Thanks to my first reviewer! I have to admit my first 2 chapters are really slim but I hope I'll get better.!

The trip to Capitol was much more boring than what I expected. To sum it up I will only tell you the important stuff. Marco Fiori proved to be not only a terrible ally but also an important obstacle I had to overcome. He was shaking all the time and he followed me everywhere. The kid was a complete shaking punch bag and a total pain on the ass. He kept talking about how terrible our deaths would be. On a few hours he managed to enlist all the probable endings that waited for us. I wasn't sure he was kidding when he said most likely I would get killed and then eaten by cannibals or catch a rare flu and die asphyxiated with my own saliva. Now you get, why he bothered me so much? I hope so.

Hamlich felt really disappointed when he discovered that unlike my mother, I had no special abilities or so ever. He tried to be nice, and then turned into threatening, bored, angry, comprehensive…none of it worked. I was probably the least special girl on the whole freaking District. Seriously, my luck sucks.

Although, there was something I could do. I don't know how to describe it; is rather a defensive ability.

I discovered accidentally. My mother always tried to teach me how to use the bow and arrow, but I never really got it. I always felt like I disappointed her. She gave up and resigned to the fact that I was probably not good at anything. One afternoon, when she was out of the house to see Peeta (which happened more often than it should), Zala and I argued. It was some stupid argument about some boy but at one point it turned kind of dangerous. I always doubted about my friend's mental stability, and with good reasons. She had this wooden knife my mother used to train me and she started throwing attacks at me. I blocked or avoided every single hit. It was almost like a dance. She threw a hit and I moved a few inches to avoid it. We kept going for almost an hour before we settle down and apologize with each other.

I never told anyone. Zala helped me practice sometimes and we managed to learn from each other. She trained me to be fast. Really fast. She was the school champion at athletics. Something inside me made me keep it on secret to Hamlich and Peeta. Maybe being fast or a really good blocker didn't sound as impressive as they expected.

Peeta was the worst, by the way. He appeared to have an internal debate and too many crossed feelings to be helpful. Sometimes he showed himself open and receptive, full of advice and support and other he just ignored me. Fine, he loved my mother. I knew it; my father knew it and everyone else did. GET OVER IT.

To wrap it up I'll just state that everyone coaching me had to go on and on about the famous Katniss and how much did they loved her and regret her death. They all seemed a bit bipolar and edgy and I surprised myself wondering how would I be if I came back home. It was a big relief when the journey finally concluded.

Cinna liked me and I liked him. We were both silent and a little reserved. He made no questions about my strategy on the games, which was at that moment inexistent. I had to admit he was good at his job. The black long dress that he had chosen, sparkle with every movement I made. He curled up my hair and let it loose over my back. I look breathtaking and I really liked it. I had never considered myself a sexy person, but that was exactly how I looked. I had an idea so brilliant, crazy and suicidal it would probably be my only shot. "Tell them to fuck themselves" Zala's words echoed on my mind.

The parade was the worst part of all. Marco kept shaking and I was afraid he was going to fall out of the cart. I didn't wave enthusiastically as the girl from district 6 or the boy from distric 2. I limited to blow a few kisses and blinked my eye once or twice. The training turned out to be a useless and pathetic show of my inability to learn ANYTHING. Seriously, I had problems learning how to walk on heels, how the hell I'm I supposed to learn how to knock someone down?

The career tributes were huge! They were faster, taller and stronger than any of us. When he saw the, Marco had an emotional breakdown and he started crying and screaming. Besides from the career tributes, there were all normal kids. One captured my attention. A blond, tall boy from district 9 with his hair shaved and big muscles seemed to be relaxed and joyful all the time. Strong but no to clever. Bingo!

Next were the interviews.

I got to tell you something about these Games. All Panem is in a bit of a crisis. Without enough food for the entire population, the Capitol needs to prove they're still in charge. People are angry and tired. A few rebellions in the further districts had risen. People want change. I'll give them that.

The interviews this year had a new host: Mr. Valka. Apparently they had chosen the most annoying and anthipathic person that they found. His family had lot of influences and he used them to get the job. He had the brilliant ideas of hosting the interviews by paring tributes from different districts to spice things a bit. Me and the boy from District 9 end up together. Ok, maybe my luck didn't suck that much!

"Welcome, Joah and Megan! There's been a lot of gossip about you two out there. First you Joah, I heard you volunteer, huh? Lucky boy!" Valka was almost screaming every sentence he articulated. "But some other kid volunteered to take your spot, and what did you did then? Knocked him out, ladies and gentleman!"

"Seriously you did? What the hell is wrong with you?" I asked in complete shock. The boy seemed surprised but he regained his composure immediately.

"I'm going to win this thing, doll." he declared proudly as he smiled victoriously. He's kind of cute when he smiles.

"Don't call me doll."

"Fine, princess."

"Ok, kids, break it up!" Valka seemed annoyed by the fact that we messed up the planned script. "Megan, your mom was the famous Katniss Ever…."

"Oh, God! You too? Yeah, yeah my mom was Katniss the Great." I rolled my eyes and played with my hair. "I get it, she was an excellent fighter, but to be sincere, she was kind of a mediocre mother." it hurts me to be that mean. My mom was a damn good mother, but if I have any chance to win this, I have to play my role fully. If people keep relating me with my mother, the other tributes will think I'm a threat and my head will be in danger. Spoiled, mean and cruel, aren't all the popular girls like that?

"Ohh, poor you! Growing always behind the shadow of a victor isn't an easy task…" Valka tried to change the attack, but instead he gave me a hint.

"How would you know?" I asked.

"Excuse me?" he was shocked, thick drops of sweat ran all over his forehead. Joah gave me an encouraging nod, he was having the time of his life.

"How would you know what is like to grow behind the shadow of a victor?" I smiled at myself. Zala would probably pat my head and gave me a reward if she was there. "I've never understood the point of these interviews, you know?" I directed to Joah and he caught the strategy on the act. I was just hoping he was willing to play his part.

"I know. Is like asking a cow about its favorite color, its hopes and desires and then send it to the slaughter house." he explained while he chuckle a bit. It was his way of saying, I'm in.

"Hopes and desires? It's a cow Jo. However, you're right. We're cows."

"Why all girls think they're cows? You're a really pretty cow, actually"

"Awwr...I feel touched. So you're really big and you knock out people, anything else?" I ask with a big smile, leaning forward to face him more directly. His eyes are deep and attractive. Valka tried hopelessly to regain the attention and mumbled a few words.

"Nop. You got a pair of killing legs and a big mouth, is that all?"

"Yes. And I'm the daughter of Katniss the Great. "I reminded him playfully. "Oh, yeah, the lovers! Are you trying that on me?" he pretended to be surprised and honored.

"Why every boy does think a girl is flirting with him when all she wants is to talk?" the female crowd responds with modest applause. It was the first time I realized the crowd was there. I had really lost myself on the clear sweat eyes of Joah. Damn it! He was messing up my game.

"Well, just to be clear, I am flirting with you." his voice suffered a minor but noticeable change, maybe he meant it.

"You're terrible then. You called me cow."

"Come on! A very pretty cow." he defended himself returning to his usual playful tone.

"Time is up!" Valka screamed in relieve. He invited the next two tributes to take our places. Off stage, Joah smiled and blinked an eye at me before taking off. I was smiling like an idiot until I notice somebody was staring at me. Peeta. He seemed to know all about my strategy. That had to be good, right?

Yeah! I just earned myself an ally…I guess.