Hey fellow THG fans. I apologize for not updating all week. My teachers are piling up last minute assignments before finals. I was too busy working on that stuff to write another chapter, but I finally got a day's break to work on it. Here it is. I think I'm only being able to update once a week. On the weekends most likely.

I hear knocking a little after I hear a door being slammed shut. I open my door and peak through the gap. It's Effie and Haymitch knocking on Katniss's door. Now I know something is wrong. They knock for about five minutes they back away from the door and start toward the dining room. I open my door wider when they're out of view. I walk over to her door and knock on it. 'Go away' I hear. At least that's what it sounds like only muffled from the thick door. I walk back to my room with my head down.

About an hour later, Effie knocks on my door for dinner. She then walks over to Katniss's door in her high heels and knocks repeatedly. No answer. I walk over to the dinner table and sit down. It's just Haymitch, Effie, Cinna, Portia, and me sitting the table. I guess Katniss isn't going to show up. I really want to know what happened to her.

In the middle of our first course, she walks through the doorway with her eyes slightly red and her face a bit splotchy. She sits down in the empty chair across from me. Even though everyone averted their eyes back to their plates, I continue watching her while I eat. She keeps her head down and her eyes on her plate.

I keep my eyes on her, while I occasionally glance down at my plate. Finally before we are about to be served the main course, she lifts her head slightly staring at me. Now that I have her attention, I want to ask her what happened, but I don't want the others to hear because I'm sure she doesn't really want to talk about it. She shakes her head and looks back down at her plate.

I guess Haymitch notices because he then says, "Okay enough small talk, just how bad were you today?" Katniss looks up at me with what can only be a death stare. I think I just made it worse for her.

"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," I say with a slight frown. Katniss relaxes a little bit after I say this.

"And you, sweetheart?" says Haymitch. She gives Haymitch the same death stare she gave me. She straightens her back and looks down at her plate while she says, "I shot an arrow at the Gamemakers."

I drop my fork on the plate and stare at her in disbelief. I know she's a bit short tempered, but shooting at the Gamemakers. That's a whole different level of anger that would only lead to trouble especially where we're going.

"You what?" Effie says in a really high voice, which is saying something compared to her Capitol accent.

"I shot an arrow at the. Not exactly 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 and an apple out of their stupid roast pig's mouth!" she says raising her voice.

"And what did they say?" Cinna says.

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

"Without being dismissed?" gasps Effie.

"I dismissed myself," she says a little too confidently. Then I guess realizing the depth of this situation, she hunches her shoulder forward. Haymitch grabs a buttering knife and a roll.

"Well, that's that," he says buttering the roll.

"Do you think they'll arrest me?" she asks.

"Doubt it. Be a pain to replace you at this stage," Haymitch says indifferently.

"What about my family?" she asks. "Will they punish them?"

"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 make your life hell in the arena." says Haymitch taking a bite out of his roll.

"Well, they've already promised to do that to us any way," I break in.

"Very true," he responds. Katniss watches Haymitch eat his pork chop. Then he starts to chuckle. "What were their faces like?" She starts to smile slightly.

"Shocked. Terrified. Uh, ridiculous, some of them. One man tripped backward into a bowl of punch." she says, her smile bigger now. We all start laughing except for Effie, but one look at her and you can tell she's trying to suppress a smile.

"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 says. Then looks around her. "I'm sorry, but that's what I think."

"I'll get a very bad score," Katniss says upset again. Portia assures her that some tributes use a low score as a strategy.

"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." I speak up. Katniss beams at me. I guess we actually cheered her up. We finish our meals and walk over to the sitting room. First there are a few commentaries and then they show the tributes' scores. Boy tribute first and girls second.

District 1: 9/9 District 2: 10/10 District 3: 5/4 District 4: 9/8 District 5: 6/5 District 6: 6/4 District 7: 7/4 District 8: 6/3 District 9: 7/5 District 10: 4/3 District 11: 10/7. Finally District 12.

I feel myself becoming nervous. This is it. My training score. My picture shows up and then an 8 flashes below it. What? How come I did good? I was expecting some low number not 8. Then my picture is replaced with Katniss's. An 11 flashes below hers. An ELEVEN! I fight the urge to hug her and congratulate her for doing so well. Why would the Gamemakers give her a high score? I don't mean it in arrogance or anything. It's just … it's just too good to be true.

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

"Guess they liked your temper. They've got a show to put on. They need some players with some heat." he says while glancing over at me. Luckily Katniss doesn't catch this.

"Katniss, the girl who was on fire." Cinna says raising his glass of wine and giving Katniss a one armed hug. "Oh, wait until you see your interview dress."

"More flames?" she asks with a slight frown on her face.

"Of a sort," he says mischievously. I wonder what he has in store for her. Whatever it is, I know she will look beautiful as always. She walks over to me.

"Congratulations." I say while the adults receive more glasses of wine.

"Thanks. You too." she says. The look in her eye says it all. She doesn't trust me. Well, of course she won't trust me. She thinks I'm going to try to kill her in the arena or hope she gets killed. But, I'm not. I'm trying to save her, the exact opposite. She walks toward her room. I want to come clean, but I know I can't. Not yet anyway. I have a plan.

There's the end of this chapter. I'm sorry again for not updating. Anyway, please review. I love to see what people have to say about my stories.

~ secretTHGluver ~