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I was very busy this week, and I have a lot of exams this month, so is difficult to me, to upload daily.

Plus, I'm Spanish, so it takes me more time to write in English.

Hope you enjoy the coming chapters ^^

So, in the last three hours, six persons have been epilating my legs, washing my hair and painting my nails. When one of them detangles my hair, I gritted my teeth as if I were to break my teeth.

"You have a lot of tangles! A haircut would come in handy to you." Of course I'm not going to cut my hair…

When they stopped to handle me and left out (God, I felt harassed!), a man walked into the room. I'm taken aback by how normal he looks. Most of the stylists they interview on television are so dyed, stenciled, and surgically altered they're grotesque. He's in a simple black shirt and pants. The only concession to self-alteration seems to be a black sequin vest.

"Hello, Quinn. I'm Will, you stylist," he has curly hair and brown eyes.

"Hello," it isn't like if I know a lot of stylist or something, but this man is nothing alike what I expected a stylist to look. I just hope he knows how to do his work…

"You're new, are not you? I do not think I've seen you before, "I say.

"Yes, this is my first year in the Games," says Will.

"So you asked for District Two," I say. It's strange to see a new stylist working for District 2. We're one of the favorite Districts.

"Actually… I asked for District Twelve. They gave me District Two," this isn't what I expected, at all. "Why do not you put on your robe and we'll have a chat."

"Hum… okay."

At the moment, we're on a room full of lamps. He has explained me what he expects me to do. He also told me about Holly, Sam's stylist. It looks like they want us to have a "bad reputation". I really want to know what the hell is going on this man's head. I'm not really interested about how my dress for the opening ceremonies is going to be. It sure will be the same as every year: war attire based in the Roman era.

"I thought I had to be sociable to gain sponsors," I say.

"With a "bad reputation" I meant to be a badass," I don't really know what is this man thinking.

"Plus…" he adds "this sure will be the best dress District 2 ever had," I'll be naked, for sure. "You'll be proud. I'm here to help you make an impression," I'll be naked. I look at him, raising an eyebrow, and then, he adds: "Are you afraid of knives?"

A few hours later I'm dressing armor in which, almost every part of it is seemingly made of silver metal. The upper part of this armor only consists of a small breastplate that is composed of feather-shaped plates pointing upwards with a large metal flower on the front. Its waist is circled by large, decorated plates reminiscent of feathers that lie on a long skirt. I'm also wearing a neck guard made of feather-like plates and a tiara with prominent metal wings. I have to say that this maybe is the most beautiful dress for my District I ever saw. But it's still the same idea as always. "Just wait. You're going to look great."

"W-Wait… What are you going to do?" I still think they want me to be naked. My face is relatively clear of makeup, just a bit of highlighting here and there. My hair has been brushed out and then Will added some extensions.

"You are going to be an iron mockingjay. That's all I can say."

I get to the chariot and wait for Sam. He shows up with a different costume, but with some similarities. I'm not surprised; Will told me that our clothes were going to be different. He wears the same tiara as me, but in a more masculine. He is bare-chested, and his pants, like my skirt, are decorated with plates reminiscent of feathers. Our chariot is decorated with metallic motifs, too. "Hey," says Holly. She's a beautiful blonde woman. "The opening ceremonies are about to start, are you ready?" I don't really know what to answer, but I nod. "Okay," she continues, "they are going to take you to the Remake Center. It's like a giant stable and the tributes from other Districts are going to be there. Don't forget to smile."

When we are there, I examine two pairs of tributes. One of them is from District 1. It's comprised of a boy with brown wavy hair, brushed back. He has small brown eyes… and he seems to have strong arms. In the other hand, the girl has got brown straight hair, and two shiny brown big eyes. She's beautiful. They both are dressed with luxurious costumes: he wears an elegant suit and she wears a lovely dress. They seem to be good friends.

To our right are the other couple and they look completely different. They are from District 4. The boy is tall and brawny: he has short black hair and slanted dark eyes. The girl is tall, too, and has a slender figure; but she's got wavy blonde hair and blue eyes. He is bare-chested (like Sam) and his pants and his layer mimic the texture of a net. He is wearing a necklace with a spiral shell. The girl is wearing a short and thin blue dress with a tail (similar to the boy's layer) that begins in the middle of the dress, and ends on the floor. She wears a pair of blue boots and her hair is gathered, with some shells on it.

Suddenly, the opening music begins. The tributes from District 1 ride out in their chariot, pulled by white horses. We get into position to follow them. The brunette girl turns and smiles at me. I smile back.

In no time at all, I see myself watched by those Capitol citizens. They're screaming and I realize why. In the back of my dress, two iron wings have opened. Swords begin to emerge from my armor. They are placed stacked in a fan and they fly over the air, until they dig into the roof leaving a wake on their way. From Sam's pants, knives emerge, too, and they do the same thing as my swords. The crowd goes crazy. Between all this people, I see Will and Holly. They are screaming to us.

"What are they saying?" I ask to Sam.

"I think they want us to hold hands, Quinnie," he says, giving me his hand. For a moment, I refuse him. But then, I realize that maybe he's right, and this is one good way to gain sponsor.

I know another one. So, while we're holding hands, without a second thought, I kiss him in the cheek.