The Hunger Games: Peeta's POV

Chapter Ten

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Peeta's POV-
It's been three days. Three days since I did my training assessment. Three days since I probably made a fool my myself in front of the game makers.

"Listen up you two!" Haymitch walks in and motions us to sit down. "In about thirty minutes, your training scores will be up. The entire nation will be watching. So I hope you did good."

I look over to Katniss and I can see her face is red at this. It couldn't have been that bad.

"I'll see you back here in thirty, then?" We both nod and walk out.
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Everyone is sitting together on a leather couch talking about how amazing we probably did in training. I disagree. I probably got a four. Nothing good at least. I did nothing impressive. Nothing to impress them. I probably did just enough to look like I have a chance.

The television flashes on and I immediately turn and body posture stiffens.

Ceaser Flickerman flashers on the screen and greets the nation with a fake smile. The capital people always seem to have a smile plastered across their face.

"Good evening." Ceaser says with a calm voice. "And now the moment you've been waiting for," Training scores. I think to myself. "training scores." He says echoing my thoughts.

He picks up a small card. Their are a pile of twenty four of them on his desk. Each of them with a capital symbol on the back.

"Marvel. District 1. With a score of," I try to imagine what it must feel like about to get your training score. The room would probably go silent. Everyone would be stiff. Everything frozen in time. And you couldn't feel a thing, but your body going nun of fear. I brace myself for that moment which will come about thirty minutes from now. "9." Now I imagine what it would feel like to get a decent score on a training assessment. Relief would wash over you and you would exhale and let your body sit back on the cushions of the sofa and you would start thinking that you actually had a chance.

The girl from District 1, I think her name is Glimmer, ends up pulling a nine. Cato and Clove both get tens.

The training scores go on and on and it feels like forever. It's like time is frozen and my life won't move forward. Just get to me already!

It's not that I think I got a good score. I probably didn't. But if I did get a horrible score I want to get it over with. I just want to here the score let my heart sink and leave. That's all. That's all I want.

"District 11. Thresh. With a score of, 9." Wow! A District 11 tribute pulled a 9! The outer Districts don't always get the best scores.

This gives me just a speck of hope in the back of my head that maybe I'll get a good score.

"District 11. Rue. With a score of, 7." Wow! A seven for a twelve year old is not bad at all.

"Peeta Mellark." Oh no! Okay, just breath Peeta!

I bring myself forward and I can feel my stomach twisting into knots. "District 12."

So close to humiliation! So close!

"With a score of,"

Here we go....

"8."

8?

There must be some mistake! I did horrible! I did nothing but toss weights around and throw a few knifes. Nothing big. Nothing that would "Wow!" them. Nothing like that.

"Peeta! Nice job we can work with that!" It's Effie. I can't believe it! I have a chance for survival!

"And finally, Katniss Everdeen." Katniss stiffens. "District 12. With a score of, 11."

An 11?