A/N: Early chapter for you, because I'm really busy tomorrow! :( Thank you for the reviews, and please continue to support? :D

When we enter the train, our mentors ask us to sit down. I'm still gazing dreamily at Cato.

"Well," Brutus starts, "good job volunteering, you two."

"Since I've always been training Clove and Brutus, Cato, we'll just stick with that." Enobaria continues, "Any problems?"

We keep silence, and they take that as consent.

"Okay then." Brutus speaks. "You get the rest of the day off. We'll start tactics training tomorrow, 7am sharp."

I groan. 7am? That's even earlier than the Reaping today!

"Oh, and Clove?" Enobaria stares at me accusingly. "I need to speak to you. My room. Now."

Cato and Brutus head off to their own rooms, and I shuffle behind Enobaria. Is this about my attitude or something? Damn.

"Girl! You're in love with that Cato boy, aren't you?"

I stutter, but no words come out.

"I can tell, and I'm never wrong. Snap out of it!"

"But.." I start, but Enobaria takes no excuses.

"He's you y, Clove. You're going have to act like allies at first, but when it comes down to the 2 of you, you have to get over it and kill him." She takes a brief look at me, and goes on. "He's strong. He's going to make it to the top 3, at least. If you're in love with that boy, you're even more likely to lose to him."

Silence.

"So are you going to get over him or not?"

"Yes, Enobaria." I say sulkingly.

"Good. If I catch you staring at him one more time, I'm not sending you any sponsor gifts."

No sponsor gifts? That's the greatest advantage of being a Career- everybody sponsors you! No, I have to get my gifts. "No, no, okay, I won't stare at him anymore." I hope.

"You better mean what you say. Now, go and rest. You need it."

I nod, and head off to my room.

My room, is unbelievably magnificent. It's even bigger than my room at home! That's a pretty huge statement to make, since I'm from one of the richest families in the richest district. If a tribute train room is this great, how amazing would houses in the Capitol be like? I can't wait to win these Games and live there!

I explore the drawers, which are filled with clothes made of the finest possible material. I'm going to change clothes as often as possible so I can wear all of them! My shower has so many buttons, I don't even know which I'm going to choose.

I decide to take a long shower. I think I spend a few hours in there, testing every single button. They range from rose scented water, to machine hands which scrub your body for you. I can't decide which function is my favourite, I love them all!

When I'm finally ready to exit the lovely shower, I step out of the showering area and almost die of shock when a towel is draped around me. Then, I realise that the shower is operated to do this. Ahh, the life of a Capitol citizen.

I dig in the drawers and pull out an emerald green set of silk pajamas. I pull them on. They are so soft! I climb into bed and drift off to sleep on the feather soft matress…

"Clove! Clove Gare!" The sound of an angry Enobaria rouses me. "What time is it now?"

"I don't know… Let me sleep!"

"It's 8, Clove! We were supposed to meet at 7, have you forgotten?"

"Yes..uh no."

"Ugh, lazy pig you are. We're pulling in the Capitol in about 10 minutes, go get dressed."

I groan, and go into the shower.

After 8 minutes, I'm dressed in this super pretty dress I found in one of the drawers.

I rush out to the window just as the train pulls into the Capitol. Ugh! Turns out Sparkle isn't the only one with so much disguisting surgery. Must be some fashion trend. Oh well, as a victor, everyone will listen to me, so I can just start my own trend. People are waving at me, so I wave back. I don't like them, but anything for sponsors, right?

We are then led to the remake centre, while blowing kisses to our adoring fans. I don't understand why they are adoring us. We haven't even done anything yet! Or maybe they just love my natural beauty. I do a dramatic hair flip, and receive lots of oohs and aahs.

While I am still waving at the crowd, my prep team comes and kidnaps me to the prep room. They squeak excitedly to each other. Apparently, last year they prepped District 11, and they are thrilled to move to a better district.

"Look at her skin! So well taken care of!" Some purple man squeaks. I can't be bothered to learn their names, or tell them apart. They are equally disguisting.

I am scrubbed, painted, rubbed and rolled over, until I am finally "pretty enough" to see Kylo. I know Kylo, he's been the District 2 stylist since like, forever. He never fails to make the tributes the most stunning, getting us lots of sponsors. I can't wait!

I'm led to Kylo's room, and asked to take off my bathrobe. I walk in naked. He observes me creepily for a while. "Sit, Clove."