Marvel's POV:
As we walked through the halls of the Justice Building, Queenie was rambling off things about staying on schedule, how wonderful the capitol is, and how likely we are to win the games. I've only been to the Capitol once and apparently I wasn't supposed to go either.
I was 5 years old and it was my dad's year to be the mentor for the tributes of the 63rd Hunger Games. My dad was 18 when he won his games and was 21 when he married my mother. I was nervous to go to the Capitol because my dad said that people in the Capitol dress a little on the crazy side and from the fragments of the crowd and citizens that I have been able to see people with 5 inch long eyelashes and dyed skin. When I watch the escorts on TV from the other Districts, I see that most people look like fashionable lunatics but somehow they always manage to make the tributes look so gorgeous.
Boy or girl they look very pretty, most girls from one go for that sexy style or look. That year I went to the games, the girl had long dark brown hair, unlike the majority of the District. She was killed by the boy from District 4. The boy was killed by the girl from District 2. I asked my dad what their names were and he replied saying, "Son, it doesn't matter because they dishonored our District". I replied saying if I was ever reaped I would try to win. I have asked him many times if he has nightmares and he says yes.
When I get to my room, my sister, Lyna, is crying and congratulates me.
