Hi, I'm back! I'm trying to get the pre-Games stuff done as quickly as possible, so I have been and will be updating a lot! I checked my stats for this story and in less than twenty-four hours, randomly, TWENTY-ONE PEOPLE had clicked on and read my story! I know that seems like nothing for you big Fanfictioners, but this is my first story and that number is very exciting. However, out of that twenty-one, only seven people decided to read the second chapter- and seven isn't too bad, but I'd like to know if I'm doing something wrong. If you have a suggestion, leave it as a review below! Oh, and by the way, I rewrote this completely as I thought I'd lost this copy, lost the rewrite and then realized I still had this one. It's been a long two hours getting it all sorted. :)

Remember, you've got to stick around to see the end. Anyways, thank you for clicking on the story and enjoy!

Henry Madderson, D1 (18)

"OW!" I cry, as the waxing strip is ripped off my leg.
My stylist, Ivana Zorrel, is prepping me and Brianna, my district partner, for the chariot rides. District One produces nice things for the Capitol, so we are going as- wait for it- diamonds. However, I have not been blessed with the gift of beauty, so Ivana will have her "work cut out for her," as she said when I got into the prep room. When they are done tearing out my hair by the follicles, they wheel me into a room and show me my suit. It is no doubt ridiculously expensive. The blazer is beige and is dripping with the clear, beautiful jewels we are to become. The bottom half of the ensemble is much the same. The shirt is plain white and pristine, like fresh snow on a flat roof. I surprise myself with the truthful words that come out of my mouth: "I love it."

With a squeal of delight, Ivana scurries out of the room to fetch Brianna as I change. Even on me, the suit is wonderful to look at. And I can't even imagine how good the beautiful Brianna would look in her dress. Oh, hang on, I don't have to- Ivana has brought her into the room.

Her one-strapped, one-sleeved, floor-length dress is the same colour as my outfit, with the gemstones flowing out from the bottom of the sleeve on her right arm. It hugs her slim figure, showing off her slender body. Her blonde hair is loose around her shoulders, with a crown of jewels on the top. "Wow," I say, "you look beautiful."
"Thanks."

We board the chariot, made to look like you guessed it- a diamond. We of course ride out first, and the white horses pull us along. Brianna smiles and waves. Not to be outdone, I blow kisses to the crowd. They go insane, cheering and stamping and throwing roses. And then it is over for us. I watch the other districts with interest. District Two are dressed as stone statues. They look surprisingly good, though the redheaded girl seems a little angry. District Three are clothed in white-silver cyborg-type costumes, tight and silver, with intricate black "circuit board" lines. They both appear confident, as do District Four, who are dressed like beautiful blue and green merpeople, with gills and everything. District Five, however, are stuck with electricity pylon outfits. They look awful, and they clearly know it. District Six aren't much better, with baggy "train track" costumes. Seven are in the classic lumberjack ensemble, and Eight look like a fairly nice mosaic. Nine have a better deal with tight gold catsuits for grain. Ten have possibly the worst chariot ride outfits I've ever seen- a cow and goat costume. Really? Really? District Eleven look as beautiful as Ten did awful, with the girl in a white dress and the boy in a green suit- for agriculture. Lastly, Twelve are in the age-old miner's costumes. We looked amazing, no doubt about it.

That was awesome.

Ricky Mason, D3 (14)

That was horrible. Desmond Linnik, our stylist, happily babbles away as my district partner Kierra Sanders and I roll our eyes. I quite like Kierra- she's down-to-earth, funny and smart. I can't get too friendly though. I'm pretty average at everything except my signature weapon, shurikens, but an ally is a bad idea even if they could help me fight as it's unlikely I'll find any shurikens in the arena. Allies take up rations. Allies can stab you in the back. No allies unless absolutely necessary. Even if I do find shurikens, I'll have to use them sparingly. A vicious killer isn't so popular as an underdog. That's a pretty safe game plan, I think.

When we get out of the lift, Kierra stops and asks me the worst question possible for the situation.

"Soooo... wanna be allies?".

Dang it.