I'm so sorry! Okay I have been so busy with work and school and training that i haven't had anytime to write but i finally bought my own computer. The last few years i've only had a phone to type this story on so it wasn't the funnest. But hopefully now i will update normally and i'm so sorry if not. But i'm starting to get back into writing. So please comment and fav/follow. You guys are literally the only reason i write this. All your comments are my inspiration and you guys make my day and just want me to write more. So here's to you loyal readers. I love you.

I walk slowly into the training center. Immediately i know something's wrong. The Game Makers have been here too long. They're bored. It's been 12 districts now and all they want to do is go home.

I know i can't mess up or I'll lose any respect i have gained throughout the last few days. I carefully pad to the bow and grip the cool mettle and swing the sheath of arrows over my shoulder. I hitch an arrow and pull the string back. Instantly i know it's wrong. It's too tight. Much harder to pull than my old bow back home.

My aim is going to be off. I pull back the string, farther this time, and let the arrow fly.

It misses. The bulls eye, but it still lands on the target. Again. Again. And again. I don't pay attention to the Gamemakers. My aim gets better. More accurate. I hit the center of it dead on and i do a shoulder roll, come up on one knee, send an arrow flying into the the lights above to send a shower of sparks down and I send one last one. Right into the dead middle of the arrow on the target. And it splits it in two.

Extremely impressed with myself. I turn around to look at the Gamemakers. And what I see infuriates me. They're not even looking at me. Only a select few are. A lady is nodding her head in approval while the rest are too busy eating a damn roast.

Before I can stop myself an arrow is already loaded and shoots straight into the mouth of the pig and plants the apple that was in it right into the wall behind. If I were not in my situation. I would've laughed. Because it was quite humorous. All of the reactions, many screamed and jumped while one man stumbled back and fell into a punch bowl.

But I have so much frustration and anger pumping through my blood I decide one last thing can't hurt anymore. I bow mockingly and say, "Thank you. For your generation." And throw the bow on the ground. It kind of hurts to, considering how nice it was. Last minute before i reach the elevator I yank off the quiver and chuck it to the side and punch the 12th floor while glaring at all The Gamemakers and the shocked Avok while the doors slide shut.

Instantly regret and guilt starts to overwhelm me. "What have I done?" No. "I've lost any chance of living past the blood bath. How am I supposed to save Peeta when I'm dead. I'm such an idiot." Why can't I ever control my emotions?!

That's when the tears start to come. Pouring down my cheeks. I am going to die. I have no chance whatsoever to help Peeta now. I screwed us. He's going to die and it's all my fault. As soon as the elevator doors open I race down the hall as quick as possible, right past the dining room. I hear Effie huff and Peeta yell my name but i ignore them. How could i look him in the eye when i just sentenced us to death? They'll surely kill me. And because he's with me they'll kill him. I slam my door and fall onto my bed. I don't care if I cry anymore. I'm dead anyways.

"Maybe.. Maybe if i can convince them that me and Peeta aren't together anymore, maybe they'll give him a chance. That's all i need." I whisper to myself. No! That won't work. Peeta will never agree. And besides. They have already seen us together a ton. But.. maybe… just maybe.. I can get them to think otherwise. "It might just kill me to do it. But i.. I have to make Peeta think i don't care about him anymore. And i have to make every person in the capital to believe that to."

I hear a knock on my door. "Go away!" I scream. I want nothing to do with anyone. I lie… They'll probably give me a zero on my score so everybody will be out to kill me.

Another knock. "I said go away!" I want to die. Right now. The tears haven't stopped. This is worse than before. Now i don't have to just keep Peeta alive, I have to lie to him and make him feel horrible. But if that's what it takes then so be it.

"Katniss…" But I want him to hold me. I want him to tell me that everything's going to be okay. But it's not. That's not how the world works.

"Please. I don't want to see anyone."

"But, Katniss. It's me.."

"I" My voice cracks. I can't.. I let out a sob, "I don't care."

I'm so sorry guys, but life can't be easy for these two ya know?