Hey. I'm really really really sorry I haven't been updating. I've been really busy lately. I'm going to try to get moving on this though! So here's a nice longish chapter

Patricia's POV:

I'm from District 4, fishing. I guess we're better off than most districts, but it's not all luxurious there. My father's a fisher, who sells his catches in the local market, and my mother cleans and cooks the fish. I have a twin, Piper, who everyone adores. She's perfect and nice and everything I wish I could be. Piper's my world, and she depends on me. I love her so much its unimaginable. My district partner is Giles (I HAD to use him for District 4!), an arrogant kid who has wavy brown hair and sea green eyes. We don't talk much, seeing we have nothing in common. He's the quiet solemn one, and I'm the loud mouth fierce one. We both have good qualities for the games.

I stumble out of the luxurious bed groggily, that's all pleasant and nice. I groan, not wanting to leave the wonders of the luxury, no matter how much sleep I got. I find our mentor, Luna, and Giles, discussing some strategies. I won't be surprised if he's asked to be a career, he's quite arrogant and skilled.

"Sleepyhead finally decided to show up," Giles remarked, with that smirk I want to slap of his little smug face. I give him my famous death glare, with a harder look than usual. Good, that should tell him not to mess with me. He looks at me in a taunting scared look, causing me to roll my eyes. I sit down at the table, and grab some warm toasted bread and jam that's made of really sweet tasting strawberries. We pass the time discussing strategies and things, and soon after we have to go to the remake center.

My prep team must be psychotic, with their ridiculous high hair and dyed skin. They're like rejected smurfs, just not blue. Before I can realize what's going on, I'm yanked to a chair and worked on with their agile hands. They work on every bit of me that you can, and keep gossiping about the different tributes. "That District 1 girl Amber would be perfect to work on," One says. "Even the District 7 girl Mara wouldn't be bad either," Another one continues. Do they really not want to work on me? Wow, how shallow. After a while of me going through the pain of their ways to clean me up, they finally leave and I see my stylist come in.

My stylist has dark brown wavy hair and sincere brown eyes. "I'm impressed with your bravery. I am sorry this had to happen to you." He says. "Most people have been congratulating me," I reply. "Yeah, but what's the point of doing that. I'm Jason Winkler, and I'll be your stylist," He tells me with a small smile. I smile back, and I take an immediate liking to Jason. He understands what's going on, and actually listens. Jason even dresses like a normal person, the oddest thing about him just may be that he's normal. "District 4, right?" Jason asks. "Yeah, fishing," I reply, listening carefully. "I don't want to do fishers. I really like your personality, and you and Giles have the boldness to pull off a lionfish," He says. After him saying that, he pulls out the most amazing dress I've ever seen. It's a one shoulder long flowing dress with the pattern of a lionfish and a scaly texture. He also pulls out a headband like piece that has a few short spikes on it with the same pattern and texture. "I love it!" I say happily, and run over to hug him. Even if it's a dress, it just makes me happy to think of home.

The next few hours are spent pampering me. I'm not really enjoying this part, but I know it will make my district proud. Finally I slip on my shoes, and glance over to see how I look. "Wow," are the only words I could get out of myself. My hair is shiny and curled perfectly, and the lovely dress fits me like a glove. I wobble over in my heels (Hey, I can't walk in heels!) to Jason, just to thank him a final time.

Soon after, Jason escorts me to our chariot, where I meet up with Giles. He's in a similar outfit, except he has a tuxedo on. I look around to see the other tributes. District twelve stands out to me, with their grayish blue mockingjay outfits, and so does District nine, wearing a Greek god like outfit, except it's like the material is made of grain. Before I know it, I'm on the chariot and we're moving. The wild cheers of the capitol citizens cause me to smile and ham it up a little for the crowd. They seem to like me, so I guess I have a chance of getting sponsors. After we're done I feel on top of the world. Maybe the odds will be in my favor.

Sorry Patricia is a little OOC. I'll get working on chapter 4 and I will try to keep updating more often. Hang in there!

-WhisperingWillows12