From the moment my eyes open, I know today is not like any other day. Today, for the first time this year, Peeta will not be by my side. Today, he is the opponent. Today, I will be victorious, while Peeta will lose shamefully. Today, Peeta is going down.

My eyes roam over towards the window. It's still not light yet; I can faintly see the moon behind a cloud. I turn around and silence the annoying buzzing device. It's some Capitol device, called an "Alarm Clock". It has no use here in District 12, where people rise with the sun and sleep with fatigue. But I had it ordered it especially for today.

I know it is probably too early, but I hunter walk to the bathroom, stopping frequently to make sure everything is in its place. I speedily finish my bathroom needs, then rush downstairs.

I lift up a cushion and retrieve my pride and joy. I shake the bottle, making sure it's stirred up. A smile crosses my face. He won't know what hit him.

I open the door and step outside. The cool, spring dawn rejuvenates me, working much more efficiently than that disgusting coffee Peeta likes to drink. I start slowly treading over to Peeta's place.

As I pass by Haymitch's house, I hear his words from when we first started this game: "What are you two, kids?" he would gruff, "Playing juvenile little games? Do you have nothing better to do than pull pranks on each other, sweetheart?"

In a way, he's right, of course. I really don't know why I like it. I guess it's the thrill and chase of it. That, and the look on Peeta's face when I get him good. Besides, its tradition! And you don't interrupt that.

The prank war lasts for the entire day. Each time we get the other person, we receive points, depending on how elaborate it is. The person with the most points at the end of the day wins. The winner gets anything they want from the loser. It's simple and a little bit stupid, but a heck lot of fun. And fun is a thing that I haven't felt in a long time.

I dig around my pocket and come up with the key for Peeta's door. I carefully push it open, making sure to keep quiet. I start making my way upstairs.

The List of Forbidden Things swirls my mind. It was his idea, but it was a good one. The List included things that we could not do, for example, use things that could trigger flashbacks or nightmares. It helps eliminate possible dangers.

I come to a halt in front of his bedroom. I press my ear against the door. Nothing. Taking a deep breath, I push the door open.

Peeta is sound asleep on his bed, mouth parted slightly. I look at him for a second, smiling. He looks adorable when sleeping! Do I look like that when I sleep? My smile fades away at this thought.

I stride over to his side, scrutinizing him. His chest rises and falls in a steady beat. Yep, he's asleep. I almost regret what I'm about to do…

I take out the bottle and give it another shake. In the moonlight, the glitter inside the bottle sparkles. I smile. Having Octavia as a stylist comes in handy on days like today.

I press down on the nozzle, and start spraying Peeta. I stop every time he moves, and progress is slow. Eventually, Peeta is glittering from head to toe. I bite my lip to keep from laughing. And the day hasn't even begun, yet!

Now I move on to Part Two of my early morning plan.

I go to the bathroom attached to his room and open the cabinet. I smile when I see it. The large jar filled with a green concoction is supposed to "refresh your skin" and make you look "ten years younger!". Flavius had sent it to Peeta for his birthday. Peeta had thrown it in his cabinet without a second thought, but I had kept it in mind.

I scoop some of the glob and smear my face with it. When I'm done, I look like a mint green Capitol-created monster. Perfect.

As I hear the first birds start to chirp outside, I go back to Peeta's room. He is already stirring. I almost roll my eyes. Peeta is such a morning person, it's annoying.

When I see his eyes start to flutter, I run to hide in the bathroom. A few minutes later, I hear Peeta getting up. There are metallic sounds, which mean he's putting his leg on. He yawns, then makes his way over here.

I chomp on my tongue to repress my laughter. I pull the shower curtain closer to me, making sure I'm hidden, but can see through a crack in the fabric.

Peeta walks to the toilet without a second glance to the mirror. I shut my eyes as he urinates. He walks over to the sink.

Peeta glances at himself in the mirror, then does a double take. The expression on his face is almost comical. His jaw is so wide open, I think it might be stuck. His eyes practically bug out of his head. Then, a high-pitched shriek leaves his throat.

Before I can lose it, I burst out of the bathtub, shouting. Peeta falls over, screaming his head off, while I double over in laughter. Peeta does nothing for a while. He seems to be in shock.

"You…you…" he finally stammers, "Not funny!"

"Oh, yes, it was," I say, flicking a tear away.

Peeta scowls. I think it's the first time I've seen him do it. "It's, like, six in the morning!"

"I told you I'd be ahead of the game this year." I say, smiling smugly.

"Ha, ha," he says drily, getting to his feet. He inspects himself in the mirror. "I look so manly."

"Actually," I say, "I think 'sparkly' is the current trend for men in the Capitol." When he gives me a look, I add, "I've been talking to Flavius."

Peeta lets out a chuckle. "Glitter, huh?"

I nod happily. "Yep!"

He touches my cheek. "What's that on your face?"

"Your age erasing cream," I say. "I think it worked pretty well."

"So I see." Is his comment.

"So?" I say, "How many points?"

"Out of ten, I'd say two."

I cross my arms. "Oh, come on! You're just mad you didn't think of it first! I say it deserves at least nine points."

Peeta shakes his head. "No way. I say four."

"Six!"

"Five!"

"Fine," I huff, "Although I'm only allowing it because you look so manly."

Peeta rolls his eyes. "Funny. Wait till I get you." Peeta suddenly smiles. It's so eerie, my own fades away. He leans in, and in my ear, whispers, "We'll see who's laughing then."

I get actual shivers down my spine.