The Games From Home

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11: I'm becoming a monster
I woke up the next morning wishing I hadn't. All I could think about all day was that the next time I saw Katniss, she would be in the Arena. And probably the time after that she would be rock still in a coffin. Now let's freeze it right there. I remember being so worked up about that last thought, but if I had known what was coming up later in the Games…well that would have been the absolute least of my worries. Okay, let's get back to that day. I finally came to the conclusion that worrying wouldn't help Katniss or her family, so I pulled myself out of bed. I quickly changed my clothes and headed for the woods. About halfway there I realized that my shirt was on backwards. Oh well.

On my way to the fence I ran into Delly Cartwright. I don't mean that I was walking and happened to see her. Oh, no. I could only be so lucky. I actually ran into her. Seriously, I ran smack right into that girl. It was really awkward. Not running into her, but just seeing her. I mean, I was rooting for Katniss to come home and she was rooting for blondy the baker. Apparently she could tell exactly what I was thinking because she came out saying, "You know Gale; I really don't want Katniss to die". Oh great, was all I thought. I didn't say anything to her, but someone else did. It was Callie Sheridan. I don't know her that well, but apparently she thought we were pretty close. She didn't just say something. Oh no. "Well only one of them can come out alive and I bet you your little baker boy is gonna be coming home. I bet he'll even get first class. Well, that is if you count a wooden box as first class". That girl came out swinging. Delly's motto was not 'when push comes to shove, don't shove back'. More like 'When push comes to shove, shove back'. "Oh yeah, well I'm sure your friend Katniss would think that a wooden box was pretty classy". Delly had just crossed the line. People could say things about Katniss' personality and her looks, but when someone brought up money and class my true dark side came out. I tackled Delly. I didn't push her. I didn't shove her. I tackled her. The definition of tackle being, I dropped my game bag and leaped through the air straight at Delly. I had her pinned down on the ground before she knew what hit her. And what hit her was an eight-teen year old boy, who probably weighed two times as much as her. But once I had her pinned down, I didn't really know what to do. "I'll take care of her, Gale", Callie offered up. "That's fine", I replied to Callie. I was upset, but Delly was a nice person most of the time and, after all, it was Katniss who was in the Games, not me. "Don't ever say anything like that again. You got it", I said this time talking to Delly. I got up and wiped the dirt of my pants. Somehow, by some miracle we hadn't attracted any watchful eyes. Then I ran off to my day in the woods.

I hunted for about two hours and then decided to take a rest. Katniss was all I could think about. How's the Capitol, Catnip, I thought. Suddenly a surge of anger raged into my heart. Not at myself, not at Delly, not at the Capitol, but at Katniss. "Why would you leave me", I yelled to the birds. "Is she really worth it to you. Your life. Your future. Our future", my voice lowered on the last sentence. I was certain that I was becoming insane. I obviously knew that Katniss couldn't hear me and I'm glad she didn't. Later that day, when I had left the woods I had felt so miserably guilty. How could have asked her to let Prim go to her death just so we, who had nothing romantic together, could be together? I was becoming a monster and I had to backtrack.

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MISSINGLLAMA! I KNOW GALE WOULD NEVER DO THIS BUT I NEEDED DRAMA!


11: I'm becoming a monster
I woke up the next morning wishing I hadn't. All I could think about all day was that the next time I saw Katniss, she would be in the Arena. And probably the time after that she would be rock still in a coffin. Now let's freeze it right there. I remember being so worked up about that last thought, but if I had known what was coming up later in the Games…well that would have been the absolute least of my worries. Okay, let's get back to that day. I finally came to the conclusion that worrying wouldn't help Katniss or her family, so I pulled myself out of bed. I quickly changed my clothes and headed for the woods. About halfway there I realized that my shirt was on backwards. Oh well.

On my way to the fence I ran into Delly Cartwright. I don't mean that I was walking and happened to see her. Oh, no. I could only be so lucky. I actually ran into her. Seriously, I ran smack right into that girl. It was really awkward. Not running into her, but just seeing her. I mean, I was rooting for Katniss to come home and she was rooting for blondy the baker. Apparently she could tell exactly what I was thinking because she came out saying, "You know Gale; I really don't want Katniss to die". Oh great, was all I thought. I didn't say anything to her, but someone else did. It was Callie Sheridan. I don't know her that well, but apparently she thought we were pretty close. She didn't just say something. Oh no. "Well only one of them can come out alive and I bet you your little baker boy is gonna be coming home. I bet he'll even get first class. Well, that is if you count a wooden box as first class". That girl came out swinging. Delly's motto was not 'when push comes to shove, don't shove back'. More like 'When push comes to shove, shove back'. "Oh yeah, well I'm sure your friend Katniss would think that a wooden box was pretty classy". Delly had just crossed the line. People could say things about Katniss' personality and her looks, but when someone brought up money and class my true dark side came out. I tackled Delly. I didn't push her. I didn't shove her. I tackled her. The definition of tackle being, I dropped my game bag and leaped through the air straight at Delly. I had her pinned down on the ground before she knew what hit her. And what hit her was an eight-teen year old boy, who probably weighed two times as much as her. But once I had her pinned down, I didn't really know what to do. "I'll take care of her, Gale", Callie offered up. "That's fine", I replied to Callie. I was upset, but Delly was a nice person most of the time and, after all, it was Katniss who was in the Games, not me. "Don't ever say anything like that again. You got it", I said this time talking to Delly. I got up and wiped the dirt of my pants. Somehow, by some miracle we hadn't attracted any watchful eyes. Then I ran off to my day in the woods.

I hunted for about two hours and then decided to take a rest. Katniss was all I could think about. How's the Capitol, Catnip, I thought. Suddenly a surge of anger raged into my heart. Not at myself, not at Delly, not at the Capitol, but at Katniss. "Why would you leave me", I yelled to the birds. "Is she really worth it to you. Your life. Your future. Our future", my voice lowered on the last sentence. I was certain that I was becoming insane. I obviously knew that Katniss couldn't hear me and I'm glad she didn't. Later that day, when I had left the woods I had felt so miserably guilty. How could have asked her to let Prim go to her death just so we, who had nothing romantic together, could be together? I was becoming a monster and I had to backtrack.

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12: scores

Today was the most important of all the days leading up to the Games. What happened that day would basically decide who would die and who would live. Even though the Games are about being able to take care of yourself with what you've got, you can't survive with just that. You need Sponsors; they'll give you supplies that you need, but don't have and can't find. Not everybody gets Sponsors though. You need to have three things; charm, promise and a high training score. In order to have a high training score, you need to have a talent.

The Tributes were scored on a scale of 1-12; 1 meaning you'll die before you get 1 centimeter into the Arena, 12 meaning you have the best shot at winning out of everybody (at this point nobody had ever scored a 12). The Tributes have 3 days of group training and 1 session alone with the Gamemakers. The personal session is the most important. All eyes are on you. Other than the Gamemakers, nobody ever gets to see the training; personal or group. Nobody ever knows what a Tribute does to get a certain score until they get into the Arena.

I knew that Katniss would show the Gamemakers her shooting. Therefore I knew that she would have to score at least an 8. The average score for Tributes is 6-8, but Careers always have 9-10s. I didn't know what to expect from Peeta. He didn't exactly look like a killer Tribute. I mean, the guy's a baker. Even though Katniss was the person I wanted to see become Victor, I was most curious to see what little Rue would score. She was so small I didn't have a clue as to what she might do for the Gamemakers.

The square was full of people bustling around, anxious for the score announcement. For once, I wasn't going out to hunt. I had gotten a good amount of game the day before and wanted to go see the Everdeen's. When I got to the their house the screen door was closed, the thicker outside door was wide open. As I walked up to the steps as I had so many times before, I noticed the peeling white paint. It had been like that for a while, but Katniss' dad used to do all of the house improvements. Since he was gone, the house aged naturally.

"Hello?", I shouted through the screen. "One minute". 's voice yelled back, filled with depression. When she walked up to the door, her dirt smudged face lightened into a small smile. "Nice to see you, Gale. Are you taking the day off from hunting", she asked. "Yeah. I wanted to spend some time with Prim and you. Is that all right"? "Of course. Come on in". was always kind to me and let me come over whenever I wanted to.

I had to giggle the frame of the screen door a few times to get it to open. Even though the Everdeen's house needed a few renovations, it was homey. Plus, it was no worse than ours. I sat down at the kitchen table and gave me a cup of pine needle tea. Prim was at school for the day since the announcement wasn't until later in the day. The two of us sat in silence for a while. I decided to think about something that I hadn't let myself think about until then. I let my mind wander to the night of interviews. Peeta had told Katniss that he loved her. Or that he had at least had had a crush on her since the first grade. The question was, did Katniss like him back? If she didn't then everything was all right (except the part where my best friend was going to her forthcoming death). If she did, well then the odds were (once again) not in my favor. Just as I decided to leave the subject alone, Prim came crashing through the door. I guess they Everdeens didn't find it necessary to be delicate with the screen door. "Gale", Prim shouted. I guess I was the closest thing to Katniss that she had. "Are you gonna watch the scores with us tonight"? I looked over to to see what she thought. She gave a slight nod of her head. "Sure. If you'd like", I said. "Great"!

After I finished my tea, I ran back home to tell my mother that I was going to watch the score announcement at Katniss'. She had no problem with it, as I assumed. When I got back to the Everdeen's, I took a seat on their sagging couch along with Prim and . Within five minutes they had brought up the Capitol seal along with Panem's anthem. When the song ended, the emblem disappeared and was replaced by Caesar Flickerman's face. "Welcome! Welcome! As I'm sure you all know, tonight is the all-important score announcements"! Cheers and applause exploded form the Capitol crowd. There are many differences between the Capitol and District 12, but I think the biggest one was always the reaction to the Games. Capitol citizens would erupt with cries of joy, while District 12 remand silent with an occasional sob. "First up, is District 1's, Marvel scoring a 9"! Caesar gave the Sponsors a few seconds to think about the score. Is he the right person to Sponsor? Should I bother spending my money on him? "Next up is District 1's female tribute, Glimmer, scoring a 9"! Another period of time for Sponsors to think and applaud. "Catoe, District 1's male tribute, scores an outstanding 10"! Clove, Catoe's district partner, Clove, follows suite scoring a 10, too"! On and on Caesar went. "District 11's, Rue, has scored a 7! Looks like there's a lot more to that little girl than w meets the eye". Finally he came to District 12. "Peeta Mellark from District 12 has scored an 8"! People in the crowd applauded, but I really didn't see anything to celebrate about. I mean, he only scored one more point more than little Rue. So either she had an amazing talent or Peeta was as strong as a 12 year old girl. "Last but most certainly not least, Miss Katniss Everdeen has scored…," Caesar hesitated moment. It looked like he thought that there was a mistake of some sort. After making a decision Caesar continued, "An 11"!

I had never been so shocked in my life. Not when Katniss volunteered for Prim, not when Katniss rolled out in her chariot on fire, not even when Peeta told the whole country that he loved Katniss. Katniss scored an 11. I turned to look at and Prim. Their eyes were the size of golf balls and it looked like they might be having some flies for dinner. For once District 12 and the Capitol were the same, for a second. Everyone, everywhere was silent. Then the television erupted with noise. Cheers, woots, clapping. You name it. The only thing that I was able to say was "Oh. My. God".

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But there's a typo in there: You said Gale had to "giggle" the frames or whatever