Three days had now swept by since the night of the opening ceremonies. And today was the day that we would be getting the scores from the Gamemakers to show the Capitol how much their tributes are worth. This is absolutely futile, I am more than determined to get sponsors for District Twelve this year, I need as much help as I can get, I just hope that Peeta makes it easy for me.

Over the duration of the past couple of days I had little to talk about with Vailea, I had mostly been avoiding her, I needed to concentrate and I couldn't let her in my way. But today was an exception, it was necessary to talk to her, I wanted to know what went on in her session with the Gamemakers.

And so here I am now, sitting opposite my tributes in the living room with Haymitch beside me giving them suspecting looks. He may not be a drunk anymore, but that doesn't mean that he's not as intimidating.

"So, you two. Tell me what happened in there?"

Peeta shifts uncomfortably in his seat, "Well, when I got in there, they weren't even paying attention to me, they were too busy singing some drunk song. So I just threw around some weights until I got their attention. I would've thrown something at them if they didn't have that forcefield protecting them."

I look down once he says 'forcefield,' because I knew that the reason that it was there was because of me when I shot an arrow at them two years ago, and I can't help but think that if I hadn't done it, then Peeta would have done something similar.

"So once they finally had the decency to acknowledge my existence, I went over to the camouflage section. But I took some time there and I guess that they got bored again, so they went back to their song and did a drunken dance to it. But I kept a close eye on them. After about fifteen minutes, one of them said "Thank you, you are dismissed," and he was about to continue, but before he could finish what he was about to say, the Head Gamemaker shouted out, "Hey! Where is he?" and they thought that I had left, but before they could call Vailea in, I spoke from the wall behind them and I told them to watch their tributes more carefully next time as they searched the wall for me."

Mine and Haymitch's mouths were gaped open, "How did you get past the forcefield?"

"I saw that one of them accidently pressed the button to deactivate it when dancing, they mentioned something about a button summoning Avoxes."

The older mentor and I were still rendered speechless, this boy was so clever, he showed them that weapons aren't the only source of defence. That was surely going to get him a decent score. Being strong along with being sly? That's what the Capitol eats up.

Vailea clears her throat, "Anyway, when I came in they just looked out of it. They were just staring at the wall like it was made of diamonds. I guess now I know why. So I picked out a couple of knives once they were past that phase and started hitting the targets, but I felt that it wasn't enough so I asked one of them to throw me something to shoot and I did. And it just continued on like that."

Haymitch nodded and he seemed pretty impressed, these must have been his best pair of tributes yet.

Effie struts into the room and sits down beside me as we stare at the screen anticipating the news.

A bright Capitol symbol appears on the screen and the presenter is shown. She is adorned with diamonds sewn into her temples and silver tattoos patterned in abstract crawl across the right side of her face. Her smile is too bright to be normal. Sometimes I wonder if they are the real mutts.

Tributes pass left and right and the Careers get the norm scores for them. The scores that they obtain are usually from a scale of eight to ten. But what surprises me is that the little girl from Eleven manages to pull a seven. I can't help but wonder how she did it.

Then the moment arrives, it's District Twelve's turn. My palms begin to sweat, my breathing quickens as I wait for what seems like forever for Peeta's face to appear on the screen.

"From District Twelve, Peeta Mellark, with a score of," I lean towards the screen and I can see from my peripheral vision that Peeta's eyebrows are furrowed in concentration, "ten."

I feel as though a weight has been lifted off my shoulders, I can't help the smile that creeps on my face as I look at Peeta. I can see in his eyes that he's overjoyed, and he's looking back at me. Good job Peeta. Good job.

"And finally, from District Twelve, Vailea Halliwell, with a score of, ten."

I can see Vailea's lips turn into a cold smirk as she looks at the screen. I'm as surprised as Haymitch is. Both of our tribute's got the highest scores, and both of them made an impression at the opening ceremonies. The only thing left is the pre-Games interviews. And according to everything that has happened so far, it seems as though District Twelve is making history, and I have a feeling that there more surprises looming in the corner.

My prep team's high pitched voices ring across the penthouse and I swear that I head glass shatter. They're here to prep me for the mentor's interview with Caesar Flickerman regarding the scores and our thoughts about how we think our tributes will perform. He'll usually ask about how home was, and if we knew them before they were reaped and so on and so forth. It's the same mindless questions every year, and I'd usually not give a second thought, in fact I'd keep up my angle of boring and uninterested. But this year is different, he'll surely ask me about my show at the reaping when I fainted and about how District Twelve is making such a good impression this year. Putting this aside, I also have President Snow's threat hanging over my head, I have to be careful or I will be punished in the worst way possible. What I was probably dreading most is the question about what I think of Peeta's popularity with the Capitol women. It makes my blood boil just thinking about them having their hands roaming all over his body.

My eyes are brushed with the smoky effect, the colours of black and grey sweep across my eyelid giving off the illusion of coal. I look fierce. I look strong. I look like my personality. But my face belongs to the Capitol made Katniss. I look like their standards.

Cinna enters the room and gestures for my prep team to exit the room, and in his hands lies a beautiful silver dress that is the exact shade of my eyes.

"You really did live up to your word you know? You made them remember."

He looks up from the ground and I can see that he still has his signature gold eyeliner applied neatly across his eye.

"I always do. I hate to disappoint."

"You didn't. But can I ask you something?"

He nods and gives a wave of his hand, "Why did you make them hold hands?"

Cinna looks at me with a small smile resting on his normal face, "Remember what I said? I wanted to do something they're going to remember. And surely that was something that they weren't going to forget."

I reciprocate his smile as he slips the dress on me. It rests just above my knees and one sleeve reaches my wrist while the other is non-existent. It's sleek and fitting, hugging my figure in all the right places. I almost look healthy, like I haven't been in the Games at all.

"Arms out, head up. Twirl for me," Cinna instructs.

I obey as I lift my arms like a bird ready to take flight and twirl. I can see that the lone sleeve leaves a trail of flames, almost like a burning wing.

"You are really keeping this fire thing going on aren't you?"

"I want to burn the image of District Twelve in their minds."

"And I'm sure that you have."

I'm sitting in the front row with the rest of the other mentors. The Career Districts have so many that they reap the mentors to see who will be the one accompanying the tributes to the Capitol. I can barely see Finnick, who is dressed in a midnight blue suit with his bronze hair slicked back. Since District Seven is much nearer to Twelve than Four is, I can see Johanna much more clearly. She's wearing a long emerald dress which merges into the colour of tree bark towards the end.

I zone out like I always do, even when Finnick and Johanna are called. The only thing that I remember about Haymitch's interview is him saying that he's proud to be able to mentor Peeta and Vailea.

Soon enough it's my turn.

I make my way up to the stage, my heart beating like a hammer against cloth. I greet Caesar with a forced smile and sit myself down. I look at the crowd with dread building up inside of me. One wrong move, and everything's over.

He greets me and I greet him, the same routine. Then we dive into the questions.

"So, Katniss, tell me, what happened at the reaping? I'm sure that we are all very curious to why you blacked out so abruptly. And more so, we were wondering why it was when your male tribute was chosen. Please, elaborate."

I lip my chapped lips and say, "Well, it was just a little shock that's all. I knew Peeta before he was reaped. We were classmates, he used to help me a lot at school," I lied.

Caesar seemed to buy it and pressed on, "I see. What about Vailea? Did they know each other? Did you know her?"

"Actually, I didn't know her very well, but I did see her around town once in a while. And no, as far as I'm aware, my tributes did not know each other until they were reaped."

"I'm just wondering, as I'm sure the rest of us are. Can you tell us why they were linked?"

"It was just merely a tactic to get attention."

"And that it did."

He proceeds to ask me about how my family is, how life has been over this past year. Nothing particularly interesting. Until he begins talking about Peeta.

"So, Peeta Mellark. What do you think of the boy?"

"He's the sweetest, and I'm so proud of him for getting that ten along with Vailea," I smile, this wasn't a lie.

"I can tell you that the Capitol is very taken with him, especially the women," Caesar winks to the crowd and I can hear the women sigh in admiration.

"I'm sure. He is quite handsome."

"Oh really?" Caesar perks one of his eyebrows up, "can you tell me, have you had any encounters with him alone?"

I can feel my cheeks go red hot as Caesar gives me a big smile, "Well I think that says it all! I must ask, if you don't mind, do you, Ms. Everdeen, have a little crush?"

My face is burning and I cover my face with my hands when Caesar takes my right hand and pulls me up, "Um, I wouldn't call it a crush exactly. I just think that he's…attractive."

He lets out a big laugh and turns to me, "Well you certainly aren't the only one that thinks so, I'm sure these women are very jealous of you right now, because you get to spend time with the Capitol's newest Finnick Odair!"

I can see that the screens show Finnick with his head in his hands suppressing a laugh.

"Good luck with your tributes Katniss Everdeen. I'm sure that District Twelve has made a burn mark in the history books!" He begins to twirl me, just like Cinna asked me to do, but Caesar does it much quicker, and instead of my sleeve giving off the illusion of one burning wing, the flames engulf the rest of my dress and burns it to a coal black colour, and the remnants of it are glowing like pieces of ember.

The crowd roars with applause, Cinna has outdone himself again. But I wonder if he knows how much danger he is putting I, and everyone else in. Including himself. It makes me wonder whether behind his calm and normal demeanour, masks a complete madman.

"Once again, the mentor of District Twelve, Katniss Everdeen the girl on fire!"

Clearly I'm not the only one who's on fire tonight, because I can feel President Snow's red hot fury boring into the back of my skull.