Katniss looks at me and assesses the situation.

"Tris, you look like a nut." she says flatly.

I just came out of the dressing room at my favorite store, "The Hub". I am wearing a long, pink dress that is two sizes larger than my own and a baggy , green overcoat with a jean bow. I also think I'm wearing man boots. To tell you the truth, the dress looked way better on the mannequin.

"Just let me help you Tris, and I promise that if you don't like what I put on you, you'll never have to wear it again." she says, suppressing a giggle.

Katniss Everdeen (nicknamed Kat) has my friend ever since grade school. I still remember that wry smile she would give me just before she beat someone who was teasing me up. Her black hair always falls perfectly and her olive skin wields attractive features that scream for attention. Katniss is very independent. She always sticks up for me and helps me in any ways possible, with anything. I've always thought of Katniss as the sister I never had.