A/N: Thanks to all my viewers and reviewers! I know that my last chapter was just one big blob(which was pointed out to me by a certain reviewer) and I'm trying to work that out... I don't really know how to write like they do in books, so I am going to try, for you guys! I really hope this doesn't crash and burn. Also, i mad a mistake earlier... The story is actually titled "I Can Still Do This" so go read it! It's great! Oh, I'm in need of someone to help me learn how to write like they do in books and stuff. Also, I'm in the middle of state testing -.- so I won't be able to update as quick as I thought :( I'm sorry. And, I will try to write in book format(trying, first time here).One last thing? Do you want Cato POV, too or just Katniss? Ok, review!:) thanks!

Katniss POV

I look at Cato as we are being forced apart by peacekeepers, who - by the looks of it - are not happy. He gives me one last reassuring smile before we are pulled into separate rooms.

The room is completely white, sterile, and smells like the Capitol. I hate it. I see a lady who looks like a nurse with bright pink hair.

"Hi sweetheart," the nurse says looking at me. I feel a twinge of pain in my heart as I remember Haymitch. I hope he isn't mad at me. "Would you like a glass of juice?" The nurse continued.

"No thank you, I'm fine," I say trying not to sound impatient.

"Ok then sweetie," she smiles to sweetly and I feel a sharp jab in my arm. Before I have time to respond, I suddenly fall unconscious.

I wake up to a beeping and look around dizzily. I see white, everywhere. It's very sterile and clean; I'm starting to get used to that. I try to move but when I try to get up, I am restricted. I look down at my body and see that I am strapped in to the bed and I have test tubes hooked into me everywhere. My skin is flawless, and - I hate it.

I look at my arm and start to tear up. The scar from the first time I shot a bow and ended up backfiring on myself was gone. A normal girl would be happy, but as you know- I'm not a normal girl. That scar was the only physical thing I had left to remember my dad by. Well, except my jacket at home...

Then the realization hit me like a ton of bricks. HOME! I can go home! I can go back to Gale, Prim, the woods! I can go to the hob, and by Prim all the dresses she wants now. And then, for the second time in five minutes, I tear up again. Wow, I must really have something messed up with me if I am this emotional. I never am. But then I go back to my thoughts; I miss home. I miss District Twelve. Hell, I even miss that god damn cat Buttercup. I am thinking and realize I can already smell the cheese buns from twelve districts and a Capitol away. The cheese buns... Then I get hit again. The bakery is where the Mellarks live. Peeta is a Mellark. Peeta... I won the games, but not with Peeta... I won them with... Cato.

Oh no, what will everyone back home think? I start to panic as an Avox interrupts my thoughts.

She carries a tray of food and sets it on my lap. She presses a button and my bed rises and starts to leave. As she is leaving, a thought hits me.

"Is Cato ok?" I ask, not knowing why I did.

She just turns around smiling and nods. I smile and nod back and then she turns around and leaves.

I begin to eat and about halfway through my meal of apple sauce and a simple soup I am already full. Man, I think, being in the arena must make your stomach shrink or something.

I push my tray back and slowly lean back against the bed and close my eyes. Just when I am about to find peace, a voice shocks me out of my peaceful haven.

"Good job, sweetheart!" says a very familiar voice.

My eyes shoot open and I'm grinning ear to ear. "HAYMITCH!" I say feeling better already.

"Hey sweetheart," he says, " how are you feeling?"

"Great, my stomach seems to have shrunk though."

He laughs. "Don't worry, that's typical, but seriously - we need to talk," he says gravely.

"About what?" I reply timidly, scared about Haymitch's seriousness. It's almost like he is sober!

He sighs and takes a deep breath , "Snow isn't very happy with you, the stunt you two pulled really got him riled up. He thinks you and Cato did this on purpose. To start a rebellion or something," he says taking a dramatic pause, " I don't know why he would. I think he's just an old paranoid ass who can't handle his own business, but there are rumors if rebellion in District Eleven," he continues more sober than before, " So, Brutus -Cato's mentor- and I have tried to come up with a plan, but after all that making-out you and Bread Boy did in that cave, we figured out real quick it wasn't going to sell. We have no idea how to help you now, but we will be there the whole entire time. And you need to come up with your plan fast, or else. Snow does not take these things lightly. Trust me, I know... And, one last word of advice. Try to play the whole ' We were tired of killing ' thing. I mean, love obviously isn't going to work now, " he coughs ," but friendship might." he finishes his speech with that and nods, standing up. "Oh, and good luck sweetheart." he says and walks out of the room.

Great, just great. Now the Capitol thinks I'm going to start a rebellion and if Cato and I can't pull this off, our families will be killed. Yes, I know how that works. Gale's rants in the woods paid off a little. Gale. My heart twinges as I remember my best friend.'No! No, Katniss!' I say to myself. I can't think like that with Prim in danger.

I get up and stretch as I steady myself with the bed. Luckily Haymitch made the wires go away and undid my straps as he gave me his speech.

I walk out of the room and am immediately swooped up by three figures I can't recognize and I almost punch one in the face. I guess some part of my mind is still in the arena.

I take a closer look at my captors and see three capitolites all chattering on and on about my hair, nails and skin... Wait! I know these three! It's inevitably my prep team.

"Oh, Katniss! You are so lucky! They took away every single one of your scars! You should fell great with your flawless skin! I've been trying to get a treatment for years!" Octavia says babbling on. All though, I don't see one scar on her body anyway.

"But, look at your hair! Cinna would be ashamed if he saw you like this! Come on guys, we have a lot of work to do!" Flavius states as they pull me back into another room.

I let them babble on about the games while I just zone out and try to ignore the pain of the waxing. 'Beauty base zero, here I come!' think sarcastically. Well, they always say "Beauty Hurts!", right?

After a while I just get used to the rambling and it's not that bad. I mean, even though they think the Hunger Games is amazing and not just a tool of the Capitol to terrorize the districts, they aren't that bad. I mean, they don't know any better. I actually kind of like them. You know, in a pet guinea pig-to-owner kind of way.

Finally they get done and Cinna walks in. I'm so relieved to see a person who actually isn't crazy again.

"Well, well, well, there's my girl on fire!" Cinna says, grinning as I embrace him in a giant hug.

"Cinna!" I almost scream with excitement as he pulls a black bag out from behind him.

"Now, close your eyes," he says as I close them and he slips of my robe. I feel something light and airy slip over me as he spins me towards a mirror. "Now open your eyes," he tells me, breathless.

I open my eyes and gasp looking in the mirror. This is not the girl on fire. This is Katniss Everdeen, the girl who has been through so much you don't even know. It's like a burnt out feeling, but in a beautiful way. I'm in a yellow, much girlier dress with a skirt that flows to my knees. It looks like a candle; I still glow with radiance, but a radiance that is soft and gentle. The games change you, and I am the perfect example.

"Thank you Cinna! Thank you so much," I say, breathless!

"Anything for my girl on fire," he states, " besides, we need a new look for a new person," he says satisfied.

That's it, a new person. I have molted out of my old self. This is the new Katniss Everdeen.

"Katniss, it's time to go," Haymith says. He is very well dressed and he looks somewhat groomed.

"O-ok," I say a little nervous. I will finally get to meet Cato again.

After one reassuring glance from Cinna, Haymitch walks me to my place on a pedestal.

"I have to go now, remember what we talked about. Friends who hated the killing. Now," he gives me an awkward, un-Haymitch-like hug , " good luck sweetheart," he says smiling and walks off onto his pedestal.

Haymitch and Brutus go up after the stylists, who received thundering applause. Now it's time to introduce the victors. Caesar says Cato and I's names and we start up. I can't see Cato, but I can already hear the applause. This is going to be a long interview, I think as I am blinded by the lights.

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