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Sorry that this chapter is short, but then next one should be longer. It's the interviews next time! :)

The next day, I sleep late because I was awake for a long time last night worrying about Katniss's score. Today may determine the difference between her life and her death. If she gets a good score, she will get more sponsors. If she gets a bad one, she will lose nearly all of her sponsors. If she gets a good one, she will be a target in the arena, if she gets a bad one, she will be overlooked and she won't be a target. I can't distract myself from my terror all day. I pace the house until my mom finally suggests that I go for a walk. I do, but it doesn't help. I go and sit in the meadow, trying to clear my head, but I can't.

By dinner, I'm feeling sick with worry. Katniss has to get a good score. Sponsors are more valuable than being overlooked by the other tributes in the arena. She has to do well. Surely she can impress then with her skill, and get a... what? Five? Or a six, if she's lucky. She has to come up with something else. Surely she can think of something that will get her a better score. Maybe she can climb something? Or show off her survival skills?

I can't eat a thing, even though the squirrel that my mother sets in front of me smells wonderful. I'm far too nervous. So I just walk over to the television and sit down in front of it, waiting until the program comes up where the scores will be announced. Of course, District Twelve comes last. It always does. I sit through the other scores, not paying attention to any of them. I can watch them in re-runs, but right now, I'm focused on Katniss's score. Finally, District Twelve comes up. I dimly realize that Peeta has gotten an eight, and then Katniss's face is on the screen. It feels like time slows down as I wait for the announcement. And then the number eleven is flashing on the screen. I let out a small sound that is part sigh and part squeak. She did it! I have no diea how, but she impressed the Gamemakers!

"She did it! She did it! Oh, what do you think she did to get such a high score?" I demand. My mother just shakes her head, almost unable to speak.

"I don't know," she manages breathlessly. "But I don't really care, either. As long as she did well, it's all that matters." I nod, speechless.

She made herself a target for the careers, but she also got herself a load of sponsors, I'm sure of it. They will be invaluable. I grin broadly, and suddenly I realize just how hungry I am. I've got to stop refusing to eat. I'm sure that it is bad for me, and Katniss wouldn't want me to be so worried.

I walk over to the table and eat my now cold squirrel, still in awe of Katniss's success. I try to work out when she will be going into the arena. Tomorrow she will be prepping for the interviews, and the next day she will have her interview, and the next day she will be in the Games. Three days left. Three days for her to collect sponsors. Two days for her to think about what she will say in her interview. Possibly three days left for her to li- but no, I can't think like that. I've been far too gloomy lately. I have got to stay strong and happy, and I need to get on with my life. If Katniss isn't going to come home, I need to come to terms with it and move on, and try to make myself a better person in the future. If Katniss is coming home, then that's that, and nothing that I say or do will help or hurt her. I can't do anything to affect her, so I may as well stop worrying. The only person worry affects is me, and it is not a positive affect.

I'm wolfing down my food, barely stopping to breath. Once I have finished my meal, I step outside and check on Lady before going for another walk. It helps to calm me. The sun set about half an hour ago, and the moon hasn't risen yet. The sky is a lovely dark shade of blue, and the trees and houses cast long shadows. The world is a lovely, quiet place right now, but the Seam is especially so. I adore the dark, haunting beauty of the world at this hour. It is probably around nine in the evening, and the wind chills my bare arms, because I neglected to put on a coat. I shiver as I make my way to the meadow.

When I have reached my destination, I sit down in the tall grass, fingering the dew covered flowers. My hands are starting to get numb, but I continue to sit on my wet behind, unwilling to move from this peaceful place.

I want to lie down and admire the sky and the stars, but I know that if I do I will fall asleep, and it wouldn't be smart to sleep outside in the Seam. Not because of wild animals, but because several of the people who live in the poorer parts of district Twelve are not above murder and theft. The thought makes me consider leaving, but it's too peaceful for that. I sniff the cool, clear air. Usually, the air in the Seam is terribly polluted with coal dust, smoke from burning green wood, and the awful scents of rotting meat, human waste, and other unpleasant things. But today it doesn't carry any of those terrible smells. Maybe it is because I am so close to the woods, but it smells wonderfully clear and sweet and amazing. I inhale deeply, savoring the wonderful scent of outdoors. I adore it when the air is clear. I lie back, without realizing it, and stare up at the clear sky. I can see the stars, clustered together in something that is called a constellation. At least, I think that that is what the teachers called them. But I don't care one way or another. The clusters of stars are pretty no matter what they're called.

After admiring the sky and stars for about half an hour, I stand up to go back to my house before my mom becomes worried by my absence. There's still a spring in my step from Katniss's recent success during her private session.

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