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Emily Vasquez, 18

I step out of the elevator and look around. I'm the last one to arrive in the assembly hall. Just about 10 minutes before the Ride starts. The rest of the tributes are either mingling, eating some foods they serve, or getting ready for the Chariot Ride. Well, all except one. There's a small girl who looks like a 10 year old standing beside the food table alone. After considering it, I decide to try hang with her. So I approach her. "Hello," I greet. I offer my hand and smile at her. "I'm Emily."

She looks at me carefully. "Hi," she says. She takes my hand slowly and shakes it. "I'm Ellis. Ellis Wylie," she says, somewhat stiffly

I look at what she wears: a simple orange dress with yellow belt and a yellow cape. "I like your outfit. It's very simple."

"Thanks," she says, smiling. She's a little at ease by now, but still eyes me carefully. "Yours looks fine too."

I look down at what I'm wearing: a long sleeves red and white plaid shirt, denim miniskirt, knee length brown leather boots, red bandanna around my neck, and a cowboy hat, my pigtails peeking out bellow its rim. "Thanks," I say. "My stylist says this is a cowgirl's costume. They used to herd sheep and cows back then. And they also ride horses." Ellis nods. "So, why did you stand here the whole time? Why not chatting with the others?"

Ellis shrugs. "Well, I did try to make conversation with a few of them," she says. "But I got bored so, yeah."

"What about your District partners?" I ask.

"Both of them are boys," Ellis says nonchalantly.

I pat her shoulder. "I know how that feels," I mutters.

"Hey Vasquez," I hear somebody calls. I turn my head to the source of the voice and found my stylist, Gemma. "Get here! The Ride is starting soon."

"Be right there," I call her back. I turn back to Ellis and grin sheepishly. "Well, guess that's my cue."

Ellis shrugs. "Yeah, I should probably go too."

"So, see ya tomorrow at training ground?"

Ellis smiles and nods. "Sure,"

Michael 'Mike' Chang, 18

As soon as Emily is in place, which is beside me , in the chariot, our mentor, Jeremiah, stars to brief us. "Okay, I want you guys to wave to the Capitols. Give them your most confident smile. Got it?"

Emily, Gavroche, and I nod. With that he hops out of the chariot. Just then, the chariot starts to roll out.

The crowd cheers wildly when they see District 1. With their outfits, covered in gems and jewels, they do look dazzling. When District 2 rolls out, the cheering gets wilder. They're wearing an ancient armory. With spears in their hand and their head held high, they look merciless. District 3 goes after them. The cheers dies down a little. No surprise though. After all, they usually only cheers for the Career districts, or those who have really great outfits.

Then, District 4 rolls out. The crowd begins to cheer wildly once more. They do look good. Sea green shirts covered with seashells. When District 5 rolls out, Emily nudges my arm. "Are you nervous?" She asks.

I shrug. "A little. I guess," I say. "I mean I can't mess this up. Or else my father will kill me." Emily looks at me sympathetically. I smile, telling her it's nothing.

Then, District 6 rolls out and the crowd cheers wildly. I furrow my eyebrow in confusion. I mean, they're outfits are decent, so why would the crowd cheers? But then I realized something else what makes the crowd cheers wildly. The male tribute and one of the female tribute are holding hands.

"They're a couple right?" I hear Gavroche asks.

"I think so," Emily says. "I mean, the fact the boy volunteer after the girl got reaped. That's a pretty strong proof that they're a couple right?"

"I feel kind of bad for the other girl though," Gavroche says. "You know, being the third wheel and all."

Then, District 7 comes out. Their outfits are quite decent. Well, the males are. They're wearing lumberjacks clothing: an overall, a long sleeves checkered shirt, and a pair of yellow boots. Meanwhile the girl tribute is wearing a big tree costume. But apparently, that didn't stop her from waving at the crowd confidently.

"District 7 is has a pair of brothers as tributes right?" Emily asks.

"Yeah. Finn Hudson and Kurt Hummel. They're stepbrothers," I say. "And the girl is Heath Pearce's sister. I think her name is Lindsay. Lindsay Pearce."

Emily says something under her breath. But I ignore it and examine District 8 tributes, who just rolls out. They're wearing simple clothes. The boys wears tuxes, while the girl wears a dress. But their otfits are colorful. The girl is wearing orange dress and a yellow cape. One of the male tribute, the one with dark skin, is wearing a blue shirt with silver tie and purple cape. Meanwhile the other male tribute, a brunette who, I think, uses a lot of gel to style his hair, is wearing red tux with green tie and golden cape. I take another look at the girl tribute. I nudge Emily's arm. "That's your friend right?" I ask. "The one you chatted with before the Ride."

"Yup. That's Ellis Wylie."

I nod. "And the boys?"

"That's Blaine Anderson and Alex Newell," Gavroche says. "I talked to them earlier. They have a really great sense of fashion, you know?"

He starts to babble about his conversation with Alex about scarves. Trying not to roll my eyes, I eyed District 9. The female tribute is wearing what seems to be an ancient clothing with a wreath of grain on her head. The male tribute, who's dark and bulky, is dressed in all gold. I guess he's trying to be the grain. Meanwhile the other male tribute, the one who's really short, is dressed in a box with 'Lucky Charms' written on it.

"Well, that's... Interesting," Emily says. "I wonder who's their stylist."

"Well, we'll might find out later," I say. "Now, it's time for us to charm the crowds."

As if on cue, our chariot starts to move forward. Putting the most confident smile I can, I wave at the crowd. Well, they didn't cheer as loud as they did to the Career District, it's still loud. I glance at one of the giant screen and see District 10 Chariot, which, according to my stylist, Grunt, it is actually a 'western wagon'. On screen, I see Emily is pulling her sassy and sexy attitude. She strikes poses, waving at the crowd, blowing kisses. No wonder the cheering is so loud.

Beside her, I can see myself on screen. I look not so bad, but not charming enough. So I work on my charming smile, and soon enough, people are cheering louder. It does makes me feel back for Gavroche, since he only stands beside me, waving awkwardly to the crowd.

I'm about to pay my attention back to the crowd when suddenly the image on screen changes, showing District 11's chariot. That's when I see a girl with black hair with blue streaks. She waves at the crowd, smiling shyly. And I found that very... Attracting.

Finally, we arrive in front of President Sylvester's mansion. She stood in the balcony, eying everyone of the tributes one by one. I think she's trying to decide which one of us has the biggest chance to win. After District twelve's chariot parks beside District eleven's chariot, President Sylvester begins her speech.

"Good evening, and happy Hunger Games! Special welcome to all 36 tributes," she says. "I personally wish you all good luck and may the odds be ever in your favor. And we all wish what this year, we'll have the best Hunger Games. And when I say the best Hunger Games, I'm expecting one thing: Blood. Lots of it.." I try not to scold at her. It is quite expected though. President Sylvester is always blunt. "That is all." President Sylvester looks at every one of us and smiles smugly. "Once again, I wish all of you the best of luck, and may the odds be ever in your favor."