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As
I
stride
toward
the
elevator
,
I
fling
my
bow
to
one
side
and
my
quiver
to
the
other
.
I
brush
past
the
gaping
Avoxes
who
guard
the
elevators
and
hit
the
number
twelve
button
with
my
fist
.
The
doors
slide
together
and
I
zip
upward
.
I
actually
make
it
back
to
my
floor
before
the
tears
start
running
down
my
cheeks
.
I
can
hear
the
others
calling
me
from
the
sitting
room
,
but
I
fly
down
the
hall
into
my
room
,
bolt
the
door
,
and
fling
myself
onto
my
bed
.
Then
I
really
begin
to
sob
.
Now
I
've
done
it
!
Now
I
've
ruined
everything
!
If
I
'd
stood
even
a
ghost
of
chance
,
it
vanished
when
I
sent
that
arrow
flying
at
the
Gamemakers
.
What
will
they
do
to
me
now
?
Arrest
me
?
Execute
me
?
Cut
my
tongue
and
turn
me
into
an
Avox
so
I
can
wait
on
the
future
tributes
of
Panem
?
What
was
I
thinking
,
shooting
at
the
Gamemakers
?
Of
course
,
I
was
n't
,
I
was
shooting
at
that
apple
because
I
was
so
angry
at
being
ignored
.
I
was
n't
trying
to
kill
one
of
them
.
If
I
were
,
they
'd
be
dead
!
Oh
,
what
does
it
matter
?
It
's
not
like
I
was
going
to
win
the
Games
anyway
.
Who
cares
what
they
do
to
me
?
What
really
scares
me
is
what
they
might
do
to
my
mother
and
Prim
,
how
my
family
might
suffer
now
because
of
my
impulsiveness
.
Will
they
take
their
few
belongings
,
or
send
my
mother
to
prison
and
Prim
to
the
community
home
,
or
kill
them
?
They
would
n't
kill
them
,
would
they
?
Why
not
?
What
do
they
care
?
I
should
have
stayed
and
apologized
.
Or
laughed
,
like
it
was
a
big
joke
.
Then
maybe
I
would
have
found
some
leniency
.
But
instead
I
stalked
out
of
the
place
in
the
most
disrespectful
manner
possible
.
Haymitch
and
Effie
are
knocking
on
my
door
.
I
shout
for
them
to
go
away
and
eventually
they
do
.
It
takes
at
least
an
hour
for
me
to
cry
myself
out
.
Then
I
just
lay
curled
up
on
the
bed
,
stroking
the
silken
sheets
,
watching
the
sun
set
over
the
artificial
candy
Capitol
.
At
first
,
I
expect
guards
to
come
for
me
.
But
as
time
passes
,
it
seems
less
likely
.
I
calm
down
.
They
still
need
a
girl
tribute
from
District
12
,
do
n't
they
?
If
the
Gamemakers
want
to
punish
me
,
they
can
do
it
publicly
.
Wait
until
I
'm
in
the
arena
and
sic
starving
wild
animals
on
me
.
You
can
bet
they
'll
make
sure
I
do
n't
have
a
bow
and
arrow
to
defend
myself
.
Before
that
though
,
they
'll
give
me
a
score
so
low
,
no
one
in
their
right
mind
would
sponsor
me
.
That
's
what
will
happen
tonight
.
Since
the
training
is
n't
open
to
viewers
,
the
Gamemakers
announce
a
score
for
each
player
.
It
gives
the
audience
a
starting
place
for
the
betting
that
will
continue
throughout
the
Games
.
The
number
,
which
is
between
one
and
twelve
,
one
being
irredeemably
bad
and
twelve
being
unattainably
high
,
signifies
the
promise
of
the
tribute
.
The
mark
is
not
a
guarantee
of
which
person
will
win
.
It
's
only
an
indication
of
the
potential
a
tribute
showed
in
training
.
Often
,
because
of
the
variables
in
the
actual
arena
,
high-scoring
tributes
go
down
almost
immediately
.
And
a
few
years
ago
,
the
boy
who
won
the
Games
only
received
a
three
.
Still
,
the
scores
can
help
or
hurt
an
individual
tribute
in
terms
of
sponsorship
.
I
had
been
hoping
my
shooting
skills
might
get
me
a
six
or
a
seven
,
even
if
I
'm
not
particularly
powerful
.
Now
I
'm
sure
I
'll
have
the
lowest
score
of
the
twenty-four
.
If
no
one
sponsors
me
,
my
odds
of
staying
alive
decrease
to
almost
zero
.
When
Effie
taps
on
the
door
to
call
me
to
dinner
,
I
decide
I
may
as
well
go
.
The
scores
will
be
televised
tonight
.
It
's
not
like
I
can
hide
what
happened
forever
.
I
go
to
the
bathroom
and
wash
my
face
,
but
it
's
still
red
and
splotchy
.
Everyone
's
waiting
at
the
table
,
even
Cinna
and
Portia
.
I
wish
the
stylists
had
n't
shown
up
because
for
some
reason
,
I
do
n't
like
the
idea
of
disappointing
them
.
It
's
as
if
I
've
thrown
away
all
the
good
work
they
did
on
the
opening
ceremonies
without
a
thought
.
I
avoid
looking
at
anyone
as
I
take
tiny
spoonfuls
of
fish
soup
.
The
saltiness
reminds
me
of
my
tears
.
