"Aouch!" I gasp when my stylists remove the hair from my eyebrowns.

"Only three hairs left!" says one of the stylists calming, and I try not to shout out loud.

After that, I think they're done with me, but first they're going to cut my hair.

It feels like a relief when they cut the hair to shoulder length, because I'm quite tired of it and it's fun to get a new haircut, something I would not have afforded at home. Sure, I can cut the hair carelessly in the peaks (My sister and I usually take turns to cut each other's hair), but that's nothing against the flashy hairstyle I get now.

After cutting my hair, the three stylists wash it, blow it dry, and lastly they give me a white coil next to my bangs. It looks pretty cool.

When they're done with me, I walk into the small, modern room where I'm going to meet my real stylist, and I can't help wondering what I look like. My skin hurts and my eyes too.

"Hey there," I say to my stylist, who is a young man - or is it even a human being? You can hardly see. His whole skin is covered out of black tattoos. They're winding up of the arms, right up to his shaven head. Other side of the head has flaming hair in blue and purple colors. From dark purple in the roots to light turquoise-blue at the tips. He has simple, black clothes with studs here and there, and a piercing in the eyebrow and on the tongue. Sure, he looks different, but also cool. I decide to at least give him a chance.

"Hello." His voice is serious, a little hoarse. Neither happy or unhappy. He starts his job immediately, without introducing himself or even saying anything more at all. I don't mind, I like that he takes his job seriously. But I wanna get to know him, so I ask what his name is. Sure you must be aloud to ask that?
"Jason" he answers. "But you are welcome to call me Jay, everyone I know does that."

I'm thinking of his name, while he dresses me and the other stylists comes in to do my makeup. When it - after what feels like an eternity - is done, Jay hold up a clear mirror in front of me. The result is unrecognizable! In the background you can see some weak traits that looks like me - like the pointy little chin or the small hollow in the forehead. But everything else is changed. The eyelashes are plumper and longer than ever, and the eyes are dramatically painted with dark shadows and eyeliner. The lips are blood red and the eyebrows completely transformed. And my hair… It's super straight, black and it has a small, white coil that completes the look.

It all gives a dark, cool look which I guess fits my personality, but I wonder how the stylists could know so quickly what personality I had? Or they just guessed?

"What do you think?" Asks Jay pleased.
"Strangely enough, I like it, it's actually really cool," I say with eyes fixed at myself in the mirror. The stylists smiles in the background and I glimpse a faint smile on Jay's lips.

The music roars in my ears when we go out on our carriage. Seth twins together his fingers with mine and we raise up our arms in a victory gesture, even if we haven't won anything yet.
"Was it your sister you hugged on the reaping-day?" I ask Seth, looking at him.
"Yes, her name is Lea. She's four years old "answers Seth. Also he has some dark shadows in his face, but defienetly not as much makeup as I've got.
"How about you then, I saw that you were standing next to someone?" He continues.
"My sister," I answer. He sees that I get something seriously behind the playful in my eyes, so he nods shortly and then the ride is done. It bothers me that he seems to know what I think all the time, I'm not used to that. Usually people find it very difficult to understand me, but Seth seems to be able to read me inside and out.

I wonder who he is, really? What is it that he's not telling me..?