I wake up early in the morning, thankful for the bed I had. It was the best sleep I had ever had and I felt refreshed. When I open the door, I am greeted by the sweet scent of syrup and pancakes. I take a deep breath and walk to the table, trying to ignore the state of what my hair must be in.

I took a seat and wondered where everyone was when I hear Brutus laughing. I turn around and see the others sitting around the T.V., watching the recaps of the Reapings. I look back at the table and notice their plates aren't there. They must've eaten before me.

I look back at them to see what Brutus was laughing about. Then I see a little girl with blonde hair being carried away from the girl who must've been Katniss. She was all the talk yesterday about how she saved her sister, I just didn't know it was true.

I observe further and realize they are in Distrist 12, the worst district in Panem. I watch as Katniss bravely steps up to the stage. Her escort greets her and quickly plucks out the next name for the male tribute of District 12: Peeta Mellark apparently.

Once he gets up there, the two shake hands and are announced as having the "honor" of representing District 12. I smirk. What honor do those types of people have? Then the Anthem plays and the T.V. turns off.

Brutus stretches and turns around, spotting me. He was obviously not expecting that as he fell flat on his face on the floor in the haste to turn around. I laugh and get up, helping the large man up. When he stands up, I am looking at his chest. He laughs and says, "Good morning sleepy head."

I smile and yawn, walking away from my uncle and back to my breakfast. Then I notice Enobaria isn't here. "Where's Enobaria?" I ask.

"Still sleeping I guess," Brutus says, talking to Cato again after answering me. I nod and start to eat the fluffy pancakes, letting the syrup run down my throat. I cough slightly at the strong taste and reach for my milk.

I take big gulps as I listen to Cato and Brutus' conversation. They're apparently talking about strategy as I hear the word sword several times.

I finish my breakfast and walk back to my room, realizing what time it was. It was nearly noon. I thought I had woken up early?

I just shrug that off and take my robe off, realizing that was all I had on this morning, and going in to take a shower. I repeated the same thing as last night, taking at least a 30 minute shower. When I was done, I cross over to my dresser, picking out a rather figure flattering dress.

After wrestling to get the thing on, I take a look in the shoe closet. I shake my head at the torture devices. Who in the hell wears six inch heels? I decide on a pair of three inch black heels and go to the bathroom. I look at my hair and nearly faint. Did I look like that all morning?

My hair was positively nonplussed and had tangles all over. I look begrudgingly at the brush and take a deep breath. This was going to hurt, a lot. I take the brush to my first section of thick hair.

I brush in quick strokes, wanting to get the tangles out quickly. However, the brush kept getting caught in my damn hair, proving to be quite the challenge to get rid of the tangles.

When I was finally done with my hair and it was sleek and shiny as usual, I dug around to find some makeup. I grin as I hit the jackpot. Booyah. In a little compartment there is mascara, top of the line eyeliner called Skyliner, designer lipsticks and glosses.

I get to work eagerly in transforming myself. I use the reddish Skyliner and jet black mascara that makes my lashes huge. Then I meticulously applied the lipstick, careful not to make it look like a clown's makeup. Then I finished off with some gloss. I smack my lips in the mirror and walk out of the bathroom, feeling wonderful.

I press the button to exit my room and walk down the short hallway, my heels clopping on the tile or whatever it was. I discover that Enobaria, Brutus, Barrio, and Cato are looking out the window, obviously at something.

I hurry over to the window next to Barrio's and look out, taking in the magnificent view before me. A mere mile or so away from me stood a beautiful city, rising against the landscape around it.

I saw huge, shimmering buildings that were painted in different colors. There were waterfalls everywhere and intricate train tracks branching in to the Capitol, like veins linking to the heart.

I notice that there is one train already there and I don't doubt for a second it was District 1's. We pull up to the station, reports and people everywhere. Barrio elbows me and winks. At first I'm confused, but then I pick up on Cato.

He's smirking and the Capitol is loving it. Of course, who doesn't like that cocky tribute, right? Anyway, I take on a gentler lead by smiling lightly and waving. I start to get cheers and I hear my name echoing through my ears from the people outside.

Then Cato picks up on the fact that I'm getting much more attention than him. He looks at me with a quizzical glare. I turn away quickly and look back out the window. Thankfully, the Capitol people had left and we were safely in the station. We walk out the door and are met with flashing lights and questions.

Great. I didn't know there would be reporters here too. They were screaming out and asking me pointless questions. Cato however, was loving the attention. He was answering nearly all of their questions, glad to be important once again.

I roll my eyes as Brutus leads me over to a more secluded spot. Great, what does he have to yell at me now for? "Look, Kat. Pick up on Cato's lead. He knows what he's doing," Brutus says with a serious face.

I nod in understanding, but deep down I am dreading having to be the person I was raised to be: cocky and stubborn, but whether I liked it or not, I was exactly like that. Anyway, Brutus leads me back over to the entrance of the train car, where Cato is. I stand next to him, trying to ignore the fact he was nearly a foot taller than me.

I look at his face and notice the gleam in his eyes. So I was supposed to look arrogant with a killer gleam in my eye? That was definitely going to be a problem. But I had to try.

So I straighten up and stand closer to Cato and try to imagine killing someone, to hopefully get that killer look. Unfortunately, I just can't think of killing someone. It was one of my biggest secrets that I didn't tell anyone besides the huge monster next to me. It made my skin crawl about the fact that he knew so much of my secrets.