought of being seen in that dress by ONE person. LET ALONE THE WHOLE OF PANEM!" I screamed. Alovera just shrugged. Whatever. HEY! Maybe he's trying to make me look weak and then turn me into a killing machine in the arena! Nah, he's not smart enough for that. I tried it on, and to my surprise, it was pretty comfy. It felt like I was wearing a cloud. Or feathers. Or the hair of my victims. Hee. I liked that last one. But I still hated it.

"Well, what do you think?" he asked.

"This has got to be the stupidest thing ever. LOOK AT ME! I'M THE SIZE OF THAT DUDE FROM 11!" I shouted. He sighed, pulled out some scissors, did something with the sleeves and skirt, and voila!...I still hated it. But still, it looked considerably better. Then he applied some gold and silver makeup to my face, dusted something all over me (probably some more glitter) and braided my hair.

"Done."

"The first successful shot I ever made was when I was 4. I threw it at a tree, where my dad used to practice. I hit it in the center." I said, smiling at Caesar. "After that, I just taught myself again and again. Usually, you go for the medium-weighted ones. The light ones can get thrown off by wind, the heavy ones do more damage, but you know, it's heavy. Average is best." I explained.

"I understand. And Miss Clover, if you won the Hunger Games, what would you do?" I wanted to say I would probably commit suicide because I didn't have Cato beside me, but you know, that's why they invented SECRET couples. So I said, "I would probably still keep training and enjoy the fame and such." Caesar nodded.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, Miss Clover Rivers!" he said as he took my hand and lifted it up. I twirled and walked out. And then, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, and then there was 12. Those people know how to make a show. A sappy, boring, cheesy romance show. The guy was totally like, "Oh, I LOVED someone since the day I've seen her in like, Elementary, but she's not noticing me! OH NO! Well how 'bout if I win? Well, OH NO again because…SHE CAME HERE WITH ME!" Puh-lease. I'm going to P-U-K-E. But the Capitol people loved it. Well, whatever. 12 only has 2 winners in like, 74 years, and one of them is dead, and the other a drunken slob. Again, PUH-LEASE. When it was all over, I went to my room and scrubbed everything off. Then I put on some comfy clothes and went over to the Training Center and practiced a bit. Tomorrow was individual sessions. I HAD to impress them I was shooting for a 9 and up. I had to. I practiced as much as I could before I just had a dizzy spell. It was weird. I never get dizzy spells. Just then, that wave of nausea just broke and I just crouched down, puking. It was really weird. I still blame the Capitol food. I'm SERIOUSLY going to talk with Snow about this. Well, if I get a chance. After I was done, I still felt sick so I just went up to my room. Tomorrow was individual sessions. I NEEDED to get a 9 and up. So be it.

THUMP! The blade of my last knife hit the center, dead middle. They dismissed me. I was pretty good, except for when this one time, I just got a sudden cramp in my stomach and my knife hit the area just outside the center. It took all my might not to scream at Seneca, "HEY, MISTER! TELL SNOW TO BE A LITTLE MORE CAREFUL ABOUT THE FOOD BECAUSE I CAN MAKE AN ACCIDENT LOOK PUR-RETTY REAL!". I'm dead serious.

"From District 1. Marvel; with a score of...-" yeah, yeah, I tuned out. Well, until he said District 2.

"Cato. With a score of…10." YAY! I jumped up and hugged him. But everyone else was watching. I just realized that. So then I punched him. I know, weird, but it was all I could think of. I ran back to my seat to see my score.

"Clove. With a score of…10." "OH MY GOSH, YAY!" I screamed. I jumped up and hugged Xova. And then I started crying. I have no idea why. It was super weird. "You okay?" Alovera asked me. I remember snapping at him, saying, "Of course, I am. Back off." And then I stormed upstairs. That was it. It was the final straw. I couldn't hold it anymore. I searched my mind, desperately. Could it be the flu? No, that couldn't explain the crying and mood swings. Was it a brain problem, or something? Nah, I'd probably feel pai-, wait. Am…am I…pregnant? The thought dawned on me. Puking and nausea, swings, cravings…that had to be it. I ordered an Avox to bring me 4 tests. She came back 10 minutes later with them. I read the instructions. I'm supposed to pee on it? That's sick. But I have to find out. I went inside my bathroom and did the process. Now I was supposed to wait a half hour.

I paced around my room. Time could not ever go more slowly. Okay, that was it. I went into the bathroom at like, 29 minutes and 40-something seconds. I scrambled to find the tests. Oh my God. This isn't happening. It can't be. On the test, was a little pink plus sign.

Dun. Dun. DUNNNN. Hi guys! Sorry I haven't been posting in a long time. I went back to school, and I'm in gifted, and yeah. LOTS of homework. So PLEASE Read and Review and subscribe. If you want anything to happen really badly, PM me. Or leave it in a comment. So what happened to Clove? Will she still win the HG? I'll try to update soon, thanks guys!