Author's Note: I am so so so sorry for the wait. I'm not going into details about why I disappeared, but I can promise that I will try not to do this again.

So, in other news, I have a poll up. Please go vote, as only one person has so far.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own THG.

CHAPTER 6

The next morning, Cashmere finds me curled in a ball by the door, my face streaked with tears. She kicks me in the ribs to wake me, and tells me in a cold, detached voice that breakfast is in half an hour. I shower, and as the tears are washed off my face by the hot water, I promise myself that I will not break down again.

The next few days pass in a blur. All I really recall is that Clove and I are becoming slightly friendly, and that Fire Girl is mediocre, besides in the edible plants test. That surprises me. Where could she have possibly learned that?

All to soon, it's the private sessions with the Gamemakers. After lunch, we are called out in order of District, boys first. So I'm second.

When Marvel is called out, I lean back in my chair. The other Careers glance my way. I cross my legs and arms, tap my foot and stare at the ceiling.

"Impatient, aren't you?" I glance at Clove. She's smirking.

"Well, I deserve to go first."

"Right." she says sarcastically

"Well, don't you agree?"

"I agree that Marvel is a moron."

I grin at her. That's definitely something we agree on.

Soon I hear the announcement. "Glimmer Rose, District One."

"That's me." I say in a chipper voice.

"It is. So go."

I glance at Clove. "You and Cato need some privacy?"

She smirks at me as I leave.

When I enter the room, I am a little nervous. Obviously, my score could be the deciding factor to whoever sponsors me, and with no sponsors, I will die. But I don't show any emotion. That's something I've always been good at.

After my presentation, which includes almost everything in the room, I head back up to my floor, where everyone is waiting.

"How did you do?" asks Lilia. She looks incredibly tense.

"No clue. Haven't got the scores yet, have I?" I say irritably. I walk across the room and flop down on one of the cozy chairs. I pick up the remote and turn the TV to a stupid soap opera. Everyone leaves, and I relax, listening to the annoyed voices coming out of the TV.

I must have fallen asleep, because next thing I know, everyone's in the room and Lilia's shaking me awake.

"Wake up, wake up!" she squeals. "It's about to start!"

I sit up, rubbing my eyes, as the announcer fades into the screen.

"So now with our training scores." he says in his deep voice. He opens a sealed envelope and pulls out a piece of paper from within it.

"Marvel Sage, District One." he says slowly and carefully. "Eight."

Marvel swears and punches the pillow beside him as the eight flashes on the screen. I tune out everyone else's praise and obvious joy for his score. I stare at the screen,

"Glimmer Rose, District One." he says. "Nine."

I smile. It's an okay score. But I know I can do better. In the Arena, they will see.

We watch the other scores. Cato and Clove both pull tens, which doesn't surprise me at all. The other Careers, from 4, both pull eights, which again wasn't surprising. As for the other tributes, they all score fairly low. Then we get to 12.

The boy got an eight. Pretty decent. He could be a Career, if the others want to team up with him. Then Fire Girl.

When the announcer reads out her score, even he looks surprised. "Katniss Everdeen, District Twelve." he says. "Eleven."

No.

I must be hallucinating, I tell myself as the eleven flashes on the screen. She got a three. Everyone knows that people from 12 don't get elevens.

But when I glance at the others, my shock is mirrored in their faces.

It's true.

I.

Will.

Kill.

Her.

Sorry this is such a such a short chapter, but there will be more soon!