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4

I am in the shower leaning and staring at the wall. What has happened? What did Jessica mean by, 'be careful'? 'The capitol won't be happy after today'.

I didn't mean for this to happen. I just wanted people to know how much I cared for Rue. Top today with me offering them a month of my winnings, I don't know what's going to happen.

The prep team are knocking on my door telling me to hurry up again, so I turn of the shower, and dry off.

The prep team come in and to do my makeup, hair, and clothes for tonight. Everything as usual, Cinna has designed.

I have very neutral face of makeup; on my eyes I have a very light shade of sunset orange, with mascara and lip gloss on my lips. I think that's what they said. My hair is straightened, with a small bit of hair plaited on either side then pulled and connected at the back. My dress is a strapless faded orange that goes to my knees, with some white flats.

"Thanks Cinna," I say.

"You're welcome," he replies.

When we meet, everyone has seemed to pick up Effie's lousy mood, so I go ahead and ask her what's wrong, when honestly, I don't care. It can't be important because she does not know the real events of today. Well, I am the only one who knows about the shooting today. Nobody else saw, I will tell Cinna and Haymitch tonight, but it has to be someplace with no cameras.

"Well, I just can't wait until we leave here! Seriously we have been treated like criminals, the whole time. Like this afternoon, I decided to have a look at their justice building, because well, I'm something of an expert in architectural design, you know. So, I was just having a peek around because district ruins are going to be all the rage this year, when two Peacemakers showed up and ordered me back to our quarters. One of them actually poked me with her gun!" Effie Exclaims.

I hold in my giggle. I could just imagine Effie telling off some Peacekeepers for poking her with a gun.

Everyone is silent so I feel somebody should say something so I do.

"That's too bad Effie, hopefully District 10 will be better."

"Well, they really should, I mean my situation could have been worse. I should be thankful for what I have, If you really think about it, I could have been given District 11, to escort!" she says sounding distressed.

"Nothing worse than that," I mumble, sarcastically.

Luckily no one hears me.

I will have to walk down the stairs fifteen steps after Haymitch.

Clear orders of Effie.

I count the steps as Haymitch goes down, and then it's my go.

The bright lights, the clapping crowd and the flashes of the cameras, are only the beginning.

Each day of the tour is the same, only different places. Wake up. Get dressed. Ride through cheering crowds. Listen to a speech in my honour. Then reply with the assigned Capitol speech. Sometimes I will get a quick tour, for example; I get to see the sea in District 4 or a towering forest.

The final stop on the Victory tour is the Capitol.

The night before the training centre I have an interview with Ceaser Flickerman, nothing extraordinary happens, just me and Ceaser with our usual banter.

After the interview there is another large party at the president's mansion. The roof of his house has been transformed into the night sky, the one I see in District twelve. I suddenly crave home desperately. In the air there are musicians floating on what looks like clouds, but obviously aren't really. Placed around the place are also some ponds with exotic fish. There's a large tiled area in the middle of the room that serves as not only a dance floor, but a stage for the performers who come and go, and another spot to mingle with the flamboyantly dressed guests.

The best thing though, is the food. There is so, so much of it. Whole cow and goats and pigs are still roasting on spits. There are concoctions to dip the countless sides in, there is already some desserts laid out. One thing that catches my eye though is a fountain about as tall as me, I realise it has sprite flowing off it.

They must think I have an obsession with it. I want to prove that I am not crazy about it but it looks so tasty that I decide on a glass.

My eating starts from there. I end up sitting down on a chair, drinking some water, because I feel sick to the stomach.

My eyes dart up when I feel another presence near me. The white hair is the first thing I notice, its president Snow. Automatically I stand up to show respect.

"What are you doing? The party is for you," President Snow asks light heartedly. I don't believe it though.

"Oh, I ate too much of the delicious food and I feel a bit sick now," I say.

"Well I do have some amazing chefs. How about we go for a walk," says Snow.

"Ok," I say hesitantly.

The camera crew is left behind; Snow can say anything to me now. That obviously is the whole reason we are having a 'little walk'.

In my head Jessica's words replay, 'The President won't be happy, be careful'. I take a deep and shaky breath before saying

"Was there something you wanted to talk about?" I say it very sweet and innocently.

"That was a very nice speech you gave in District 11," he says, with venom behind every word.

"Thanks, Rue was really important to me," I say.

"Yes, she wasn't willing to kill innocent kids was she," he says, obviously angrier than before.

I look down realising how much that would have offended the Capitol. That is what the Games are in perspective, but that's not how the Capitol views it.

"Lucky, the Capitol citizens didn't see it, they could have been offended, maybe even not like you anymore," says Snow. President Snow is not talking about the Capitol citizens he is talking about himself, he doesn't like me anymore.

"Thank you for not showing that to the Capitol, I would never mean to offend them, I didn't think when I spoke," I say.

He stands a little straighter, obviously happy that he got an apology. Maybe he expected me to retaliate.

"Well, from now on I hope that you do think before you speak, you're more dangerous than you understand. Even Rue is dangerous and she's dead, I'd advise you not to speak of her again," he says, looking straight ahead.

"What do you mean? I'm not sure I understand," I say.

"I mean, that it would have been much better if the group of tributes had killed her. You may not realise it but there are some rules in the Hunger Games, they are silent rules. Everybody knows them, yet nobody has ever actually said them. Suicide is looked at as defiance," Snow takes a moment before saying,

"So is killing someone before necessary. You took away entertainment from the Capitol. If we are willing to put all that effort into getting that entertainment, that is the Hunger Games, imagine how angry we will be if you not only take away some entertainment, but defy us at the same time," he says.

I freeze on the spot, but Snow just keeps going, back to the party.

He is talking about me killing Clove; I took away their end finally. That is one of the 'best bits' in a Capitol citizens eyes.

This is more serious than I thought, Jessica was right.

President Snow is mad at me.

It is this moment in time that I realise; I am against Snow in not only my eyes but his too.

He doesn't realise something though.

Fire melts Snow.

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