The Capitol was a huge place. Tall buildings. Flying vessels. Industrialized people. Everything I dreamt of of was in that place. I never expected the Capitol to be this beautiful. I never ever saw the Capitol. Grandma never allowed me to.

Above all of this, one thing's for sure. I don't like their fashion. They look so stupid with those dyed hair that matches with the color of their dress. Yes, I remembered. Their accent also stinks.

But who cares about that? I'm about to die and I am still thinking about how amazing is it to live in the Capitol? How idiot of me to do that.

The whole team from District 12 - us Tributes, Valentia, Thrace, the other stylist, and the prep teams - were approached by a bunch of Peacekeepers.

"What are they gonna do to us?" The innocent Anastasia asked the whole team.

"They're going to take us to our lodging house." Well, that was Valentia said but for me...

What the hell? Are you serious? We're going to stay here at the Capitol, that's what I thought.

"You Tributes will not be secluded in a single area near the Arena. There are 21 lodging houses in the Capitol that will serve as the headquarters of the Tributes. Which means, you'll be free to go wherever you want." One of the Peacekeepers said. "By the way, I'm Cronius Griffin, the Head Peacekeeper and I will be the official guard of District 12."

The fact that we can do what we want and we have someone who will protect us outside the arena, delighted all of us.

"Well I guess, this year will have a very interesting Hunger Games. It seems the Capitol will accomodate you well, unlike the previous ones." Valentia exclaimed.

The Peacekeepers led us to Cat and Mouse Lodging House. The name sounds quite pathetic since it is quite unusual for the Capitol to be that humorous.

The lodging house was huge. There were different floors. Ten floors. We arranged our things and we started relaxing after that long trip.

I remembered my home, District 12.

What if all of us will live in this kind of place? Will we be happy? Is my mother alright? How about grandma and grandpa? Those thoughts lingered on my mind. I can't concentrate on a single thing.

After some time, Valentia called us for dinner. The dining hall was huge. It had a long rectangular table where all of us fit. I can't imagine how the Capitol, got that furniture. From District 7, maybe?

There were lots of food. I can't count all of them. And besides, why should I?

The dinner was done but I was still not talking to them. I'm shy. Especially to Ivan. No, more about scared because of my dream.

"Everyone," Valentia called out our attention and pulled out a folder from somewhere which seemed like her notebook to track the things to do, "tomorrow evening, all of you, with the other Tributes, will be showing yourselves before the Capitol. You must look gorgeous. Now" Arrrgggg! That Capitol accent again. Please stop. "You and your designers have less that twenty-four hours to create your clothes. Everyone, to your rooms." She stepped down from the podium and all of us moved. She walked towards me and said, "You know dear, I'm starting to like you." I can't say a word. I just smiled. "Now, let's go to Thrace and your prep team."

"What about that, then?" Ever asked.

"If you will look very gorgeous, some of the Capitol people will like you. They will become your sponsors and they will do everything to keep you alive."

All of us nodded. Understood.

We hurried to my quarters. We passed by Ever's, Elf's, and Lawr's. Lawr was still ignoring me. I don't know what happened between the two of us. He doesn't care about me.

I met up Thrace and the prep team. We started talking about the clothes that he made. He showed me some of them. They were amazing.

"Thrace," Valentia called him, "I bet you and Micah is somewhat connected."

Thrace nodded and replied, "Yes. I'm the lost son of Cinna, your grandmother's stylist. Years before the seventy-fourth Hunger Games, my mother still bore me in her womb. The had some kind of argument with dad. My mother had no other choise but to leave dad. When the news came that father died, we showed ourselves. And here I am, before the granddaughter of my father's most favorite Tribute." There was a moment of silence.

After that, Thrace started fitting me for the dress that I will wear. It was just plain black leather.

"If you think this is low-class, don't worry, this is not the dress that you will wear tommorow." Thrace said and I agreed.

"Should we modify her body?" My prep team asked.

"No. Not until I'm dead." Thrace replied. We laughed.

The presentation of the Tributes came. We will be transported using a chariot wherein a pair will ride.

Oh no! I remembered, Krad will be my partner! My heart started to beat fast. I don't want him to be my pair. He's scary.

Thrace lied to me. I wore a leather jacket and a leather jeans which looked stupid.

BUT I DIDN'T KNOW THRACE HAS A PLAN.