The Hunger Games: Peeta's POV

Chapter Nine

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Peeta's POV-
"Up, up, up!" Ugh! Effie! I admire how she's positive in all, but sometimes she can be so annoying shaking me awake in her little capital accent! "Today is the training assessment! Try not to make a fool of yourself today!"

My eyes burst open. Does she know what happened to me in training yesterday? That's so embarrassing! Especially since I did in front of the love of my life! What was I thinking? Sparring with a career and thinking I could win?

I quickly comb through my hair and brush my teeth. I change into the same outfit I've been wearing for the past three days.

I walk downstairs to see Katniss and Haymitch sitting at the breakfast table. Haymitch is drinking his alcohol out of a metallic flask and Katniss is sitting at the table staring off into space. I go sit down next to her and greet her with a smile.

"Hey." I say in a calm voice. "Hi." I look at Haymitch he stares back at us with a blank stare.

"So today is the training assessments. They'll bring you in one by one and evaluate you. They'll start with District 1, so the two of you will go last....." He pauses for a second and his expression changes from blank, to a now serious expression. As if this were the most important thing in the world. "I don't know how else to put this," He says, looking us in the eye. "make sure they remember you." We both nod and head to the elevator.

The door opens and we step inside the silver structure that will take us to our evaluations.

When we get down to the waiting room, everyone else is already there. Everyone's eyes flash to us for a split second and then flash away. We go sit down into the two empty chairs with quivering hands.

"Glimmer. District 1. Report for individual assessment."

Everyone turns to the girl as she makes her way to the door. It opens automatically and then closes as she enters the private garage.

The room grows even more silent as it starts to empty. I don't say one word. I stay silent. I'm to nervous to do anything. Eventually, the room is finally empty. The only people left are Katniss and I.

My leg won't stop shaking.

Chill Peeta! It's just an assessment! Like anyone will be watching! Who cares?

I try to calm myself down, but I just can't! It's impossible! How am I supposed too? Hundreds of people will be watching! Their eyes will be glued to me. Watching my every move.

Breath Peeta! Breath!

"Katniss Everdeen. District 12. Report for individual for assessment."

I jump at this, but Katniss stays calm. She stands up and her posture is very tense and I can tell she's uncomfortable and anxious. So I try to calm her down and say, "Hey Katniss!" She turns around, her posture still remains stiff. I give her a very small smile and say, "Shoot straight." She nods and with that she walks out without another word.
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Five, Ten, Fifteen minutes pass and Katniss still isn't back yet. Is she okay? Is she in trouble? I want to help so bad, but I can't just barge in without being called.

"Peeta Mellark. District 12. Report for individual assessment."

Oh god! What do I do? How can I "Wow!" the game makers like Haymitch told me too? I just decide to be calm and just take small breaths to calm myself down.

Just get your ass out there, and show them what you got!

I tell myself to prep myself up. I walk to the self opening door and it opens and the first thing I see is Katniss running out of the room. Was it that bad?

I walk up to the weights as all the game makers stare at me. I grad a 75 pound weight and throw it across the room. I just keep doing this and eventually I do knives. I'm not as good as Clove, but I'm pretty decent. It seems the only thing I'm good with is strength and knives. I hope they have something to do with my two talents in the arena.

"Mr. Mellark," Senaca Crane, the head game maker says to me. "You may go."

I walk out without another word.