Hey guys, its a long chapter again. Yesterday, I updated my other story, so now this one again! Its about preparations for the chariot rides. I hope you like it!

When I wake up, I look at the clock and sees its only half past five. I haven't slept really good this night. I woke up a few times, but then I fall asleep again. Now, I really can't catch anymore sleep, so decide its time for me to wake up. I just wear the oversized T-shirt I used as pajama.

In the fridge I found some milk, so I boil it in a little pan. When its warm I put around half of it in a cup and walk to the living room. I swing my feet on the couch too and nip my milk. Unfortunately, it doesn't calm me, like I hoped it would. I only get more and more awake every minute. After I finish my milk, I just lie on the couch and think.

I think of Olivia, at home. If I die, I hope its not such a brutal death. Just a quick one. I also make a mental note to myself I need to talk to Simon today. I haven't got a chance to talk to him yesterday.

I make a list of what I need to say to him. 1- don't run to the cornucopia. There's always a bloodbath there, and I don't want him to participate in that. 2- try to find shelter, with a water source close. I saw a lot of tributes die from dehydration. And shelter, of course for the other tributes. And 3- be nice to everyone. Then you get sponsors. When I finish my little list I think of home, life before the war, until I hear a noise.

Footsteps in the kitchen. I hear some cups cling to each other and then footsteps again. I hide next to the couch and see its Katniss.

I jump up, relieved it was her and not a thief or something. She's shocked my my presence and half of her cup milk spoils over her pajama. 'Damn you, Cady! You scared me!' she says.

I don't know why but that makes me laugh really hard. She tries to shush me, telling me I wake up everyone. Eventually I stop laughing. She tries to look mad at me, but smiles anyway.

'Couldn't you sleep either?' She asks. I nod. Instead of changing her wet clothes, she sits next to me. I ask her: 'Why do you like me so much? I'm just a normal tribute, but I have the feeling you spend more time with me than with the other two.' I only met her yesterday, and she already feels like a mom, no a sister, to me. She gives me a feeling of... well... safety.

Which is ridiculous, because I'm about to enter a arena to fight. 'Because you remind me of someone.' her face already tells me I don't have to ask any further. I stand up. 'I'm gonna change my clothes.' Katniss laughs. 'Me too. I'm all wet!' I laugh and then go to my own room.

All the clothes that were there before the war are still there, in a big walk-in closet. I walk around for a while and then I see it. A little yellow dress. Its from a light, wavy material that moves with the wind. I put it on and it fits perfectly. I turn around in front of the mirror and it looks beautiful. In the closet, under the place where the dress hung I find little yellow ballerina's. I put them on to and look in the mirror again.

It looks great, but it misses something. I walk into the closet again, to the hair section. Its full of clips, wigs and other hair material. I try on some different clips. Not wigs, I hate wigs. They always itch when I put them on. Unfortunately, I can't find something that will match my outfit. I go to my room to find something. Maybe I can make something myself. I want to be a stylist, after all.
I look around for a few minutes and then I notice a few primroses on the window shelf. I pick one and put it in my hair. In the mirror I see this was the final touch. I decide I don't even need make-up anymore. I look at the clock and see its half past six. Still early, I sight.

When I walk in the kitchen Katniss is already there. She didn't put that much energy in her outfit. Just a simple shirt and pants. When she sees me, she looks surprised. 'Well, don't you look beautiful! Where did you learn to pick clothes like that?' 'At home, my mom's a stylist. i wanted to be a stylist too, but now there aren't tributes left to help.'

She thinks. 'Maybe there are. In the war, most of the stylist were killed. They need some more stylists I think.' My eyes light up. 'Really? That would be a dream come true!' She smiles. 'If you go make yourself some breakfast, I will asks someone.' and she walks to the elevator and disappears.

I look for something to make breakfast from. I found some eggs, bread and bacon. I make four eggs in total. I put them on a plate and see its seven O'clock now, so I decide to wake up the other tributes. I first wake up Florence. I recognize her to her fire-red hair. She is really pretty when she lies there. 'Come on, Florence, wake up, I made breakfast.' she wakes up and opens her eyes. 'what the hell are you doing here, Cady?' She asks mad. I laugh when I see her mad/sleepy face.

'Just waking you up, sleepyhead. I said: 'made breakfast.' and you should come down before it gets cold.' She smiles at my answer. 'I'm not really mad at you. You look beautiful. I'll be there in a minute.' I nod and leave. Florence is really nice, same age. I think I might ask her to ally. But I first want to see her skills.
I actually don't want to wake Pippa, because she's like seventeen and pretty big. I just knock her door and yell: 'Pippa, you need to wake up!' and wait for her response. I hear something in her room, so I just go away.

It takes Florence ten minutes to wake up. She combed her hair and wears jeans and a red top that matched her hair. She takes an egg with bread and starts to eat. When were finished she asks: 'Are these for Katniss and Pippa, or both for Pippa?'

Then we laugh both really hard. She's so nice, in the games, I probably can't manage to kill her, so I put out my hand and ask: 'allies?' She looks at me for a second and then grabs my hand. 'Deal.' we still hold hands when the elevator opens and Katniss steps out, followed by a long man with blonde hair.

Katniss starts talking. 'Is there an ally forming here? Thats great. Anyway, Cady, this is Kyle. He's in charge by the stylists. There were already five stylists, so they were glad with you. Kyle is now going to explain you something about the rules or something. Florence, why don't you follow me?' Florence leaves, just like Katniss and I stay in the room with Kyle.

He has a very soft voice when he starts talking. 'Did you pick your own outfit?' I nod. 'Wonderful. Well, since there are no more districts to represent, all tributes get their own look. Its task for us stylists, to make everyone's personality in their clothes. You have to ask their opinions. Every stylist gets three tributes. We start early. You start now actually. Any tributes you want to style?'

I think. 'May I please style Florence?' He thinks and answers: 'I think we can fix that. Come with me now.' and we go to a special room where already sit four adults. 'We are now gonna pick tributes. Cady here wants Florence.' and he hands me a paper with Florence picture, name and some other things about Florence on it.

Then he reads out the next name. Simon. I don't want to style my little brother. That way, I am responsible for his outfit. I want to get him a lot of sponsors, so I want to leave that task to someone with experience. Two people old up their hands. Kyle hands the paper to one of them.

When my paper comes up, everyone puts up their hands. It makes me laugh. My stylist is a skinny woman from round the twenty think. She looks really nice. I got someone named Sarah and a guy named Rye. I know Florence is up, so I start with her.

She gets called and a minute later she's here. I get a room full of clothes. When were in she asks: 'Can you please tell me whats going on?' 'I'm your stylist! Isn't that amazing?' 'Well, if you can make me an outfit like yours, it is amazing.' she says with a smile. I say: 'This year, each tribute wears something that represent their personality, so tell me something about you.' I get to know she doesn't have any brothers or sisters. Her parents are away a lot, so in all her free time, she sings and plays all kinda music. She says she is skilled in every instruments. And her favorite color is white.

I take a white dress with music notes on it. I also take a big white flower and stick it in her hair. She looks great. Her dress looked almost luminous. Then I now what to do. I remake the fabric a bit. After a quarter work I'm done.

Now the dress IS luminous. When she puts it on, she looks amazing. I turn the light off. 'Save it for the public.' I say to her. She smiles. I'm done now, so I tell her to go back to our floor and I call up the next tribute.

The boy, Rye, isn't as optimistic as Florence. He looks already defeated. When I look at him, I'm almost sure he is going to die at the bloodbath. 'So, tell me a bit about your personality. Since you have no district to represent, we're going to give you your own look.'

He looks up, and then down again. He tells me he has a brother. I really have to ask about his hobbies, because I don't think he would like to tell me. Eventually he says he loves to draw. I can work with that.

I give him a white pants and shirt, and special pencils. I tell him to draw as much as possible. Then I go to my last tribute names Sarah. She sits on the chair perfectly calm.I think if she would be from a district, she would definitely be a career. She isn't scared at all. And she's quite pretty, long brown hair, tall and skinny.

I already know an angle for her. Deadly. It isn't hard to make clothes like that. A long black dress, with long sleeves. The stitched pattern of the dress, the veil it makes her look like death itself. When she looks in the mirror, a strange smile appears on her face. 'Perfect. Could you leave now?' I hurry out of the room, to Rye.

He made his clothes look wonderful, with sketches of animals and people. All things actually. It really represents his personality. I'm now finished with the tributes, and I'm kinda hungry, so I go back to floor four.

Katniss and Florence are talking, I guess Pippa is with her stylist right now. They made breads with cheese, and I take two while I listen to their conversation. When I'm finished, Katniss tells me I should go to my stylist. She follows, cause she needs to go to a stylist, too.

My stylist is named Christina, and apparently she already planned my whole outfit. My angle is sweet and caring. I wear a soft red tunic, jeans and a pair of ballerina shoes. It looks like me, something I would pick, but I change the shirt color to yellow, my favorite. I leave the primrose in my hair. I still think its the finishing touch.

When I'm back at floor four, I still have half an hour for myself. I decide to visit Simon. When I'm on floor one, I immediately spot him. He looks like a real gentleman in a blue suit. I blurt out everything I wanted to say to him, and more.

'How are you Simon? In the arena, don't go to the cornucopia, find water and shelter. Be nice to everyone her. They might sponsor you. Have you allied yet? Who's gonna stand on the chariot with you?' He smiles. 'I'm fine, Cady, I'm smart enough to think I shouldn't go to the cornucopia, and I know I need to find shelter. I know everyone around here can be a sponsor. And yes, I've allied. Strange huh? His name is Saamuel, he's sixteen. He's gonna stand on the chariot with me.'

I'm happy to see him in this good state, and I'm really proud and happy he found an ally already. A sixteen-year-old! 'Simon, I'm so proud of you' I can say, then Peeta rushes to me and tells me to go to my own floor. I scream 'Bye, Simon!' before the elevator closes.

At my floor, I search Florence. She's in her room. 'Hey Cady, we're gonna stand in the chariots together, right?' 'Of course, Florence. Speaking about chariots, I think we should get going.' She nods and follows me.

We go down, to the stables. Most of the other tributes are already there, only a few missing. Florence and I pick a chariot with brown horses. When were trying to stand in our chariot, we almost fall so we keep holding hands. A few chariots behind us I see Simon, with someone that must be Saamuel.

Florence squeezes my hand and I wonder why, as I see the big doors open.

Like it? Do you think it goes too fast? Or too slow? Another question, would you like Katniss/Cady POV's or Florence's one too? Or simon's? I'll hear.

Bye!

-Lieke