I walk towards Lyma and smile. She congratulates me and sends me to sit down. I wait and watch the end of the interviews. Patrick is shy and doesn't say much. It's surprising because he talks a lot when he's just with Lyma, Porter and I. The girl from 11 is adorable but that's it. Then Katniss gets called up. She's pretty boring and doesn't have much personality, I know people (mostly Porter) will be glad to see that she might lose sponsors. Peeta is up next. It's pretty boring but he's a sweet guy. I lose interest until he tells all of Panem that he has a crush on Katniss Everdeen. Lyma gasps and for a moment I'm sue she's dead. Lyma is holding her breathe and I remind her to breathe. She breaths out and thanks me. Peeta walks off stage and heads towards the District 12 people. As he gets closer, Katniss puts her hands around his neck and yells at him. It's hard to hear what she is saying but I don't think the "Lover Boy" act was planned. Their mentor pulls her hands off Peeta's neck and to be honest I think he did it at the right moment. Peeta looks half dead. Katniss, Peeta, their mentor and escort walk off towards their apartment. Everyone goes back to chatting. Slowly but surely everyone files out of the room. We head up to our room. "Well that was that," says Lyma sadly. Porter and Lyma are starting to cry. "Why are you crying?" I ask. I know it's probably a dumb question but I feel better after asking it. "Tonight is your last night with us," says Lyma through tears. "Unless they win," points out Porter. "I doubt that," says Patrick now sad as well. We all embrace. I'm going to miss them all, even Patrick. He's grown on me since we've been here. "Well you two go shower and clean up while we make dinner. Then we can enjoy out last night together!" says Lyma more happily. Me & Patrick get ready for dinner. As I walk into the dining room, I smell a roast pig. My mouth starts to water. At dinner we sit and chat and laugh. Everyone looks happy but I know deep down everyone is sad. Once we've finished dinner, I say goodnight and head to bed. As I lie there, I try to ignore the fact that by tomorrow afternoon I could be dead. Finally, my eyes close and I drift to sleep.