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Haymitch
guffaws
and
we
all
start
laughing
except
Effie
,
although
even
she
is
suppressing
a
smile
.
"
Well
,
it
serves
them
right
.
It
's
their
job
to
pay
attention
to
you
.
And
just
because
you
come
from
District
Twelve
is
no
excuse
to
ignore
you
.
"
Then
her
eyes
dart
around
as
if
she
's
said
something
totally
outrageous
.
"
I
'm
sorry
,
but
that
's
what
I
think
,
"
she
says
to
no
one
in
particular
.
"
I
'll
get
a
very
bad
score
,
"
I
say
.
"
Scores
only
matter
if
they
're
very
good
,
no
one
pays
much
attention
to
the
bad
or
mediocre
ones
.
For
all
they
know
,
you
could
be
hiding
your
talents
to
get
a
low
score
on
purpose
.
People
use
that
strategy
,
"
said
Portia
.
"
I
hope
that
's
how
people
interpret
the
four
I
'll
probably
get
,
"
says
Peeta
.
"
If
that
.
Really
,
is
anything
less
impressive
than
watching
a
person
pick
up
a
heavy
ball
and
throw
it
a
couple
of
yards
.
One
almost
landed
on
my
foot
.
"
I
grin
at
him
and
realize
that
I
'm
starving
.
I
cut
off
a
piece
of
pork
,
dunk
it
in
mashed
potatoes
,
and
start
eating
.
It
's
okay
.
My
family
is
safe
.
And
if
they
are
safe
,
no
real
harm
has
been
done
.
After
dinner
,
we
go
to
sitting
room
to
watch
the
scores
announced
on
television
.
First
they
show
a
photo
of
the
tribute
,
then
flash
their
score
below
it
.
The
Career
Tributes
naturally
get
in
the
eight-to-ten
range
.
Most
of
the
other
players
average
a
five
.
Surprisingly
,
little
Rue
comes
up
with
a
seven
.
I
do
n't
know
what
she
showed
the
judges
,
but
she
's
so
tiny
it
must
have
been
impressive
.
District
12
comes
up
last
,
as
usual
.
Peeta
pulls
an
eight
so
at
least
a
couple
of
the
Gamemakers
must
have
been
watching
him
.
I
dig
my
fingernails
into
my
palms
as
my
face
comes
up
,
expecting
the
worst
.
Then
they
're
flashing
the
number
eleven
on
the
screen
.
Eleven
!
Effie
Trinket
lets
out
a
squeal
,
and
everybody
is
slapping
me
on
the
back
and
cheering
and
congratulating
me
.
But
it
does
n't
seem
real
.
