So I read Amy's review...

HAHAHAHA KEY WAS HACKED HAHAHAHAHA

A love letter to Dunstan... How interesting.

Oh and Amy, Redding was my old school's principle's last name. Mr. Redding. YOU SHOULD BE FLATTERED.

I chose our last names from teachers in my old school. Sarah Bolton. Mr. Bolton. Lol, I came up with Lee since it sounded Asian. #Nohate

And wtf, 'Squishy Hammer'? Wtf, Key were you high? Lol.

Sarah's POV

"Ow!" I yelled as a strip of my hair was removed. I was currently getting my entire body waxed by my prep team. Their names? Dunno. But I do know that the one with purple-pink hair has a name that sounds like potato. I believe it was pronounced 'po-ti-too'. But from her name tag, it's spelt 'Photito'. I have to admit, that name would sound awesome if it wasn't pronounced similar to potato. I had a watch on my left wrist that I found in my room. It was a small, silver watch that I guess was meant to be worn by me. I'll never know why though.

Anyways, she had put another waxing strip on my leg and I gritted my teeth. Well, at least tried to. They had me put on some teeth whitening strips because apparently my teeth were white but 'not white enough'. I bit my lip as they ripped off the waxing strip. My smooth pinkish legs stung from the waxing. Did I mention I was naked? No? Oh well. I scrunched my nose as they rubbed a cold cream onto my legs. You do not know how much I want to kick these women in the face right now. The cream did help with the stinging, but I wanted to get up and grab my robe off of the chair on the other side of the room.

"Now wait right here while I get Paul." Photito said, leaving the room. I scoffed at the rest of my prep team. Photito came back with a tall, normal looking man trailing behind her. He had pale-ish skin, glasses and he happened to be bald. A mustache laid above his lips lazily.

"Get your robe on and we'll talk during lunch." Paul said. I nodded and practically ran for my robe. I went to where Paul was sitting and sat across from him.

"My name is Paul Allinger. I will be your stylist and possibly, a friend." He said while gesturing a Avox to bring our lunches. The Avox came back with two trays of food, all of them looking different than yesterday's dinner. I took a tray out of her hands and laid it in front of me.

"Sarah Bolton right?" Paul said, taking a bite out of his chicken. I nodded. I cut a piece of steak and ate it quietly. We finished lunch in silence before starting to talk about my parade costume.

"So, since District 5 is Power, I thought we should have something that stands out like sparks. So, my partner Zoya and I designed outfits that sparks. Literally, sparks." He said. I have to admit, this sounded pretty cool.

"It's a really simple costume since we know how you guys don't like super fancy stuff. The important thing is that is sparks." He said. I nodded. "Now let's go get that costume on."

I walked out of the dressing room, mouth wide open. I was wearing a light blue one shoulder dress with a black strap around the waist. The bottom of the dress looked like it was slightly burned by fire. The fabric was darker colour and it was torn a little. I had a dark blue choker with sapphires on it to go along with the dress. I had navy blue flats that slightly hurt my feet when I walked. My hair was slightly curled and I had a purple bow on the back of my hair.

"Now hold still," Paul said, he was putting little emeralds onto the front of my right shoulder. "Now, let's go meet up with Dunstan and Zoya."

We went towards the chariot, looking at the weirdly dressed tributes as we passed. When I saw Dunstan's outfit, I swear he could go to school wearing it.

"Hey," I said. Dunstan nodded and looked to Paul for some tips.

Dunstan's POV

I nodded and looked to Paul for tips.

I was wearing a dark blue v-neck sweater with the sleeves rolled up to my elbows. The bottom of the sweater looked slightly burned and torn. There was this black strap on the back of it that looked similar to the strap on Sarah's dress. I had darker blue, almost black, jeans and black sneakers that no one will ever see while I'm in the chariot.

"Now," Paul said, holding a blowtorch in his hand. "Once we set your straps on fire, the straps will start sparking big time." Without waiting for our response, he turned on the blowtorch and lit my strap. The sparkling noise rung in my ears until the noise went down and I could see the sparks flying around in my face. Zoya had already set Sarah's strap on fire and instead of her sparks going upward like mine, her's went downward and made some sort of ruffle for her dress. I noticed that my sparks were a dark purple colour.

"Now smile and wave at the audience!" Zoya instructed, urging us into the chariot. I stopped in front of the door, hesitant to go in.

"Come on Sparky," Sarah said, pulling me into the chariot against my will.

"Sparky?" I asked. She smirked and refused to answer me. I looked away and waited for our chariot to start moving. I looked around at the other tributes. District 1 was wearing some golden suits that hurt my eyes, District 7 had make-up on that made them look like trees and all the other tributes costumes were so outrageous that I couldn't even describe them. The chariot started moving behind four other ones. The crowd cheered as tributes poured through the hall. Then, we came out.

I tried not to cover my ears as the crowd screamed and yelled. I looked over to my left and see Sarah smiling and waving at the crowd. I put on my best smile and did the same. I caught a rose that was thrown at me and threw it to some random person in the audience. We stopped at the end of the hall and when I looked over to the other tributes, they were whispering and pointing at us while giving us dirty looks.

Talk about multitasking.

We all looked at President Snow who was standing on his balcony like he was the king of the world.

"May I present to you, the tributes of the 72nd Hunger Games!" He yelled into his microphone. The crowd went wild. The sparks behind me crackled to no end. President Snow rambled on about the history of the Hunger Games and other things I don't bother mentioning. The chariots went back into the large building where we practically ran out of the chariot and met up with Paul and Zoya.

"You guys did great!" Zoya praised. "Now let's go change back."

I sat in my room, staring at the wall. Then I spotted a phone at the end of the room. Reasonable people would call their families. Apparently, I'm not reasonable. I grabbed the phone and dialed Key's number.

Bold = Key Italic = Dunstan

Hello? He asked. I guess he wasn't really expecting a phone call from the Capital.

Hey Key, it's Dunstan. I could almost see him straighten up.

Oh hey, I heard you did the Tribute Parade today. Well, I watched it actually... Sparky... He teased. What's with everyone and calling me Sparky?

No, not you too!

Why, what happened? I heard him laugh over the phone.

Sarah called me Sparky too. I reluctantly told.

Haha, Sparky. He teased.

Stop calling me that! I begged. If this carries on and I win the Games, I will never live up to that nickname.

Never, Sparky! I sighed loudly.

So, what's happening back home? I asked, not really wanting to know the answer.

Ehh, not much actually. Whenever something related to the Games are on TV, the school is forced to play it on the TVs in the halls. He replied. They forced seven to seventeen year old kids to watch the Games? Interesting...

"Dunstan, dinners ready!" I hear Liz screech from downstairs.

Ughh, I have to go. Might call you tomorrow if I'm not killed in training. I said, Liz's voice ringing in my ears.

Bye Dunstan! Key said.

Bye... I said before hanging up. I went downstairs to see that Liz, Brunner and Sarah were already there.

"Now look who's late for dinner." Sarah teased. I waved her off and sat in my seat next to her.

"So, as you might know, tomorrow is training." Liz said. Sarah froze next to me. I smirked.

"Now look who's late on knowing." I said, my voice quiet enough for only her to hear. She lightly elbowed me and listened to Liz.

"We will go to the training room at 9:00 am sharp! Do not be late or else we will leave you here. Understand?" Sarah and I nodded before the Avoxes started bringing out our dinner. Today, we actually talked during dinner. Surprising, I know. We talked about our strategies and weapons for the Games. Dinner was done early and we all went to our rooms for the night.

Sarah's POV

I got up at 7:30 and took a shower. I dried my hair till it was barely damp and went downstairs to eat breakfast. When I got there, the Avoxes were still setting up breakfast so I was the first one there. I smirked when they put a bottle of red wine on the table.

Probably for Brunner...

I sat in my seat and grabbed a plate. Filling it with food as soon as it came to the table. I thanked the Avoxes when they were done setting the table. They seemed surprised. I guess not many people in the Capital say 'thank you'.

"What are you doing up so early?" Dunstan asked, rubbing his eyes. I shrugged.

"Dunno." I responded. "Anyways Sparky, why are we up before Liz and Brunner?" It was his turn to shrug.

"I guess they're rubbing off on us and don't call me Sparky!" I laughed.

"Please no, I don't want a Capital accent. I'm quite fine not sounding like the a queen who has a cold, thank you very much." He laughed and took his seat next to me.

"What's with all the noise and why are you guys up so early?" Liz said, a long, tired yawn followed. None of us answered her. She narrowed her eyes at us as she sat in her seat and started to fill her plate. Dunstan and I started to talk about training that was going to happen later today.

"Would you guys shut up? I was trying to sleep, but nooo. You guys had to start talking and ruin it for me." Brunner said, stumbling downstairs. I laughed as he tripped walking over to us. He immediately grabbed a bottle of red wine and started to pour himself a glass.

"Even in the morning he likes to get drunk." Dunstan said to me. I laughed, Liz managed a smile and Brunner was not amused one bit.

"I don't get drunk, I get to the buzz stage then stop." He defended. Liz shook her head and waved her finger.

"No, no, no." She rambled. I looked at my watch. 8:00. Wow, we've already been eating breakfast for thirty minutes. Usually, it takes fifteen minutes. Twenty-five at most. When I looked over to Brunner, I saw that he already finished half the bottle and was already pouring himself his fifth glass of wine.

"Gimme that!" Liz said, yanking the bottle out of his hand. She handed it to and Avox nearby who took it out of sight.

"Hey, I was drinking that." Brunnner whined.

"Aw, is someone missing his wine already?" I teased. I got a laugh out of everyone but Brunner. He glared at me and I shrugged in response.

"Yes I am. Now, can someone bring me another bottle?" He asked, looking at the Avoxes. One of them nodded and disappeared to find another bottle. She came back and handed him the large bottle before disappearing again. Brunner huffed at us and poured himself a glass.

"I swear you're gonig to be drunk before we get to training." Dunstan said. I agreed as Brunner muttered something under his breath. Liz rolled her eyes.

"Usual Brunner..." She said. I don't know if Dunstan and I were suppose to hear that, but we did and laughed at the idea of Brunner drinking nine to eleven glasses of wine a day. I could see Brunner twitching and narrowing his eyes at us while we laughed at him.

"Oh stop laughing, would you?" Brunner asked, greedily drinking from the bottle of wine. You could see his face go red as he finished the bottle. Liz looked at her watch.

"Time to go!" She chirped. We got up and went to the elevator at the other side of the room. We reluctantly went inside and Liz pressed the button. We went down silently until we came to the floor with the training center.

"Welcome to the Training Center. My name is Atlas and I will be the head instructor."

Woo! Cliffys are awesome!

So Key, you were mentioned in the chapter! Good job, would you like a cookie?

Tomorrow is school and I haven't finished my IEP... Oh no..

Someone help, need something to do for Term three and two. PLS HALP.