"Which district would you like?" A stranger with seemingly natural features asked me.

"Twelve. You?" I answered with a smile, trying to make polite conversation.

"Any district except 1, 2, and 4." She said.

I was in a crowded, hot room, overflowing with people. And not just any sort of people, capitol people. Capitol people with one dream, to become a Hunger Games stylist. Odds were that half of the hopefuls wouldn't even get to see the interviewers. And if they were lucky enough to see them, most would be turned down. Already some 500 people had been interviewed, and only one had been placed as a stylist. Most people became stylists just for the fame and the fortune. But not me, I was here for one reason and one reason only.

The door opened only seconds later, and a blue skinned, green eyed man came out sobbing. Another reject.

I was next.

I calmly got up from my chair, sketchbook in hand, and started to walk towards the door, but I felt a head on my elbow.

"Good luck. And by the way, I'm Portia." The same girl I had been talking to earlier said.

"Thanks. Good luck to you too, I'm Cinna. I'll tell you how it goes." I replied with a warm smile.

She released her hold on my elbow, and I slowly walked towards the door.

***

One word could sum up the way the interviewers looked. They looked bored. I could understand how they were feeling; I would feel the same way if I was in there position. But it still made me feel angry, when they didn't even acknowledge me when I came in. My eyes briefly showed my anger, but within a few seconds I had arranged my features into a warm mask.

Upon placing my sketchbook on the table, one interviewer looked at me with new interest.

"So you're the one." He said.

The other interviewers all looked at him like he was out of his mind. They probably thought the day had made him go mental. But, I knew what he meant. I was the one. A district had chosen me. District 13. They had found out what the tributes-to-be were and had somehow found out about me. I was perfect for them. I had agreed.

It was now time to do my part.