A/N: I still need tributes guys! Look at my tribute list and send me a few! ANY FOR DISTRICT TWELVE WILL BE MOVED!

Chapter Two: Goodbye, The Train, And The Prep Team

Mae's PoV

I'm visited by my father and brother first, I hold Mason in my arms and rock him like I did when mom died. He's quiet and doesn't say anything when I tell everything that he should do, until I stop and just tell him that I love him.

"I love you too Mae, don't die," he whispers, I kiss his cheek and look up at my father.

"You won't shut down and you won't leave Mason on his own. You'll take care of him like you took care of me before mom died," I order him, he nods and pulls the two of us into a hug.

"Use your snares and archery to your advantage, Mae," he whispers, before he kisses my forehead and the Peacekeepers pull him and Mason out of the room.

My grandmother Hazelle, my Uncles Rory and Vick, and Aunt Posy along with all of my cousins come to wish me well and all tell me to try my best.

It seems very unexpected, yet understanding for the Mellarks to visit me. Ryan hugs me and I kiss his cheek, I tell him to make sure to check the snare route everyday after school with Mason and to reset them.

Peeta gives me some cookies and I take one, while I tell Ryan to give the rest to my brother and father. Then Ryan and Peeta are gone and Katniss sits down beside me.

"Your mother gave me this," said Katniss, pulling a very familiar pin out of her pocket, it the famous Mockingjay pin. "It was your great aunts, the one you were named after."

Maysilee.

"Thank you Katniss," I whispered, taking the pin and putting it on my dress.

"You deserve it, just please though, don't kill yourself trying to save Rose, your Gale's only daughter, and Madge wouldn't have wanted you to die like that," she says, I nod and then just like everyone else, she leaves.

I stand at the window long after the last glimpse of District Twelve has gone by, I know I should turn away, I should see who Rose's and my fellow tributes are, but I just can't get the thought of my brother and father out of my head, I can still see them standing at the train station, just staring at us.

"Mae," I jumped at the sound of my name, I turn and look at my best friend, Rose has her hand on my shoulder and begins to pull me away from the window.

"Come on, we need to go before Gavin gets on us," she says, I sigh and nod before following after her.

I drop into a seat beside Rose as dinner is served, and once I start eating, its hard not to stop, or to just start eating with my hands like our fellow tributes.

Peeta and our escort Gavin try to start up a conversation, but all attempts fail until Katniss asks why me and Rose were late to the reapings.

Our fellow tributes burst out laughing, and one of them falls out of his chair.

"Out in the woods of course," says one of them.

"Then at the Hob," says the other.

"Then raced to the square just in time for the reapings," says the first.

I throw my knife at Isaac Fields, he hides behind his chair, while I climb onto the table, three other knives in my hand.

Out of the corner of my eye I see Rose go after Thom Strove, I throw a knife at his sleeve and he has a bit of trouble pulling it out while Rose holds a knife over his throat.

"Enough!"

All of us turn to see Haymitch, red face -I'm not sure if its from anger or because of his drinking. He pulls the knife out of the table -which is holding down Thom's sleeve- and the other out of Isaac's seat.

"The four of you don't want to face each other, do you? The arena can make or break you, either you work as a team or you'll all die on your own!" yells Haymitch. Me and Rose nod and climb off the table, our dinner is finish in silence.

"Shall we watch the other reapings?" asks Gavin, all of us are quiet and follow after him, down to another compartment.

Watching the reapings with my fellow victors and mentors is different than watching them at home. At home we make fun of the weird names of the other tributes and bet on whose going to win, but not the way the Capitol does, just with chores and homework.

In District One there's a girl that looks stunned that she's called, but she has such a career look to her, that I don't even think twice about her.

I feel like I'm watching myself when a girl is ripped away from a boy in Four. Conner Odair has to get off the stage and pull the girl away from the boy, but then she starts to yell that she volunteers and follows the boy on stage. A girl that can't be older than twelve runs off the stage at the sight of her.

In Seven a pair of twins are called, both of them are so surprised that they cling to one another until Johanna Mason pulls them on stage.

In Ten the second boy tribute seems even more shocked than the first, he cries out a girls name and she runs to him, hugging him tightly before he walks up to the stage, regrettably.

In Eleven a small boy is called and there's a huge up roar in the crowd, until someone volunteers for him. The same thing happens again for a little girl, but when no one volunteers for her she burst into tears.

Then comes Twelve, its horrible watching myself. The look of desperation on my face as I tried to keep Rose standing beside me. Then hands grab me, pulling me away from her once again. Then Thom's name is called, and Isaac, he lets me go and walks up to the stage. I volunteer then, before they can even get the name out for the last tribute.

Thirteen seems to have a similar problem, they have to pull and push their four tributes to the stage, each of them are clinging to their family members.

"Why do they have to bring twelve and thirteen year olds into this?" Rose asks, "they shouldn't have to be killed like this."

"No one deserves this Rose," I say, "the Capitol only wants entertainment, were their pawns."

"Pieces on a chessboard? This has to be a big chessboard if theirs fifty-two of us Mae," says Isaac, I roll my eyes.

"I'm going to bed," I say, leaving the room, the thought of killing fifty-one other people haunting me.

When I wake up, I realize that I'm still wearing my mother's clothes, I change into a pair of pants and a t-shirt, then fold up my clothes and take them with me to the dining cart.

Haymitch is the only other one up and it makes me wonder if he even slept at all last night. I don't even bother to ask, I just pile some fruit on my plate and drink a weird yet delicious brown drink. I stare out the window, but the scenery moves by so fast that I start to get a headache.

"Mae, what are you doing up?" asks Katniss, as she and Peeta walk into the room, I don't say anything, just push my mother's dress over to her.

"Take it back to my father please?"

She nods and leaves the compartment, but upon her return though, she brings back my fellow tributes.

"What are the plans for today?" Thom asks, piling his plate high with different assortments of food.

"Were going to arrive at the Capitol today, all of you are going to be prepped and meet your stylists for the Games. Do everything they say," order Katniss, all of us nodded.

"Were not going to be naked or anything are we?" asks Isaac, I roll my eyes.

"Hopefully," I say, Isaac sighs.

I glare at Isaac and get more of the sweet brown drink, I can't help but raise my eyebrows when I notice Peeta and Katniss a dipping bread into it. The two of them seem to be lost in their own little world so they don't notice me.

All of us are still sitting in the dining cart when it suddenly goes dark, I know that were in some type of tunnel. I can't stop myself from jumping up and looking out the window once it starts to get light again. People are waving at us and pointing at the window, I smile and wave back for a little while, until I realize that these people want me dead for their entertainment.

I then just stare out, all four of us do, I start to look more at the streets and buildings. The streets are made out of weird colorful stones, the buildings are weird colors too, but there not multicolor like the streets.

"Does that person have whiskers?" asks Thom, I start to look back at the people after that comment.

Everyone seems to have something modified on them, weather it their hair, their skin color, some people have weird tattoos, others have whiskers or scales, its too unnatural, too fake.

I hate my prep team.

My prep team takes too much about themselves, their friends, fashion, so many things that bore me. They also get offended easily when I tell them to shut up. They rip out my hair -leg, arm, eyebrows-, scrub my skin raw, brush my hair with too much force.

I soon regret snapping at them.

"Ow!" I yell as Savi pulls the brush through my hair.

"Opps," she says, I sigh.

My prep team is made up of Savi -a woman with long white hair and vine-like tattoos running up her arms and over her face-, Divan -a man with green hair that stands up in spikes and fading light green skin-, and another woman named Phebe -bright orange curls and like Divan fading green skin.

When my team is finally done ripping my hair out and attacking my face with makeup, I walk into another room. I instantly feel better at the sight of Rose, I sit down beside her on a very comfortable couch, wrapping my thin silky robe tighter around me.

"I hate my prep team, they didn't have to rip out all my hair or put all this gunk on my face," I tell her, Rose rolls her eyes, but I can tell that she agrees with me.

The door opens and a woman with natural looking brown hair and pale skin walks in, the only thing that seems a little unnatural is her makeup, she looks older than she should. She introduces herself as Svelte, which I can only guess is our stylist.