12 goes last. Always, for the interviews or the training. I am sitting in the hall with Peeta. My hands are shaking again. Then something happens. Peeta reaches over and puts his hand over mine. My heart skips a beat. Do I like him? No I can't. I'm going to die. I can't like him.

They call Peeta's name and he goes in. Just before the door closes he smiles at me like Clad did. That gives me a little jolt of energy and hope. Clad will want me to do well.

They call my name. I stand up and walk in.

Left, right. Left, right.

Just like at the reaping. Only this time it's different. I can't be numb. I have to think, feel. This is my chance to make an impression.

"Delphi Keene." I nod. "You may begin." The Gamemakers take their positions, although most of them are by this point, drunk.

I start climbing. Then I grab a bow and arrow and start shooting. I am actually ok with it. Then I take a knife and climb a tree I saw off branches that go crashing to the ground, startling some of the Gamemakers. For my grand finale, I jump to the ground off of the equipment and shoot the target straight with the arrow.

They dismiss me and I leave the room with high spirits.

Dinner is a delicious bird with chocolate fondue for dessert. It is so good and I stuff myself silly because I am pretty happy.

We watch the scores and I flop on the fluffy couch. They go through the districts. The girl from 1 gets a 7, the huge boy from 2 gets a 9 and it goes on and on. The big boy from 11 gets a 7 and then it's District 12. Peeta gets an 8 and I am happy for him. I really am. My number flashes on the screen and it is a 9. A 9! I want to jump and shout. But one look from Peeta's face tells me that it is not a good idea. Everyone is congratulating us. Peeta's smile droops a little. I want to go to my room. But I suck it up and walk over to him.

"You did great." I say.

"Thanks, you too." But I know that it is forced. Nothing of Peeta is ever forced.

Something is going on. I know his because Haymitch drags Peeta into his room and I hear shouting. I am left alone with the stylists. I promptly announce that I am going to bed.

The next morning, Effie informs us that it is the last day of training. As I make my way out for breakfast, I notice that Peeta is missing.

"Where's Peeta?" I ask.

Cinna clears his throat. "He's uh, he's decided to train alone for the last day."