Chapter Six

I was handed a bag by an Avox - looks like the rebels hadnt freed them either. I grimaced, opening it. However, inside was not the bomb that I had imagined. It was a new set of clothing. And they were decent. Jeans, boots, and a shirt. Nice clothing. I smiled. As soon as everyone had their new clothes on, we were let into the center. It was bigger than I had imagined. Capitol residents werent even allowed inside this area, for the dangerous weapons it contained. my grandfather hadnt even been in this room for more than ten minutes, to speak to the Gamemakers privatly once.

It was, though, just like the television programs made it out to be. There was the Archery station in the back corner - I noticed Fara went directly there. Snake, followed by Xander and Satose, went directly to the Hand-to-Hand combat area opposite of the Archery area. I noticed Water and Rhanona playing with the Camouflage station. Licorice soon joined them. Minke and Porter soon joined the gruff looking trainer at the weightlifting station. I was about to join Shia, Kaulke, and Plaite but I realized they were frequenting the Boxing area. I shuddered and turned away. I watched Satin and Slaier move to the side at the Spears station. I thought Princilla would join them, but she veered off to climb stuff. I approached Ana, who looked as lost as I was, when Walter brushed by and went to the spears section. Brenanna was right behind him. It left me, Ana, Herc, and the three other girls to fend for ourselves.

Herc gave me his disdainful look before dashing over to the Edible Plans while Clayre, Rose, and Eevaline - heads bowed - walked to the knots section. Ana and I turned to each other.

"Fires?"

"Fires," I agreed, and we both moved to the fires. We spent the remainder of the day playing with coal, sticks, matches, flints, and all the other fun stuff that goes with flames. When the day finished, we were all whisked away by our mentors and promply delivered back at our suites at the Tribute Tower.

The next day Ana and I were joined by Herc at the shealter station, but eventually he migrated towards the three girls and Ana and I moved to the knots. We spent the next day in the edible plants. That night, Gale and I got into another shouting match.

"I dont have to do ANYthing you tell me!!! I could spend my entire week learning to a tree! You have no say in anything!!"

"I have every say! I'm the one getting you sponsors and crap."

"Yeah, and I used to have a flying unicorn! You've done nothing this week but mack on women. I've seen you, I'm not blind! Attacking people who look like Katniss does no good. Forget her, cause she obviously does not want to see you, or else you would have gone to visit her JAIL cell!"

I honestly thought Gale would slap me, but he didnt and instead stalked away.

The fourth day was spent in the camouflage, climbing, and the edible plants again.

On the fifth and final day, I was content spending it tying knots or painting Ana's face, but she turned me towards the knives section. I put my hands up in a physical barrier. "No."

"Yes, Mickie, I know you wanna wait until they let us go or something, but what if someone like Snake or Fara attacks us?"

I was quiet.

"So...?"

Gale would be happy at least. The thought of him turned my attention back to the friends and family interviews done this week. What he said. My silence caused Ana to pull me over to the knives.

Of course, neither of us could lift the large, sword-like knives, but when they handed us daggers, it gave me a weird feeling of power. By the end of the day I could strike a bullseye. The trainer looked at me funny before telling me I had a gift. Ana, though could hardly get the knife to stick to something. I grimaced when she gave me a jealous glare.

At the end of the training sessions, Plutarch approached us all and told us we were preforming for the gamemakers, who would probably be drunk by the time I got there - like the ones last year, and the year before. I could usually sit in the back watching silently. So we all went in, but I was last. I wished my friends all good luck, and when it was my turn I entered slowly and just sat on the ground. My arms went up over my chest and I closed my eyes defiantly. It was fifteen or so minutes before they got fed up and let them open the doors for me to run out.

I would tell Gale about this.

As soon as the day was over and I was alone with Gale, I turned on him. "I know they film all the family and friends interviews during the week of training, what'd you say?"

"They found your old nurse, who adored you. They interviewed Marek, and even got a few words out of Zione of how perfect a sister you are. School teachers told of your intelligence. Johanna read your entire history."

"I know what my friends will say, what did you tell?"

"That you were stupid, but admirable."

That tickled me, and suddenly my fierceness softened and I looked up at him, "Really?"

He nodded. The elevator opened and we both went to dinner. After dinner we all sat in the living room, waiting to listen to the training scores.

Snake got a 10.

Water got a 2.

Ashton, a 4.

Brenanna, a 7.

Walter got a 9.

Rhanona got a 3.

Satose, a 6.

Licorice got a 6 also.

Xander got a 3.

Fara got an outstanding 11.

Plaite got a 9.

Rose, a 3.

Kaulke got an 8.

Clayre got a 4.

Herc got a disappointing 1 - even lower than the 12 year olds.

Princilla got a 5, which surprised me.

Porter got a 7.

Ana, too, got a 7.

Shia got an 11, to which i smiled at.

Satin, a 10.

Minke got an 8.

Eevaline got a 6.

Slaier - to his surprise, and disdain - only got an 8.

I was grinning when we came to me, for I thought for sure they'd give me a big fat zero, but instead my face popped up on the screen next to a big fat 12. I sat with my mouth open as Slaier yelled and then stormed into his room, Dovie chased after him.

"I dont get it," I wimpered. Gale sat there, looking uncomfortable. But slowly, he reached out and pat my back. "I did nothing! I literally sat there until they let me out. Gale, why'd they give me a 12?"

"To make others hate you," was his simple answer. He stood, leaving me to my own. I crawled into Zione's bed that night, cooing into his ear as he fell asleep.

The next morning Nicolli and Marek appeared to dressed me. Today I was in the Hunger Games.

Chapter Five

I snuck out. I went to the Elevator and just left. It was surprisingly easy. From the way they treated me before, as if I was an armed criminal, this was a complete 180. No guards, nothing. I could have left the building if it werent so cold, and if I knew someone was out there to find me. Instead I returned to the Elevator and rode up to Level 10. The door opened silently and I was able to slide all the way down the hall, and into the room marked with Shia's name. Then I climbed into the bed next to him and cried.

I dont cry easily. I only remember crying 4 times in my life. When my parents died. When I heard the Rebels had gotten to the Capitol. When my grandfather died. When I was alone in my room. Shia had been there to see me cry twice: with my parents and the Rebels.

We had been watching Hunger Games reruns in my room when I was told. I was only 12, and he 13, and we'd only really known each other from these TV sessions and around school. But after he comforted me that first time, we bonded. i knew he was there for me, and he knew he could trust me. So we bonded. That's why, when the Rebels got into the Capitol, instead of going to Ana with my fears, I went to him. And that's why I come to him now.

After bawling for a few minutes, he stirred next to me, rolling over so he was facing me. The boy startled for a moment before regaining his composure and pulling me into him.

Around 3 a.m I stopped the waterworks and Shia and I just laid there in silence. I gulped before putting my hand on his cheek. I could feel the warmth of his face, and then I leaned in. "Shia...I...Can we...?" I trailed off, unable to even ask for it.

I saw his smile in the darkness. But he gently moved my hand off my face and held it. "I love you. You know I do. But not like that, Mickie."

"But I just wanna... Please, Shia?"

He shook his head, moving so you were both sitting up against the headboard. I was soon placed between his legs, resting my head on his chest. It was soothing to hear and feel his heart beat. Shia rested his chin on the top of my head and sighed. "You want something meaningful, not something fake, Mickie. I know that. Doing it now would be wrong."


I nodded my agreement and sighed. With Shia rubbing my sides I was asleep within minutes.

We woke the next morning to blaring alarms. I glanced at the flashing clock to see it was 9 in the morning. Shia quickly threw me his robe and he pulled on a sweater and we both ran into the hall. When Fulvia - a Capitol traitor - saw me, she screamed, pointed, and then ran to get the other mentor. I glanced at Shia.

"Were they looking for me?" came my meak voice. Shia glanced first at Satin - who had no particular loyalty to any Capitolites - then at me.

"Mickie, why do you think you were always in the background of President Snow's announcements? He had you there to show he had humanity. You did all those interviews and whenever you went to help the refugees there were cameras. You're like Katniss."

I didnt get it. i was never the face of the Capitol's side of the war. i was just there for my grandpa. I shook my head. "No. I was there to support him."

He shook his head. "That's why they tried to get you out of the city. They need a face for people to go behind." He rubbed my cheek with his thumb. "You were the prettiest and most known face in the Capitol. That's why the Rebel's cant loose you." I frowned. That's why I was being guarded, because I was the face of the Capitol. I didnt even know I had anything to do with the war, other than caring for the refugees from further out in the Capitol. And my grandpa didnt even tell me he was using me. No one told me.

Suddenly, the idea of banging Shia disgusted me and I walked back to the elevator. However, when it opened, there stood about five guards, Gale, Plutarch, and President Paylor. Their battle gear - save for Plutarch, who just sighed in relief at finding me - was daunting while I was standing here in a meak little robe. Gale waved to the men behind him and they caught my arms. Then I started fighting back.

"You cant do this!" I shouted, as they pulled me in the elevator. Paylor just gave me a look before turning away. "I have rights dont I?!"

"You have about as many rights as the Capitol gave us," snapped Gale. I watched Shia as the doors slid shut, then turned back to my 'mentor'.

"We gave you savages as many rights we could give without loosing control," I hissed. I felt the guards, obviously from some District, tighten their hold on me, and then I glared. Gale was about to respond, but a glance from the new President shut him up. We made it up to level 12 without anyone saying anything. As soon as we made it to the top floor, there stood Dovie, Slaier, Nicolli, Marek - a man I used to have do my hair, Gale answered my request and had him come - and Slaier's prep team. Slaier just glared, probably angry the alarm woke him up.

Paylor and the guards just stayed in the elevator, but Gale shoved me into District 12's suite. The dark haired boy nodded to Plutarch before grabbing the back of my collar and practically dragging me into my room. He sat me on the bed, and was about to leave when I spoke up, "Hey!"

It wasnt a rude shout. In fact, I thought it was kind of wimpy. Gale paused, crossing his arms over his chest and then turning to me. "What?"

I stood up and debated crossing the room and standing near him. But I decided otherwise. "You know the interviews you did when Katniss was in the Games." His jaw clenched. I guess he didnt like the mentioning of his former best friend. His former major love interest. I figured I wouldnt press that any further and went on. "Who are they going to interview when they do my part?"

I had no one left. My best friends were entering the arena with me. My parents were dead. my grandfather killed. I only had Zione left, and he was too young to understand what's going on. Gale's eyes softened for a moment, but he shrugged. "They'll ask around, find some friends -"

"But I dont have any friends!" I blurted out, grimacing. "They're all in the games with me."

"Then they'll ask around about who your other friends are. Workers in the mansion. Nicolli and Marek. They may attempt to interview your brother," he paused. "They'll ask me."

I froze. If he gave an interview about me, I was surly not going to get ANY sponsors. I was dead meat. Suddenly, my fearful voice was gone and I was glaring at him. My transformation caused him to harden his eyes. "What'll you say about me?"

"Nothing expecially good, nothing expecially bad." He said in even words. I glared before telling him to leave. I was alone for a minute before Marek and Nicolli entered the room. I smiled lightly at them. Marek went right to work on my nails and Nicolli drapped some garment bags over the bed and neatly set a few pairs of shoes in the corner.

When I was polished and neat, I was being dressed. Marek had left the room to give me privacy and Nicolli and I were alone. I didnt speak and neither did she.

Soon I was in a stunning black ball gown, complete with pleats and bows. It was great. It only got better when she called Marek back in and he latched a pretty pearl necklace around my neck, and then gorgeous pearl drop earrings in. I was in awe of myself as I watched them in the mirror. Nicolli pulled out comfy looking flats and I slipped them on. I didnt mind flats, I actually adore heels. But whatever she wants, I'll do. There's no sense in making a stylist hate you. They dabbed makeup on, my dramatic eyes from yesterday. Lipstick, some blush. Not over the top or anything. When they stepped away, Marek smirked.

"You're a shoe-in to be the next Katniss. You're even prettier than she."

I grinned. "Gosh yes. And dont worry Marek, you're much prettier than Peeta too."

Nicolli bowed her head and moved to clean up, while Marek and I made fun of the Rebels. "I know, right!" Marek grinned, giving me his best Peeta look. "They're so fake, though."

"Yeah, I mean, sure they were in to die for outfits, but they've never been in ones like those. It's like shoving a mutt into a slinky red dress. It just doesnt fit."

"Trash."

"Scum."

"Dont deserve to be here."

"Oh, I cant top that, Marek!" I squealed. That's why I missed my hair dresser. He would always say whatever I wanted to hear. I was giggling with the man when there was a low grumble by the door. I turned me head, to find Gale, along with Dovie, glowering at us. Of course, we just insulted them. I merely smirked, while Marek - who is a people pleaser and hates people hating on him - wimped out and ducked his head. I didnt see as he shirked away and towards Nicolli. I just stared with blank eyes at the two District people standing in front of me.

I rose a delicate eyebrow. "Yea?"

Neither spoke, until Dovie shoved her elbow into Gale's side. The 19 year old grimaced before speaking, "Our party is leaving soon. Be out there in five minutes."

They were about to turn around when I smirked. "Or what? You'll leave without me?"

Dovie continued out - probably hating me. Gale just faced away. "We physically force you out."

"Whatever," I muttered, glaring at the back of his dark head. He slammed the door shut on the way out. When I walked off my platform to leave Marek frowned.

"Where are you going?"

I gave him a grin. "I dont want their hands on this fabulous dress, Marek! I'll cooperate, for now."

I saw Marek's face fall and then I sauntered to the elevator. My three other companions gave me glares, even Slaier - who looked even cuter than yesterday in his great suit - but I ignored them and we all continued down to the bottom floor.As soon as the doors cracked open an inch, I lifted up the front of my dress to jog over to Ana as she talked to Shia and Kaulke. I didnt see Plaite, but he must be here somewhere.

I hooked arms with Ana and we chatted for a few minutes before Snake and Water took their leave into the city. I watched Water with a sad face. Her cute button nose was red, even after they tried covering it with makeup. Her eyes were bloodshot. But she looked so adorable in her little gold princess dress. I could hardly give a flying monkey about Snake.

Ana, Kaulke, Shia, and I continued talking as others left. I noticed we were all in the same color as yesterday, and no one had fantastically stupid outfits - like District 7's tree costumes from the Quarter Quell last year. We were all in probably used clothing, the stylists had to make due with what could be found in closets around the Capitol. But we all looked stunning, I saw that right away.

Eventually, Kaulke left us, then Ana, and the boy and I were left all alone.

"i dont wanna talk about last night," I said slowly, when the awkward silence came over us. Shia bit his lip.

Then he left, and soon it was only Slaier and I, with out mentors having left long ago. I walked over and stared him up and down. "We have to be friends," I stated.

"I'm not listening to some Capitol doll."

I glared, stepping onto the chariot. "I like you. I actually think you're kind of gorgeous, but if you threaten me or my friends in that arena, this 'district' thing is out. I have deadly nails," I cat-scratched the air next to the boys head and grinned. He merely rose his brow. Maybe he will try to hurt me and Ana. Then maybe I will have to use my nails. I was contemplating this as our chariot was drawn out into the crowd.

And I must say, for barbarians, the district people were being surprisingly civil. No food throwing like I thought there would be. Instead it was cheering. Not for me, but for Slaier. I dont think I heard 'whoo Mickie Snow' even once. I didnt mind, I just stood there smiling and waving.

When we finally arrived back at the mansion, I was relieved. Ana was quick to pull me away from Slaier and into the auditorium, where it was packed to the rim with people wanting to personally witness the interviews. When all the tributes were sitting, two people strode out. I smiled when I saw the familiar Caesar Flickerman, but it disappeared as soon as Johanna Mason stepped out.

Their introduction from Plutarch stated that they were co-hosting.

I watched for a long time as Caesar - his skin a sickly blue, his hair grown out much too long, and wearing District 13 clothing - tried to bring out the good in people while Johanna focused on the bad.

Ana was reduced to tears after Johanna admitted that her uncle was killed. Caesar was cut off when he tried comforting the girl. I watched in horror as my fellow tributes were resolved to tears or yelling matches with this woman. I definatly did not like her anymore. My hatred, and fear, became too much when Slaier was escorted off the stage and they were trying to get me up. I stayed as still as possible, until Caesar, trying to be happy, started cheering me to come on stage. Soon everyone else, including the dreaded Johanna, started pitching in. Needless to say, i was soon sitting right across from the good-cop/bad-cop duo.

"So, Mickie, long time no see, huh?" Caesar started, smiling. I knew him from some parties. But our reunion was interrupted by Johanna leering at me.

"So, you're President Snow's granddaughter?" her question caused many to gasp, although I'm sure that most districts knew this already. I didnt waiver as I nodded. Caesar tried smiling at me.

"So how is your little brother? Zione?"

"Good. Being held captive ba-" I was cut off by Johanna.

"So why were you living with your grandfather instead of your parents?"

I knew my face showed slight sadness, but I quickly pulled it together. "They died in a train crash in District 2 a long time ago."


"We're so sorry, Mickie," Caesar expressed his empathy, but he already knew how my parents had died. Everyone in the Capitol knew. I just shrugged. It was quiet on the stage for a second or two before Caesar spoke up. "So what's your strategy for this memorable Hunger Games?"

I thought for a minute, watching the clock tick backstage. I only had five minutes out here, and still had two left. If I could just stall.

"Well?" Johanna demanded. My eyes turned to slits as I glared at the woman.

"I dont plan on fighting." Both the hosts were confused. "I plan on sticking it out with my friends until you people get bored and let us go."

Caesar was still stunned that I'd said that on television when Johanna sneered. "You know others dont share your ideas? I'm pretty sure Snake and Fara will be two of the front runners in this. Neither are afraid to get down and dirty."


"I'm sure you know a lot about that, Johanna," I retorted. "I could just be playing your cards. Acting weak while I'm not. That's totally me. A liar. A fake."

I stood, knowing that there was still almost a minute. Johanna hardly fazed at my words, and didnt move to block me as I exited the stage. Gale was right there, to yell at me. "Getting them agry wont help! That's how Katniss won her games. She showed she was nice and pretty and strong!"

"No!" I snapped. "She won it through pure chance. Had Peeta not been picked as the other tribute, she would not have had the publicity to win. She's a fake too!"

I left Gale in the dust and was at the Training Center doors within seconds.

Chapter Four

I heard someone grumble something behind me and turned quickly. There stood gale, glaring at me, then at my friends. My blush turned to anger, thinking he was about to turn me down. "Come on Snow," he rasped, still looking at Kaulke, who's grin faultered until Marshburn grabbed his tribute's arm and pulled him away. Shia leaned down next to me ear before I had to leave with Gale.

"I hope I kiss better than Kaulke," he purred. I gave him a grin before following after Gale. When we made it to the hovercraft, I was confused.

"Where are we going?" We were now in the air, flying away from the mansion.

"The tribute Tower," came his short reply. I frowned, glaring out the window until we arrived. and since we were District 12, we were probably going up to the top floor. I hated heights. Guess I'll stay away from the windows.

When the elevator dropped us off at the suite, Slaier was already there, lounging on a sofa. I retreated to the chair beside him. He didnt even look at me.

"Everdeen has been locked up. The games are being shown on the television. Claudius Templesmith is still alive. Most people who played any part in the old games are dead or being executed soon."

I gave him a look. I didnt want to know any of that. I just wanted to be in the company of someone other than Gale. I gave him a curt thanks before standing. Behind me there was a sqeak, "Mickie!"

I turned to find my brother, bundled in a comforter. My breathing stopped, and Slaier, appauled by my oncoming tears, left the room. I opened my arms to Zione and let him run to me.

"Zione, where'd you go? Why are you up so late?"

The boy, too tired to answer, fell asleep in my arms a few minutes later. I picked him up in my arms, craddling him, and turned. But suddenly I realized I had no idea where this kid was sleeping. I moved towards the door and Gale appeared, wearing pants but no shirt. I was too involved with my brother that I didnt blush, and looked solely at his face. He, though, seemed uncomfortable.

"Where is he sleeping?" I asked, taking a step towards the man. He took one step back.

Then he regained his composure and pointed at a room down the hall. I started walking off with Zione when Gale called after me. "Get ready, your ... friends will be up soon."

My face lit up, and I turned towards him, grinning. For a moment I forgot that he was the enemy and jogged over to him, leaned up on my tiptoes and gave him the costumary kiss on the nose. He just looked disgusted and I saw my mistake. My face hardened. "Dont worry. It wont happen again. I cant see you even trying to make me happy ever again."

With that i turned sharply, making sure my curled hair whipped the man on his chest. I put Zione to bed and when I had changed into pajamas - a cute little dress that Nicolli had set out for me - the elevator dinged and I had a gaggle of girls in the living room. Slaier came out of his bedroom to see what the noise was about and nearly passed out at the sight of eight girls in their pajamas. Satin, I watched, grinned when she saw the boy, and quickly excused herself to go to the bathroom. I grinned knowingly.

When we all got settled into the couches, we were giggling at something Ana said.

It had already been around midnight when the tribute party had been going on, so after an hour of gossip Eevaline and Rose retreated to the sleeping bags to fall asleep. That left us older girls, except Satin, who hadnt returned from the bathroom yet. Licorice was the first to ensue the adult rated chatter.

"Omg, i cant believe I'll never get to have my boobs done. I've been looking forward to that practically since I turned 18."

"Didnt they have enough silicon left?" Ana commented. I giggled, opening my mouth to talk.

"Not enough to make them as big as Licorice wanted," we all giggled again, and I rolled so my head was in Ana's lap. The blonde took the silence to start her own topic.

"Sooooo....Mickie.....what's with you and Kaulke. are you two gonna go all Katniss/Peeta on us?"

I blushed again, sitting up again and drawing my knees into my chest. Dovie and Gale were in their rooms, Zione was asleep, and Slaier and Satin were doing God knows what in his bedroom. I decided to bring that up instead. "What about Slaier and Satin? They'll be the ones going all lover on us in the arena!"

This was the first time Princilla spoke the entire time. "Actually, they're cousins. Mail Bronston is Satin's uncle."

I blushed and then cringed at what I thought they were doing in there. "Oh god! I feel like such a perv!"

The girl's burst into even louder laughter and only stopped when Dovie shouted swear words at us. We giggled more. Ana spoke again. "I can believe I'll never get married."

Morbid, but true. I lowered my head, thinking she was about to cry, but she wasnt. Brenanna spoke, "Yeah, but at least you've had sex, right? Nothing can trump sex. It's the dirtiest, funnest thing in a girl's lifetime."

I tried to keep my blush back. Licorice grinned, agreeing. "My first time was with Finnick Odair. Yeah, daddy probably paid for it, but it was totally worth it. He's, like, a god in bed. I though I would die from everything he did to me."

Okay, the blush grew. Brenanna was next. "Mine was with Plaite. When we were 14. Totally platonic. It was just to get it over with, you know?"

Princilla's bright red face made the attention turn to her, not me. And for a second I thought she'd be like me. Nope. "Mine was with a Seam boy, behind the Hob." I didnt know where those places were, but I realized she'd done it with a District boy and all of us laughed, joking with her. Licorice was quick to jump and ask what age. "It was only a few months ago. We'd just moved there."

I remembered hearing that 12 got a new Head Peacekeeper, straight from District 2. I cant imagine how hard it was for Princilla to move twice in a year. I was about to express my sympathies when Ana grinned at all of us. She had on her smug face. "Mine isnt nearly as yummy as Licorice's, but I totally romped with Fife," i remembered Fife from school. He was uber sexy and to die for. But he was three years older than us. I dont know what happened to him. "Yeah, and it was right on stage too. I asked Uncle Claudius to let us into the stage area and we did it right on the couches he interviews the Victors on."

All of us started to Joke on whether or not they recorded it, but Ana wouldnt tell. I frowned, she usually tells me everything. "When was this Ana?"

"Oh," she waved her hand. "When we were 15."

I pouted, "Thanks for telling me, your bestest friend in the whole wide world."

"Oh, Mickie! I forgot about you. What about you? Who's been banging your cute little body?" That brought everyone's attention from Ana to me. I felt my eyes widen and a blush cover my cheeks. I was about to formulate a lie when we all heard a cold chuckle. I whipped my head around to see Gale standing in the doorway. All of us jumped up when we saw him. I didnt know how long he'd been standing there. It was unnerving.

"You all are so shallow," he said, still standing in the same place in the doorframe. I glared. The other four werent talking. Then it was up to me.

"At least they've had intimate encounters. If it makes them feel good, then good for them. They're mature enough to handle it," I snapped, crossing my arms in front of my body.

"But I doubt none of you were in an intimate relationship. Exclusive. And one of you bought someone to have sex with. Obviously Capitolites have no moral values."

"I guess you would wait to be in a relationship before you ever did it?Right?"

"Of course. I'm not stupid."

"But you're a prude."

"Look at the pot calling the kettle black." Oh, he caught onto me. But behind me I doubt Ana and Licorice got what he meant. Brenanna had to whisper to the two girls what he was saying. Ana's loud 'oooh' made me turn red - half in embarresment, half in anger that Gale told my secret.

"At least I'm not waiting for the impossible."

"What the hell do you mean by that?"

"It's obvious that Katniss never wouldve gone for you. Peeta Mellark could steal any girl away from you. If it werent his insane good looks," whoops, that was a lie. Gale was way hotter than the blonde,"then his charm would turn any girl on. I'm surprised that fake baby story wasnt real. I mean, she's probably headed that direction many times."

That got him. He took a dangerous step towards me.

I didnt have anything against him personally. But he had nothing against me. It was our pride in our homes that made us as ferocious as we were. But I didnt care. I'll defend the Capitol until the day I die.

"Fuck you," he hissed.

"Well Skrew you!" came my retort.

That's when Ana so cleverly put in, "This is where she's supposed to jump him and he throws her against the wall in hot, passionate sex."

That only made me turn even redder. But everyone ignored Ana and her romantic drama books. "Get out. You had no right to invade our conversation."

"I'm your mentor. I had every right to chaperone an underage party."

"Actually, I'm totally 18, so if you wanna throw someone ag-..." Licorice trailed off, silenced by the hidious glares Gale and I were both giving her. This was our fight.

"This isnt a party, it's the last time we'll ever see each other in a friendly way. So get out. You hardly know us."

I shoved him. I took that leap from words to violence. And I pissed off my mentor - my life support while in the games. Gale stumbled slightly, but only rose a brow at my lack of strength. For a moment I thought he was about to strike back, but Dovie appeared behind him.

Her natural bleached blonde hair was pulled back into a tight knot at the back of ehr head, and she was sporting a robe. Her face held a horrible glare. "Get out. Wake up the two in the corner and leave. I'm sure if your mentors dont let you back in, the Elevator is probably very comfortable."


Behind me I heard my friends groan. Ana was the one who went to wake up Eevaline and Rose. I turned away from Gale and helped to get all their stuff.

When they were in the elevator - Slaier standing behind me complaining I ruined his cousin bonding session - Dovie growled at me and Gale.

"You two are idiots. Dumber than any person I've ever met. I know how you so loathe each other, but do it in private, not in a shouting match!" With that she turned and left. I stood there, not knowing what to do as Slaier jogged back to his room. Gale didnt even look at me before leaving. So I was left alone. And the only thing I can think to do when I'm alone is to cry.

Chapter Three

As soon as the red light on the camera went dark I moved away from Gale and Plutarch. Haymitch approached behind me. "Hurry up, girlie. There's a party in the ballroom for you..." he snickered. "Tributes." I glared at him, making for the enterence. But Haymitch caught my wrist and turned me towards Gale. "Your mentor has something he wants to show you."

Gale grumbled something, turning and walking down a hall. I followed wordlessly. Yeah, I would get stuck with Gale Hawthorne. Hated solely for who my grandpa was. He lead me back to my old room, grimacing. I entered to the sight of three older women. Two were so obviously Districts, while the last was a Capitolite. I smiled at her, but she kept a serious face, cautiously glancing at Gale. I gave him a glare, because it's obvious I would be changing. "Get out," I snapped harshly. He shrugged, ablidging.

I very soon realized that the district women came in here just to oogle at the pretty clothes. They were supposed to be making me over. But instead they only leant a hand when the woman - Nicolli - asked them to fill the bath. When I was bathed and standing in front of the mirror, clean and polished, Nicolli started holding dresses up to my body.

I must admit, even at Beauty Base Zero - which didnt take long for Nicolli to get to - I was pretty. It may be the Capitol vanity in me, but I am pretty. My long, curly brown hair had natural blonde highlights, making it sparkle. And my eyes looked sort ethnic, with their long eyelashes and almond shape. They were the most striking feature I had, since they were a cute blue color. And I have to say, even with the lack of food, my body was just as great as it was before all this happened. I was only five foot, two inches. Many people easily overtook me in height. But I only weight around 100 pounds. Which was fine with me. My bust was slightly small, but I saw the push-up bra Nicolli had laying on the bed. No blemishes, but I was sure that would change with the oncoming games.

I was pretty. So I was watching myself in the mirror when my Stylist pulled away the dress and scrambled for another one - this time in a bright blue.

I was okay being naked in the presence of other women. I was used to being dressed up by stylists, females. That's why, when the doors burst open, I scrambled. I didnt even look to the people at the door, I grabbed my robe and held it up to cover myself. Nicolli was quick to rush to my aid.

I knew I had a blush when i glanced over at the people who invaded my privacy.

There stood my Mentor, eyes wide - embarressed he'd burst in - with two soldiers. Both were blushing almost as much as me.

"What?" came Nicolli's raspy voice. She was old, yeah, probably a retired Hunger Games stylist. But she didnt look her age, it was only her voice that gave it away.

Gale stumbled on his words for a moment, and I felt a smirk coming onto my own face. When he saw my accomplished look, he straightened. "Plutarch requires that Miss Snow where something black tonight." He then handed Nicolli a sort of dress, hidden by a white wrap over it.

"Then I'll pick something pink," came my defiant voice. There was a growl coming from Gale and I backed slightly. That's when the other two of my prep crew came out of the bathroom, froze at teh sight of Gale, and then scampered away. I rolled my eyes. "Fine, I'll where black, but I pick my prep team."

Gale was shocked, again. "Alfie and Joannha are perfectly suited-"

"Their not suited for anything but scraps and left overs. Let me pick, or I come in pink," My icy blue eyes met Gale Hawthorne's grey ones and for a moment i thought he would hit me or something. But he glanced down the hall before letting out a guteral groan.

"Who?"

I had to think for a moment before I straightened. "Marek Jonseen and Zione Snow."

I looked him straight in the eye when I said my brothers name. At first glance, I thought his face softened, then it got hard again and he called for the two District helpers. They left, albeit, quite dejectedly. "I'll see what I can do."

He slammed the door shut behind him and it was only me and Nicolli left. Being strong had been hard and I collapsed onto my bed. Nicolli consoled me for a moment before I blurted out how I missed my grandpa.

Wrong thing to say, seeing how he usually kicked out those stylists over fourty. She was probably fifty, if not older. Her strokes grew less kind and she eventually turned away. "Put these on, Mickie."

She gave me matching underwear, including the bra I'd seen earlier. I was quick to change and then put on the slinky black dress. I looked at it in disgust before grabbing my pink clutch and throwing on black heels. I was sexy, yeah, but looked too old for my age. When Nicolli started putting on my makeup, i stopped her, instructing her to just put on dramatic eyeliner and leave the rest natural. she did as I told her and when Gale arrived fifteen minutes later, he knocked. I answered, throwing open the door. The two men behind my mentor gawked for a moment before they turned and lead us to the door.

"Why did I have to wear black," I asked as soon as the door shut behind us.

"We're District 12," came his short reply. I thought on this for a moment before asking who was my male counterpart. "Slaier Bronston."

My glare was only reinforced my my eye makeup. We didnt say anything until we were at the doors. "Why are we having a party?"

"Peeta and Beetee told us there has always been secret parties before the games," he replied stoicly, opening the door for me. I never recalled any secret parties, for the tributes or for anyone. Parties in the capitol, especially the mansion, were never secret. I have no clue why former Victors told the rebels about this. But I wasnt complaining.

I entered quickly and noticed everyone else was just standing in a circle. Gale grabbed my elbow and set me next to Slaier. He, too, was wearing black. He did look kind of cute in his tux, but I looked away.

On my other side was Snake, wearing a gold outfit, with Water, wearing an equally gold outfit, next to him. I figured they were 'District One.' 'District Two' was made up of Ashton and Brenanna, who were wearing silver. Walter and Rhanona were both wearing gray, maybe for Distric 3's tech-y side? Satose and Licorice were wearing pretty blue ensambles. Xander and Fara were in matching yellow clothing. Next came 'District 6'. Plaite and Rose were wearing white, probably for the medicines that are produced in 6. Kaulke and Clayre - who was still crying - were wearing brown. Herc and Princilla were in rainbow colors, no clue why. Textile probably is hard for people to have a color for. Porter and Ana were in muted pink. Satin and Shia were both wearing white and black, for the many cows slaughtered in District 10. Minke and Eevaline were on the other side of Slaier and their outfit was a pretty berry red color. At least our stylists didnt try to make fools of us on our last night.

When Ana saw me, she gave me a slight wave before putting her head down again.

We tributes just stood there for a while, staring at each other, until Water started bawling - even worse than Clayre. Feeling horrible, I left my place in the circle and was at Water's side in seconds, kneeling in front of her, bringing her into a tight hug. No one moved.

Until I whispered into Water's ear, "It'll be alright, Water. Lets give these District idiots something to talk about."

I stepped away from poor, sobbing Water and stalked over to the large DJ area, situated between Herc and Clayre. I ripped the microphone from the District man holding it and thrust it into Herc's face. He'd sung for the school occasionally, and for audiences of thousands along with his grandmother, but had stopped when she died. I gave him the warmest face I could muster, and spoke sweetly. "Come on, Herc. This will probably the last any one of us gets to hear music. Your last concert. Give us a good one."

Herc held the microphone for a moment before looking up at me with his big brown eyes. I saw the tears welling in them, but he took the stage and started one of his songs, one by Aphrodite. I smiled at him before returning to Water. I grabbed her hand and pulled her out into the center of the circle. Everyone was still staring at me as Herc belted out his number. After a minute, I heard someone else step out onto the floor, but kept my eyes locked on Water, who was slowly recovering. After Herc changed songs to a faster, more upbeat one, someone tapped my shoulder. I turned to Shia - who had a huge grin on his face. I relinquished Water and turned away, deciding on my next partner.

Ana glanced both directions before taking a step out, grabbing my hands and we started dancing. Herc changed songs again, now grinning as he sung. Water stopped crying, left Shia, and pulled Rhanona into the circle. Eventually, most the kids who lived in the Capitol their entire lives were out dancing, except Fara - who had stalked away and was sitting at a table with a few kids from the district. Eventually, Porter, Minke, and the trio of girls joined us. Everyone was grinning - although we all knew they were fake smiles, just to show the Districts that we will always see the bright side of things.

At the end of the night, i was pooped. Ana was leaning on me for support and begging for a sleepover. I didnt even ask Gale before saying yes. So when he and Lindell - Ana's mentor - came over to seperate us, I announced our sleepover. Eevaline and Rose heard and quickly scampered over - without Clayre, since most the 12 year olds had gone off to bed an hour or so ago. I grinned at them and said they could come too, without consulting their mentor's. Gale gave me an exasperated look and was about to say something when I called out to Licorice and Brenanna.

"Hey, wanna sleep over?" I said, grinning wickedly. They both glanced at each other before strutting over, saying yes. Soon I had Princilla and Satin along for the ride too. I had asked Fara, but she declined quickly and her mentor escorted her away.

Soon there was a crowd of eight girls, standing expectantly by the door. In front of us was a group of eight mentors, trying to decide what to do. Shia snuck up behind me, Kaulke and Plaite at his side.

"What are you doing, Mickie?" He asked, frowning. I smirked up at him.

"Giving them trouble."

"That's not a good idea..." he warned. Plaite nodded and said his goodbyes when Erastus called him over. Kaulke stayed by us.

"Well, I think it's a good idea," the boy said, giving me a wink. I grinned fully at them. These two boys had never been in my class at school, but because of their frequent visits to the mansion, we grew to each other. They were good friends. "I'd do it too if Marshburn didnt hate me so much. He's a creeper, you know."

Me and Ana turned to face Kaulke as he gossiped about his mentor. The other girls were chatting with each other or the few boys were were still here. By now herc had relinquished his rights to the mic and had gone off to talk to Annie Cresta, probably commenting on her pregnancy - herc always did have a thing for feminine things.

"Yeah, when I was changing he insisted on being there to make sure i didnt get away. Like when the stylist - who, thank God, was from here - made me take a bath, he had to sit on the toilet watching me. Then when Stinlly - my stylist guy - made me stand there naked in front of the mirror, Marshburn stood there, just staring," Ana and i laughed along with Shia as Kaulke shivered.

"But you know you like it," Shia joked, grabbing his friend's ass. Kaulke just shrugged, leaning into the brunette, forcing me and Ana into giggles again. I glanced back at the mentors, they were still arguing over the sleepover issue.

"Okay, enough about your sexuality, boys," Ana said, rolling her eyes. "What about Mickie's hottie of a mentor."

I blushed at Ana refering to Gale as a 'hottie.' "He hates me. Loathes. I only got him by default because no one else wanted me. Like you said, Shia, just like dodgeball."

Shia shrugged. "I was picked last too, by Fulvia Cardew."

Ana ignored my statement. "But he's so cuuuute, Mickie. And if you dont jump onto the Hawthorne bandwagan I think Kaulke and I will try to steal him!" I laughed at Kaulke's face. Ana didnt get the he and Shia were just joking. Sometimes she can be so clueless. I tried telling her that he was joking, but she frowned. "I totally doubt that," she eyed Kaulke and he glared.

"I totally kiss girls! Man lips taste funny..." we all quieted and I elbowed Shia.

"Is he talking about your man lips, Shia? You too were getting pretty cozy before." Me and Ana laughed again, but Kaulke turned to me, swooping me down into a quick kiss. I felt a blush rise on my cheeks.

Okay. i do like boys. A lot. I like the taste of them, their looks. I totally go for men, not females. And I've kissed multiple times. Many students I used to hang out with, even Shia on one dare. And it wasnt as if I minded Kaulke smooching, he was actually pretty good at it. But I've only ever kissed in private, or at least semi-private. Now everyone was looking at me as this boy macked on my lips. When he let me go, he was grinning beyond belief and I was blushing so red I probably resembled Missikins' old hairdo.

Chapter Two

And I cried all night. Then all the next day. I had seen food, but had only taken a few tentive bites. They gave me wine, but it tasted like blood to me.

The salty tears only stopped when the door to my room was flung open. There stood Gale Hawthorne, in his battle gear, with four other soldiers. He looked at me expectantly before I turned tail and ran to my closet. At least my clothes were still there. They would give me shealter, if only for a minute.

I heard them dash after me and I had only just wormed into the back of the very large room when they started to randomly toss my darling clothes willynilly into my room, unable to fit into the tightly packed space. Knowing I had very few minutes left, I grabbed a Capitol dress - one from a year or two go, it fit snugly, but it was fine - that was flowery and to my knees, and stripped. I didnt want to go anywhere looking like a hag. I didnt want to die looking like one either.

I was dressed and sitting, back facing them, when they finally got to me. Two soldiers grabbed my elbows and heaved me to my feet and pulled me out of the closet. When Hawthorne saw me I watched a disgusted look come to his face at my clothing. I threw him just as a disdainful look.

"Hypocrite," I snapped and Gale rolled his eyes.

"Go to Hell," he replied.

I ignored him, going on. "You District Rebel idiots are so against the Capitol, you dont know how much alike we really are."

That made hime pause. I gave him a final glare ripping my hands free from the soldiers and walking calmly out my door. The young man approached me, a sneer on his face, "How, then, are we so alike, Miss Snow."

I turned, eying him from head to toe. "I doubt you people leave outfits like that just lying around. Tailored. And Katniss Everdeen. Every program you people threw out there, I watched, and hardly ever was she in average clothes. You people say you want freedom, well, look where that's got us!"

Glaring at each other, we were standing in the middle of the hall. A soldier pipped up behind Gale and the man roughly grabbed my arm, guilding me down the hall. To the indoor auditorium, where they always did the Hunger Games' Interviews. I knew this path by heart.

When we finally arrived, I was thrown into a pen-like structure behind stage. I gasped indignantly and started standing, what I met was totally unreal.

There stood all the children who frequented the mansion halls these passed few months. Their parents, or relatives were high up in the beat of things, so they relocated to the safest place every, the mansion.

They were all looking at me, almost glaring.

There stood Licorice Klide - daughter of Dr. Vex Klide, my grandfather's personal doctor. The last few months have been hard on Grandpa, but Klide was so unknown throughout Panem that no one thought he'd ever be suspected. They were wrong. I gave her a sorry glance before lowering my head. She was 18, turned just a month before the Rebellion. She had major hair extensions put in, tattooed her legs, and permenatly painted her lips red. I thought she looked gaunt, but she was on television that last week for one of the best make-overs. I dont know what she looked like before then.

Standing next to her, was another boy, about six feet tall, with shaggy blue hair - obviously 18 or older. He was wearing rags given to him by the Rebels, after they probably confiscated his clothing. Walter maybe. I know his father as the Head Peacekeeper in District 10 - the man relocated after 10 fell.

In Walter's shadow stood two girls, trying to act happy and cheery, but they obviously werent. I knew them as Water Dellingshire and Rhanona Shire, granddaughters of General Dellingshire and the Head Peacekeeper from 9, respectivly. Like Walter's father, the Shire family left 9 for the capitol soon after they lost control. Since they were so close in age, I told Water to look after Rhanona. They grew very close. But neither posed much of a threat, so they were left with their mothers in apartments next to the mansion. They were wearing matching bright orange dresses. I smiled at the sight and made my way over, only to trip over someone's outstretched legs.

Beneath me sat Fara Riggsby, donning the grey District 13 outfit. I heard her entire family had been kidnapped after her grandmother, General Atala Riggsby, blew up District 12. It showed too; her once luster brown hair was muddy and she had a bruised cheek. I would have stayed to console her, but her look told me she did not want me by her, so I continued on to the two little blrunettes sitting together.

When I sat down, none of us said a word and we just huddled. That's when I took in everyone else.

Across from me stood Brenanna Mannson - her uncle was a Military Strategist. She was combing out her long black hair. She was seventeen, so still hadnt been allowed to do anything dramatic, instead settling for growing it out until it passed her butt. Behind her stood Plaite Valentine, Missikins' own nephew. I looked away quickly from him. He took after her in so many ways. He was 18, but due to the shortage, had never altered himself.

Plaite had been talking to Kaulke Jacksbie and Shia Turmip - both of them native Capitolites like Plaite and I. Kaulke was the grandson of the Great Rae - the Strategist who figured out how to launch those mutts. Shia was the grandson of the Secretary of Communications. He had been on one of the teams trying to surpass Distric 13's program holds on us so many times. I didnt know what when were saying, but soon Shia groaned, ran a hand through his mini-mohalk, and turned away. I removed my gaze when he turned, so he wouldnt know I had been watching him.

There were more kids here, including some more of my fellow Capitolites. Herc Waltmix, the 14 year old singing genius related to THE Aphrodite Waltmix. He was her grandson, but she was pruning him to be the next big thing in the Capitol. Then the war hit, and she started 'rallying' the troops, songs to them, etc. I liked her music, but leaving Herc was stupid. He lost his will to sing after his grandma was killed. I felt bad for him, but turned to the last Capitol child: Ashton Cheez, the 12 year old grandson of General Cheez - the lead guy behind everything military related done in the Capitol. Ashton is a meek little boy, but smart enough. I actually looked up to him. He was in the corner thinking.

Unlike Eevaline Aanon, Clayre Hasbrowth, and Rose Minkston. Their dads and grandfather were the Head Peacekeepers of 11, 1, and 3 respectivly. They grew together after all three of them moved into the mansion when their Districts fell and their families fled. They were young, Eevaline was only 14, Clayre was 12, and Rose was 13. Too young to deal with rebellion, so they were all crying. I get that, they'd been pampered their entire lives. Now they were thrown into tiny rooms, with only District 13 clothing. Their brown hair (excluding Clayre, she had black) was a mop on their head and they looked tired. To keep from catching their own tears - I had two young girls at my side, willing me to be strong - I had to look towards Porter something and Minke Saint Ellismith.

They both lived in District 2 before this happened. Porter's dad was the Head Peacekeeper of 2 and Minke's uncle was the Head HEAD Peacekeeper, stationed in 2 because it's the capitol's military base. Minke's father was in the mountain when everything collapsed, the avalanche. Porter's dad made it out and took Minke's family to the capitol with him. By then school was done with, so I only know them through chatter in the halls and the streets of the Capitol.

As I was observing others I hadnt noticed three more boys be thrown into the mix - Snake Jennings, who was a hard, mean boy with a buzz cut. His granddad was a nasty Head Peacekeeper back in 7 and he and his parents got out just before the Rebel's killed Saffron Jennings. He came to the capitol and was quick to get the newly arrived Xander Fletcher (13) and Satose Dexter (12) to follow him around. Xander was a sweet boy on his own, but in the presence of his uncle - the Head of District 6 - or Snake, he was horrible. Beside the little blonde boy was the brown skinned Satose. He came two weeks after Snake and hardly got t know him before he was pulled into the 17 year old's cruelty.

Just when I turned my head away from the three others, I locked eyes with Princilla Thread. She was quick to avert her eyes. She wasnt as mean as Snake, but she was cold and independent. I only ever saw her hanging out with either Satin Gunner - who's father ran the Peacekeepers back in 8 - or Slaier Bronston, who was from District 5. They were all 16, like me, but unlike my friends. They only spoke of war and when they'd get to fight in it. They most definatly werent capitolites.

I sighed, counting 23 people including me, and started to stretch. I'd been here for half an hour already. I dont know how long others had been here. Water and Rhanona had left me to wallow when they realized I didnt wanna talk, and had gone over to mess with Ashton - their favorite past time. I had just stood when there was a squeal where the gate opened. I turned quickly and grinned.

"MICKIE SNOW!! YOU RASCAL!" I grinned and let my best friend leap into a hug. She was toting her favorite purse, complete with her favorite outfit. I touched her dirty blonde hair and grinned. Anastasia Templesmith was the neice of Claudius, the announcer. And she was just as outgoing as he.

"Ana!" I squealed back, ignoring the stares of the people on stage and of my fellow penned up children. I pulled her into an unoccupied space and she began dishing on where she'd been for the passed five months, when the fighting got really bad.

"Omg, Mickie, it was awful, my dad thought we'd be picked out - since Claudius is my uncle an' all, so he had us relocate to District 11!" I showed a shocked face. 11 was like 12, but worse. Everyone knew it. "He made us dress up and arrive like refugees from District 10. It was easy to blend in, with my acting abilities," she threw me a grin and I laughed. "So we lived there, and then when we heard about the Capitol invasion, my dad was like 'Omg, Claudius' so we had to come back to get uncle. But we couldnt get back out so Mom had us hide out in the old house. Just a few hours ago this rebel guy - cute btw," she winked. "came and got us. I was brought here."

"Where is here?" came a sardonic laugh. We both glanced up at Snake, who was standing a yard away. He surpassed us easily in height, a whole 6 foot 8 inches tall. I had to look up at him.

That's when there was an applause coming from the stage and a bunch of soldiers led us out.

i was blinded by lights for a minute until realize we were surrounded by people. There was a section of the remaining Capitolites off to the side, half-heartedly cheering, but the rest were straight off the street rebels. Their mismatched clothes showed that. I gapped at it for a moment before some soldiers began seperating us by gender, and then by age.

Off to the side stood a bunch of people, some grinning, some looking sorry for us. Then I noticed a jar of paper. Then the grinning Plutarch Heavensbee. I choked on air and doubled over. Ana bent over me, asking me what was wrong. The studio had gone quiet. Everyone was looking at me. I whispered.

Ana didnt hear me, trying to get me straight up. This time a rebel dressed in capitol clothing approached me, holding a microphone to my lips.

"It's the 76th Hunger Games, Ana. We're all gonna die," it sounded much more morbid in my head. But it was enough for the crowd to burst into cheering and clapping. And it was more than enough to get the little girls to start crying. Water and Rhanona hugged each other, tears leaking. Ashton bowed his head. Herc started wailing, which combined with Clayre, Eevaline, and Rose's own shouts. I watched as Anastasia fell to the floor silently weeping. I caught my breath and stood up, fully. Around me, a little under half the children who were penned up with me were crying.

I felt my own tears, but refused to back down to the cheers of the District residents who wanted their revenge.

I glanced to the side of the stage to see a bunch of people arguing, with Commander Paylor frowning. Eventually she waved her hand and a few people looked very mad. The rest looked overjoyed. Haymitch Abernathy was the first one to step out next to Plutarch.

But Plutarch was the one who spoke. "Ladies and Gentlemen, these games are going to be a little different!"

Cheers, wails, silence.

"Because these children have no district, they should get no mentors," cheers. "However," booes,"Due to some more excitement, many people have volunteered. But because they dont have district numbers, we've decided to randomly let the mentors choose numbers. Then we will go in numerical order. They will pick their tribute."

Cheers, wails. Beside me, Shia shook his head, giving me this torn look. We've known each other for years. I dont want to fight him. "Guess it's dodgeball, right Mickie?" He shrugged. "I was always picked last."

I gave a small chuckle, it was dark, and Ana looked up at me. That's when I saw her and realized she would be dead. I dropped to my knees and held her, petting her silky smooth hair. I cooed to her, whispering that it would be okay. The audience quieted and then there was a chorus of 'aww's and I turned to glare at them.

They were totally as bad as we were.

The mentors each took a slip of paper when Plutarch called them up. I only recognized a handful, Peeta Mellark, Beetee, Enobaria, Effie Trinket, Annie Cresta, and Gale Hawthorne, all from the games. Then there was Fulvia Cardew - from the TV - Lindell Emerson, Kyra Jazek, and Aden Youngblood - from the kitchen. They had been our workers. But they turned and gave the Rebels our information. They were traitors.

The District 2 rebellion leader was first to pick. I could tell by his hard muscles and grinning face he wanted to win. So there goes Snake Jennings. Obvious.

Beetee had a soft face and picked little Ashton. Peeta followed this mercy and picked Water.

Again there was another bad man, large, mean faced. He picked Walter - I found out his name was - Eadenwell.

There was a ragged looking old woman who came next. I slightly remembered her, but she kindly picked Satose - probably thinking he was some meek little boy.

Effie Trinket, obviously still Capitol in all senses, wanted to win and so she picked the first girl who seemed capable enough, Brenanna.

The next two, Kyra and Annie Cresta, were kind. I knew Kyra was nice, but had shunned her repeatedly when I found out she gave the rebels informacion. Kyra picked Xander and Annie picked Rhanona.

Then came a string of people who either wanted revenge or the glory of winning.

Erastus Arroyo, a man I knew to be come kind of commander, picked Plaite. Ike Yarbrough, the leader from District 5, picked Licorice. He was grinning. Maybe he thought being old meant being smart. Haha. Kadeem Marshburn - District 8's leader - chose Kaulke. And Enobaria picked Fara.

Then came one mercy killing by a former prisoner; she picked Herc.

Sullican Seea, a rebel commander from District 3, picked Porter.

Aden, being kind, like I knew him, picked Clayre.

Birtie, the leader from 7, picked Princilla.

Lindell, knowing Anastasia, picked my best friend. I helped the little blonde stand and passed her onto my once chef turned enemy. Lindell gave me a smile, but I turned my head and glared at the audience. Shia moved so we were standing right next to each other. His hand on the small of my back. I felt comforted.

Three more were selfish. Blake, another man who was imprisoned, picked Satin. Fulvia picked Shia - He gave me a sad look before taking steps towards our doom.Alf Scur-something , a leader from 9, picked Minke.

There were only three of us left at this point, Me, Eevaline, and Slaier. Slaier was fumming by now. He had been passed over numerous times for weeping children. Eevaline was too far gone by now to care. And then me.

The President's granddaughter. Obviously not going to make it very far because everyone will take their pain out on her. Besides, she's been pampered. She's to dumb to do anything in any type of arena. She'll die and I wont get glory.

That's what the last three were probably thinking. Zale Voss and Dovie Ausec - both from 11 - and Hawthorne. I didnt know what order they were choosing in. Zale picked Eevaline and she was sent to the back by the others. Slaier was glaring at me, fists balled at his side. Dovie gave me a one over, glaring, teeth slightly bared. Then she picked Slaier.

i was left alone on stage. There was some yelling backstage until a distraught Gale was thrown out next to Haymitch and Plutarch. The crowd cheered when Gale trudged over, grabbed my arm - claiming me as his tribute. We were about to walk off stage when Plutarch grabbed our shoulders.

"That has it for today's Programming. Tune in tomorrow for the chariot rides!"