Bad Girls - M.I.A
"Live fast, die young, bad girls do it well."

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It was the day of the evaluation. I had already done my private assessment a few days ago and let's just say, things went...interestingly.

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Rhiannon walked into the room for her private assessment. She saw Seneca Crane and the rest of the sponsors looking at her. She grabbed the bow and arrow and started shooting. She hit the bullseye every time. With her last arrow, she shot it through one of the ones in the center, cutting through the arrow. Seneca looked interested. She grabbed the knives a shot them in a certain way on the target that spelled out "winner." All the sponsors looked interested. She then grabbed a sword and began to dismember one of the dummies from training. She turned around. They weren't watching. Fuck them. If there was a chance she was going to die, she was going to be remembered. She grabbed one of the knives from the target and threw it at Seneca- well- his ear. She watched as it skimmed the side of his ear, drawing the slightest bit of blood. She snarled at them as they all turned around. "Hey! You shouldn't turn your back to me. You should be terrified of me. You're playing my game." She spat the cruel words- they were cruel people, they deserved them- before she turned around and walked out.

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I smiled at the memory a little. Then Fallon, Finnick, and Annie gathered around. I haven't talked to Annie or Finnick, I've been ignoring them lately.

Fallon turns on the TV and Caesar Flickerman appears. "Now as you know, after three days of careful evaluation. The tributes have been rated on a scale of 1-12." He says.

I was nervous about how they would rate me. This could make or break how many sponsors I get.

"From District 1, Marvel, with a score of 7"

"From District 1, Glimmer, with a score of 6"

"From District 2, Cato, with a score of 10"

"From District 2, Clove, with a score of 10"

Ten is a great score, I'd be lucky to get that. Clove did good, even though we haven't spoken yet. Shit, we really need to do that. Cato did good too, unfortunately.

"From District 4, Raven, with a score of 7"

Eh, not surprising

"From District 4, Rhiannon, with a score of 11"

My eyes light up and a genuine smile- the first one in weeks- creeps onto my face. Eleven? That's crazy high. Only the best careers ever get an eleven.

I look around the room to see Fallon give me a small nod, such a tiny action yet it means so much to me.

"Wow. Good job." Raven mutters to me, a tinge of annoyance in his voice. I roll my eyes as a response.

"Great job Rhiannon." Annie smiles at me. Any other games, any other tributes, and Annie and Finnick would be jumping for joy, laughing and hugging.

I'm not sure it's upsetting to me. It's my fault. I'm the one directly disobeying their orders. I'm the one driving the wedge between us. I have no right to feel this way. As I look up from my thoughts, I see Caesar has already made it to District 12.

"From District 12, Peeta, with a score of 8"

I snort, better than Raven and Glimmer.

"From District 12, Katniss, with a score of 11"

That little shit. 

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