The climbing station is where I go to first. A few Gamemakers are paying attention to me, but most are so engrossed in conversation that they barely realize I'm here. I swallow my anger and get to a good starting point. From there, I jump from thing to thing, my feet finding the smallest footholds and hands holding the most delicate grips. Some Gamemakers are nodding in approval and more heads are turning. Expressions on a few of their faces say "Oh, she might be a something slightly worthy of attention. Let's see what she's got." So, I increase my speed, gaining confidence and height. I must be a hundred feet in the air and when I look down, I can vaguely see some of them gaping at me. I give a little wave and prepare for my grand finale.

I see a soft mat on the floor and do something that a lot of people would consider suicide; I jump. While I'm falling, I even do a few flips for show, though I don't think that that will be necessary in the Games. I land on my feet and run to the obstacle station before my audience even has a chance to react. I jump over, dodge, and reflect things, using my new strength, and make my record time. I face the Gamemakers and give a little bow. I have all of their attention now and it looks as if they're still processing how I survived the fall much less did the obstacle course without flaw.

"Y-you are dismissed," stutters one, in shock.

"Um, thanks," I reply and walk out the door. As I walk out, Thresh walks in and I notice he looks nervous. Hmm, out of all the tributes he's the one that's nervous? I shrug it off and take the elevator back to floor 11. I meander to my room, slightly bored and try to take a nap, but all I'm able to do is lie on my bed, stare at the ceiling and think about what is to come.

I wonder what kind of environment the arena will be. A forest…desert…jungle? The possibilities, unfortunately, are endless. All I can do now is worry for me and my family. I miss my sisters. They were my best friends at home…my consistent support and company. Whenever I needed them, they were there. Even though some of them are years younger than me they still make excellent friends. I sigh, remembering all the sweet memories we had together. I wonder if they miss me. Of course they do. They must, right? Or am I going to be just another Raloi; missed, but soon forgotten? I mean, they all have each other, right?

I stop torturing myself with these depressing thoughts and focus on what I can do in the meantime: prepare for interviews. I don't know if Seeder and Thresh will help us or that we will be on our own, so I'd better start getting ready, just in case. But before I even get the chance to think of a question, I am interrupted by Tibithia calling for dinner. "Yay," I mutter sarcastically under my breath and call back, "Coming!" As I hear her heels click away, I roll my eyes. Tibithia seems sweet, but, naturally, I despise all Capitol citizens. Sighing, I make my way to the dining room. I am surprised to see that Kasul and Thresh's stylist are sitting down next Tibithia and Thresh. I sit down in between Kasul and Seeder, keeping my distance from Chaff, and load my plate with the usual delicacies with a side of a pill.

"So," Seeder starts, "How do you think your sessions went? Did you get my note?'

"Yeah, I think it went okay." I reply rather sheepishly.

"Well, whatever she did sure stunned the Gamemakers into silence. They just kept looking from the ceiling to the floor, with puzzled expressions," Thresh adds, amused. I smile at him and he returns it, looking somewhat relieved. Seeder raised her eyebrows at me and says,

"Oh, really? I guess that's a little better than 'okay'." I shrug.

"Guess we'll find out tonight," I say.

"How about you Thresh?" grumbles Chaff, "Did you show them?"

"Umm, yeah, I did alright," he replies meekly.

"So we've got 'okay' and 'alright'?" she asks, smirking, "Now let's get into details. What did you do that was so 'alright'? What did they see that made you think it was 'okay'?" When we both shrug, she snorts, "Well, that's useful." Thresh is the first to get over his shyness.

"I showed them some of my, uh, combat skills," he offers. Seeder nods and looks to me.

"Well, I did some climbing…like you suggested," I say, but it comes out uncertainly.

"Okay," she says, "Let's go watch the results."

We head to the television room where they are airing the tributes training scores given by the judges. Like usual, they start with 1; Marvel: 10, Glimmer: 9; Cato: 10, Clove: 10. It's typical that all the Careers get higher scores. The rest of the scores go through quickly until we're to 10; Yexan: 5, Shalda: 6. Finally, we get to 11. Thresh's score is a 10. I'm not surprised; he's very good in combat. My name flashes on the screen and below it flashes my score:

Seven.