The next day is pretty much the same as the first except for the tension in the room, everyone can see how the careers have broken up and how the alliance Elfay and I created are working in partners.

At lunch, when we sit together, the District One tributes keep shooting us dirty looks. I send them an innocent little girl smile back at them.

I'm half positive they hate me. I look at Elfay to confirm this and she nods.

We keep hearing the most annoying hammering and it's getting on my nerves, what I want to do is stand up and tell them to shut up or die!

I'm actually learning to use a knife. It's really hard, but the boy from two comes over and tells me his secrets and tips. I actually didn't expect him to stay. He always seems like he really wants to be VIctor, all by hismelf.

"Elfay, " I call after training, "Elfay, let's go in the same elevator."

"Sure, " She comes over to me, "You have really pretty hair." She touches it, and smiles. "So soft."

I roll my eyes, "You should see my sister's. She brushes it at least ten times a day, which, in turn, makes it soft."

I miss Fivey, she used to wake me up the day after the Reaping, with a bright, happy face. Probably from not being picked. Then she would make an extravagant breakfast. Really good, too. All creamy potatoes, and really warm, fresh bread. I really miss it. Even all of their food here can't compare to tradition.

The elevator stops on Elfay's floor too soon in my opinion. "Bye, and remember, I really like the view from the roof." I hope that she'd get the message. We can't say anything too blunt in fear of someone hearing.

It looks like she does because she nods and zooms off to do...something. I hum until we reach the eleventh floor, and then I walk around, looking for Tiger.

"Hey Tiger, sorry 'bout that berry yesterday. But it was funny, right?" I chuckle, and smile at him to show him how...un-menacing I can be.

He just looks more frightened, "Yeah, um, about that, I've got to..." Then he runs off. Coward. I bare my teeth at his back and then smile at Pippy.

"Hi Pippy, there're these really great berries, named Nightlock. They're from District Twelve. Really good." I rub my stomach to show how good they are.

He smiles at me, "Oh little one, don't you just love my new shirt? I'm going to charm Chelis with it!" His shirt has weird cats on it, and the cats are fat and their fur sticks out of the shirt. It's actually really creepy.

"Um, it's...great! Is Chelis your girlfriend?" I ask, trying to not look at that weird shirt.

"No silly! She's my cat! I took her picture and had it printed on here thirty times. Then I stole her fur and had a professional glue it on here." He laughs, a high-pitched sound. It hurts my ears.

"Oh, er, great! I must go do, um...something..important." Then I run away because that man is psycho.

I hear him say something like how he's going to make me one, and I make myself turn around and wave at him. Then I disappear into my room.

It's a really impressive room filled with a soft bed, a bunch of gadgets and it smells nice. I sniff, and close my eyes. "Ahhhh, relaxation." Then I flop on the bed facefirst.

I feel someone rubbing my back, "Oh that feels nice, a little to the left, yes! Perfect, Wait a minute, " I scramble up and see Cosink, "How did you get in here?"

She smiles, "it's time for you to tell me a secret." I stare at her, confused, "I came down to check on you last night, and you weren't here. So, come on, tell Cosink what's wrong." SHe holds her arms out to me. Yeah, no thanks freak.

Of course I have the most nosy stylist. Of course. I have to think of a lie. "Um, well you see. In District Eleven, um, you have to, ah...whenever something important is going to happen, you have to um, leave your house and go up to the roof so that you can um, appreciate life?" I end it sounding like a question by Cosink eats it right up.

"You poor baby!" Then she grabs me with her claws and is holding me to her, "You're just homesick you little doodle!" Doodle? What? This woman is NUTS.

"Yes, and see the thing is, you um, have to be alone. TIger goes as well, but he doesn't count." Then I smile at her as innocently as possible. Please believe it, you freak.

And she does. She tells me to cry, so I fake cry, telling her about how I have twelve sisters and one brother, and a one-armed Father. She completely believes me. Thankyou!

Once shes gone, I set one of the gadgets to make a loud noise at 11:50. Ten minutes early. Tiger and I had been the last to get there last time and that is not acceptable.

I snuggle into the bed, hoping to get some sleep. I close my eyes and next thing I know, there's this awful beeping, right in my ear. I'm trying to push it away but it's not working. FInally, I just punch it and it breaks on the floor. I look at it, "Oops."

Then I run over to the closet and pull on the first thing that touches my hands. Once I'm dressed, I run to Tiger's room and yank him out of bed and then I'm dragging him all the up to the roof. By the time we get there, my arms hurt, so I just dump him on the ground.

"Hello everyone." I kick Tiger, trying to get him to wake up, "Tonight, I thought that we could assign 'jobs' for...you know." Good, TIger's waking up, he comes up and accidentally punches a pot. I put a hand over my mouth to conceal laughter.

"Okay, so how many people do we have that are strong? The boy from two, both from four, the boy from five, the girl from six, both from seven, and Dapo look the srongest. Plus you guys are the oldest. So, you guys are the ones who will go into the Cornicopia to get supplies. Elfay, the girl from ten, the girl from three, TIger, the girl from Twelve, and I will go into the wood, provided that there are some, and we'll climb trees. We'll be waiting for you guys." I smile, and nod, happy with my plan.

Everyone stares at me, probably confused. I sigh and say, "Elfay, District Ten, District Three, District Twelve, and I run, you guys fight. Got it?"

"Sure, but do we get weapons?" That was the boy from Two.

I roll my eyes, "If you can, remember; we have to kill everyone on the Hovercraft." I nod and them and wave, making TIger come as well.

I walk back down to my room and glare at Tiger. "You're running, with me and Elfay, got it?"

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The next day, just as I'm getting out of the shower and picking out comfortable clothes to wear, Cosink comes in, carrying what I assume is my clothes.

"Oh, here you are dear, and remember that this is your dress to impress, so go in there, and do your stuff perfect!" She's smiling at me, but she looks so stupid.

Once she leaves, I yank the tunic on and then pants under it. I stare at my hair and put in in two braids. Once I'm happy with my reflection, I walk out, and see Pippy waiting for me with Tiger by the elevator.

We ride the elevator down to the training room. Once we got there, we spent the first morning perfecting our skills and then we waited in the lunchroom while everyone else went and preformed to the Gamemakers.

When Tiger's name is called, I glare at him, "Don't mess up." He nods, but stands a little taller when he walks away. I gulp, I'm next. I never get nervous. Why am I nervous? Is this how nervous feels? I guess so. I take a few deep breaths, but it doesn't help. It's just me, and District Twelve, who are having a staring contest or something.

Finally, my name is called. I let out a sigh of relief, and walk in, feeling confident. Until I see the knives. I take a deep breath, the boy from District two, who's name is Cobes, taught me tricks and said I was a natural. I think he lied.

I took a deep breath and then walked over to the station. I picked one up, weighing it in my hands. Mulling over my options. I could try my best, and get maybe a six, or I could pretend to be weak, and let them think that I can die in the first day.

I nod, picking the second option. I pick up a scary-looking knife, and aim, I make sure that the gamemakers can see where I'm aiming and then let the knife fly. It bounces off. Doesn't even get a good stick. I supress my smile and pout instead.

I walk over and get a dull one. Once they think that I'm aiming for one target, I quickly swivel and make it hit the point in the middle of another. Then I throw two at once, and get it on the point again. I like throwing knives. Gives me power. And, wow, I love power. I chuckle darkly.

I grab one more knife knowing that my time must be almost up, but I have to do just one thing. One thing that the Capitol will be angry about. I face them, and have the knife in my hand. I pretend that I'm aiming for the target I placed very closely to them, but at last minute I turn and hit the button right above the elevator that tells what floor it's on with my knife, knowing that I broke it

I wait for the noise, the screaming of someone, and when it comes I smile. I turn to the gamemakers, and say, as innocently as I can, "Oops." Then I sit down in front of them, and start playing with a knife.

Finally, the middle one, who's also the fattest, says that I'm dismissed and I take the stairs, because I think I broke the elevator.

I take them up two at a time, and once I'm upstairs, I start laughing and don't stop until I see Tiger. "Oh Tiger, I broke the elevator! Isn't that wonderful?"

He looks at me like I'm crazy. I AM NOT CRAZY.

I glare at him and sit on the couch. Waiting, waiting, waiting. Until Pippy comes in, "Little one, go get Tiger, and Plore. It's time for the scores."

I kick him on the leg and then go get them. The only thing that surprises me is that the District Three boy got a eight. Usually they get a three. Elfay got a six and then District Eleven is finally here and I hold my breath, please please please. Tiger gets a five, and I clap him on the back. "Nice one, buddy."

I see my face and I see...a seven. I feel so proud! I stare at it, not believing that my plan worked and I got to destroy something. I smile and hug everyone. Even Pippy. He looks happy about this and is holding on really tight and I'm about to bite his head off.

I think of how powerful I felt when I held the knives. I'm determined to feel the power again.

Hehe. I'm slowly making Pony go crazy. I find it fun to write from a mental's point of view. Don't kill me, she won't end a crazy, she has to be that way in order for the story to progress. I wish that I could write more, but guess what? Today's new years! Happy new years darlings. Do have fun being mindless people until midnight when everyone on Facebook feels compelled to write: 2012 at last! I find that annoying...unless I'm doing it. Then it's automatically awesome. Okay just kidding! As a new year's present, will you review for me? The little button is so close...keep going, a little closer, perfect! Right there. Now, click it and be honest, no matter how much it hurts. *Sniffle* I can take it!