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I couldn't sleep.

It was physically impossible for me to fall asleep.

So that's all I did, lie awake in my bed for hours.

I'm stupid.

The training center is open at night!

With private sessions tomorrow, well today, I really need all the practice I can get.

I put on a pair of sweatpants and a blue shirt.

I made my way to the elevator.

I was the only one up.

The wait was excruciating.

"Finally" I breathed out.

I exited the elevator and pushed the doors open.

Everything was in tact.

What would I do for my training session?

I decided to just try everything out.

I grabbed the knife closest to me.

I aimed for the heart on the dummy.

I got a curve, and the knife landed on the right hip.

"With that I could possibly get a 4" I grumbled.

"I'd say less" I snapped my head around.

"Really?" I asked.

"Really" he repeated, answering my question.

"Shut up, you twit" I snapped.

"Is that the best you get Hannah Whore-is."

Damn, that's pretty clever.

"Really? Says you, Cato Street-Walker" I spat with as much venom as I possessed.

How dare he!

"Aw. District 12 is so uneducated that they can't pronounce" he faked sympathized, "It's Cato Walker."

That sick bastard.

"And it's Hannah MORE-is" I corrected.

"Yeah because you're more of a whore than anyone else" he said.

"Rot in hell. You're such a bastard. Sad to see you die like that. At my finger tips, begging for mercy" I whipped my head back to the knives.

I didn't want to make a fool out of myself in front of Cato, so I decided to leave.

"That's no way to talk to your Victor-to-be" Cato smirked.

"You're such an asshole, you know that? You know what? I feel for you. I feel for you cause you're a dick, and your life is gong to be cut so short" I admitted before walking out of the room, "And you want to know one more thing? I'm not going to pity you or your family when you die."

I repeatedly pressed the number 12 on the elevator door.

Once I realized it wasn't going to work, I ran up the stairs.

12 flights of stairs.

I hopped onto my bed.

It was 4 a.m.

Time flew by before my door was being banged on.

I could hear the jewelry swish back and forth.

It could only be Effie.

Banging is way better than being drenched in water.

Me and my dirty thoughts, haha.

I quickly shuffled to the bathroom.

Once my teeth were brushed, I changed into my uniform.

I pinned my hair up into a messy bun.

"Good morning" Katniss and Dimitri said.

"Peeta's sleeping. We don't have much time before we have to go down, but here are a few words to keep in mind. Shoot straight. Stay concentrated, and lastly don't get distracted" she pointed her fingers at us.

I nodded my head in understanding.

Once I finished my bagel, Dimitri and I hopped into the elevator.

"Good luck" Katniss gave us a thumbs up.

We had two hours until lunch, then right after are our private sessions.

We did our daily routine.

Atala did her speech before we were able to be let go.

I went to the edible plants station.

That was my only chance of survival.

Plus being able to get water.

"Hey" Dimitri sat down next to me.

"What are you doing for private training? Spears?" I inquired.

"Yeah, you?" he replied.

"Besides begging? Nothing" I answered.

"Begging for what?" there he goes again, to the stupid world he lives in.

"For a high score" I rolled my eyes.

"I'm going to practice spears" he stood up and walked away.

I felt the plant that was in front of me.

My head started to turn, my stomach leaped, and I suddenly had a migraine.

It only lasted a second before the blood went back into my body.

"Damn thorns" I cursed.

"You okay?" I whipped my head around.

"Fine Louis" I said, "But thanks for asking."

He's such a sweetheart.

How would he kill in the arena?

How would he kill innocent, precious, pure children?

"I'll be at the hand-to-hand combat station if you need me" I pointed to the station.

"Okay" he mumbled loud enough for only me to hear.

I spent the rest of my time at the combat station.

It is my ideal way of fighting.

No weapons.

I didn't eat lunch.

Nerves got the best of me.

Soon enough, we were being called for our private sessions.

We were seating in a hallway that was lined up with 24 chairs.

"Juk Blike" one of the gamemakers called him.

I saw some of the other careers give him a thumbs up.

"Are you nervous?" I turned my attention to Dimitri.

"Are you kidding? My hands are shaking" he showed me his clammy hands.

"Oh" I commented.

"Yeah" he replied, "Not good. I know."

"Serena Love, District 11" the gamemaker called out.

"I'm next" Dimitri sighed mentally preparing himself.

"You'll be fine. I promise, and I always keep my promises" I held out my pinky, "Pinky swear?"

"You're such a child" he said while he extended his pinky.

"I know!" I said in my best baby voice.

"Dimitri Hammot, District 12" the gamemaker called for him.

"Tell them I said screw you!" I yelled trying to lighten up his mood.

It worked, but I recieved a dirty look from the gamemaker.

I bounced in my chair until my name was called.

"Hannah Morris, District 12" the voice croaked.

After a day of yelling names, I can understand the pain in her voice.

I scratched the back of my head nervously.

I picked up a knife.

This is going to be awful.

I aimed it at the heart.

Bullseye.

That's if I was aiming at the right hip.

Their laughs echoed.

Dammit!

A couple weren't even paying attention.

"SHUT UP!" I screamed out of anger.

Blue volts of electricity shot out of my hands.

Everyone stared at me.

I opened my eyes and pointed my hand towards the dummy.

It burnt until it was pure ash.

The volts dispersed.

"MY LIFE IS ON THE LINE! THIS IS THE ONLY WAY I CAN GET SPONSORS AND NONE OF YOU CARE!" I ranted.

I let my hand fly up and burn the door.

Once there was only a big gaping hole, I walked through.

I don't care who saw."

I repeatedly pressed the 12 button on the elevator.

"Stupid gamemakers" I mumbled.

I kicked the elevator door.

Nothing happened.

After a few punches and kicks, the door finally opened.

I rode up to the penthouse in silence.

"Training scores are in an hour" Katniss said as I leaped for my door.

"I don't care!" I said.

It wasn't a lie, but it wasn't the truth either.

I did want to know how badly I did.

Then again, I know that I did bad.

For an hour, I paced back and forth around my room, while biting my finger nails.

"Dimitri! Hannah! Training scores!" Effie was too excited.

Now I felt guilty that I'll disappoint them.

"JUK BLIKE!" Caeser said, "With a remarkable 9!"

The fake audience applauded and cheered.

I rolled my eyes.

Typical career scores.

"LOUIS BARNS! A 10!" that was probably the only score I paid attention to.

My eyes saddened as I saw two twelve year olds.

1 from District 8 and another from District 10.

"Dimitri Hammot, wow a 6!" Caeser made it seem as though he got the best score there was.

He always did try and make everyone seem so special and unforgettable.

"Nice" I complimented.

"Last, but not least Hannah Morris! With a 2!" Caeser's co castor exclaimed.

"It's alright" Dimitri patted my back.

I knew it.

They hate me.

"Now Julius, let me see. Are you sure?" Caeser took the piece of paper containing my score from Julius.

"That's a first" his eyes widened.

No one has ever gotten a two before, except me.

"Hannah Morris, with an amazing score of" does he really need to repeat it?

"12!" my eyes widened and my jaw dropped.

Dimitri picked me up and hugged me.

I was still in shock.

That's the highest score anyone has ever gotten.

I guess they like the supernatural.

I smiled to myself.

Even if I die, I made history.

After everyone's congratulations I told them I needed some air.

You know, to make sure everything is real.

As I opened the door a bronze haired boy popped his head through.

"Louis" I said.

What was he doing here?

"I wanted to congratulate you in person. And I wouldn't have the chance until tomorrow at the interviews" he confessed.

"You didn't have to" I blushed.

That was such a sweet thing to do.

"I better get back, but I'll see you tomorrow Hannah" he waved.

"Bye" I returned his friendly gesture.

"Hannah, who was that?" Effie asked while reapplying her makeup.

"No one" I lied.

"Okay" she went back to puckering her blue lips.

"Gullible" I mumbled before making my way to the rooftop.

Yeah I know very little Cato/Hannah interaction. Again. Like I said in the last chapter, I plan on building up the Louis/Hannah relationship BEFORE the Hunger Games. Then I will start toying with Hannah and Cato DURING the Hunger Games. I'm debating whether or not to put up the next chapter today or tomorrow. I'm still a little stuck with Dimitri's, Louis', Cato's, and Hannah's interviews. Plus, you can't forget what Hannah will wear plus her angle. What do you think will work for Hannah? Sweet? Sexy? Mysterious? Other? Tell me in in a review! I hope you enjoyed! Review!