A/N: The wonderful Juliet O'Hare is brought to you by seanthesheep356, and her District Partner, Cooper Bale, is brought to you by katnisspeetaforever12.

I was looking through my past chapters, and I realized I have not yet had a disclaimer.

Disclaimer: This is Suzanne Collin's world. I just like to play in it.

Demented Kawaii Kitten and littlechurchboy22: You both have reserved tributes—the D4 boy and the D12 Boy and Girl. I will give you one more week, but then I have to open up the spots again. I'm sorry, but the fic can't move on without all of the tributes present. I'll PM both of you to let you know, but if you read this—I really need your tributes.

I was going to do more train ride chapters, but they aren't very much fun to write. Since nothing is going on, I feel sort of like I am cramming information into each chapter. So, I decided to skip right to the prep/stylist/chariot rides. Enjoy, and don't forget to review!

Chapter Eleven

Everything I Ever Wanted

I was so close to having everything I had ever wanted. Unlike most of my classmates, I didn't hate my name: Juliet O'Hare. My parents named me Juliet after the letter 'J' in the pilot alphabet. The pilots in District Six use this alphabet to communicate in code when they don't want the Capital listening in on their conversations.

I have two close friends: Sierra and Ian. Sierra and I became friends in school, when we were always paired together because of our names. We were the only two people in our class that had names from the pilot alphabet, and, to our five year old minds, was enough to become best friends. Ian, my other best friend, works as an aircraft mechanic with me. We help military pilots learn the motions to take off and guide them towards the runway.

It has only been two days since the reaping, but it feels like it has been months. I was taxing an aircraft for takeoff with Ian before I got ready for the reaping. I walked with my siblings, fourteen year old Isaac and thirteen year old Victoria.

I was not expecting to be reaped. I am only fifteen and, by District Six standards, my family is very wealthy. I didn't have to take out any tereasse, and I only had four slips in the bowl. But the biggest surprise of all was what Ian said to me when he came in to say goodbye. This I remember like it was yesterday.

Ian walks in to the room where I am waiting, a little before Sierra does. He looks nervous, more than usual.

"Hey Jewel."

He uses his nickname for me, even though we both know that this is not a happy occasion. "Hey Ian."

"Listen… there's something I need to tell you before you… leave."

I look at him, waiting, but he still says nothing. "You need to tell me… what?"

He stares at the ground, blushing. Finally, he looks up. "I'vehadahugecrushonyousinceIwasfive."

I laugh. "Try again, just a little slower."

Ian takes a deep breath. "I've had a huge crush on you since I was five."

I don't know what to say. The words finally come to me. "I… like you too, Ian."

We stare at each other for a while, before I finally say, "Now what?"

Ian doesn't respond. He just leans in and gently presses his lips against mine. They are soft, and taste slightly like the raspberries he had for lunch earlier. Without hesitation I return the kiss.

I am jolted from my thoughts as Opal gently massages my head with a shampoo that smells like peppermint. Emerald is still plucking at my eyebrows and Sapphire is filing my nails. Moreletta, my mentor, mentioned that the prep team is usually very vibrant and talkative, but mine doesn't talk much at all.

I have been in this steamy, humid room for several hours now. So far I have been given a bath in a foul yellow substance, been washed and waxed until I achieved shiny perfection, and had my toenails filed and painted a navy blue color.

I lean back in the padded white chair, deciding to enjoy the pampering while it lasts. So quickly, to the point where I'm not sure if it even happened, Emerald leans down and her mouth brushes my ear. "We hate the Games just as much as you do."

My eyes fly open and I look at Emerald curiously, but she only calmly plucks a few more hairs from my eyebrows. Opal rinses my hair, Sapphire paints my nails with the same navy color as my toenails, and Emerald calls for my stylist, Lupe.

As I wait for Lupe to come in, I put on my robe and think about what Emerald just said. Do they really hate the Hunger Games and the Capital as much as I do? When I was reaped could only think about my burning hatred for the Capital, and I bottled up my worries. I'm sure I looked rather fierce walking up to the stage.

I was determined to win before I got to the Capital, but knowing some of the citizens hate the Games just as much as I do gives me motivation. Maybe, if I win, the Districts, along with some Capital citizens, could rise up against President Snow.

I'm still smiling when Lupe walks in. He has tight pants that look like they are made of cheetah fur, a flamboyant, turquoise shirt, and spiked up blond hair. He breezes over to where I sit and prods me with a brush.

"Up, Up! We have to see how your outfit fits!"

We are the transportation district so, for the past 33 years, we have all been pilots. Sure enough, when Lupe whisks the covering off, I am greeted with a navy blue blouse, a tan leather jacket, and a long, tight, navy skirt.

I actually like the outfit, and am pleased with how it looks on. I have a very pale skin with waist length, blond hair with a hint of pink in it. If is naturally wavy, and Opal said that Lupe wouldn't do anything to it. I have jade green eyes and my lips are pink. I'm 5'5'' and thin, but not horribly underweight. I have muscle in my arms from holding up engines and tightening bolts in cars.

I have been told I am beautiful, but I never agreed with them until now. My hair spills over the tan jacket, making it look strawberry blond. The navy blouse hugs my curves, accentuates my muscles, and brings out my jade green eyes.

"Thank you Lupe. This is perfect."

Lupe pats me on the head. "You go get 'em. No one out there could look as pretty as you."

I smile, and confidentially walk out of the door in my knee-high, dark leather boots. Cooper, my district partner, is waiting for me in the hall. We look alike with blond hair and teal eyes, but he is about seven inches shorter than me.

"Hey, I like your outfit." It really does look good on him. He is wearing a simple suit and tie, but the tie is navy to match my skirt and blouse.

"Yeah, Xanfer, Darliter, and Atheenia really outdid themselves. My stylist, Jade, hardly did any work. They looked crazy, so when they started dressing me I thought they were going to try to make me look like them. Xanfer had purple hair, purple skin, purple eyes, and purple clothes. Darliter had orange hair and slitted eyes with white wrinkled skin. Atheenia looked the craziest of all. She had really pale skin with her eyes caked in black makeup. She was wearing a dress that looked like it was made out of meat!"

I laugh. "Poor you! My prep team looked fairly normal. The only thing strange about them is that they had their name stone implanted on their wrists. Emerald had an emerald, Opal had an opal, and-"

"I get it!" Cooper says with a laugh. "Anyway, are you ready to go see all the other tributes?"

I groan. I really don't want to meet everyone. The more human the tributes are the more trouble I'll have killing them. "I guess we have to."

We walk down the brightly lit hallway, through the wooden double doors, and met with the hateful and distrustful eyes of twenty-two other tributes.

"Great," I say to Cooper. "We're late."

We both immediately start to scope out the tributes. I start at the front of the chariot line: District One. The girl looks strong, confident, and beautiful in a golden ball gown inlaid with black gems. Her district partner is wearing a black suit with a gold tie.

District Two also looks dangerous. The boy is wearing long red robes with a golden chest plate and a spear that has been no doubt dulled down. The girl is wearing a flowy red dress, golden chest plate, and golden sandals. She carries a dulled down sword.

Before I can scope out anymore of the tributes, the bell rings and we are forced into our chariots. Not five seconds later the huge doors at the front of the room are thrown open and the chariots start moving. District One, in their golden apparel, glide out of the stables first, and are met with thunderous applause.

One by one the chariots start moving until the horses at the front of our chariot begin to walk towards the door. The crowd, still staring at the Careers, doesn't notice us as much as the other districts. I hear a few muffled cries of "Cooper!" or "Juliet!" but most of the yells are for District One's Pulchra Gemstone and Avery Reid, Districts Two's Hallie Reese and Gladius, or District Four's Nawfar Marella and Natins Trident. Any roses thrown at me have been blown off their course to the Careers.

Still, I hold my head high and wave to the Capital. We finish the loop and ride up to President Snow's mansion. He is the new president, and he is fairly young. People wonder about his rise to power. Just three years ago he was an advisor to the president, and now he is leader of all of Panem.

He talks to the tributes, but he addresses the crowd. "People of Panem! The newest games are about to begin! Tomorrow the tributes will head to training where they will practice using new weapons. A few days later we will see them again at the in-"

I zone out. Nothing he says is of any importance to me. I focus on the other tributes for a while, trying to figure out if I would want to be in an alliance with any of them. So far, the only person I would really like to be in an alliance with is Cooper. He seems trustworthy, strong, and capable. I also think he could be a friend, which is good for an alliance, but dangerous in the Games.

I'm jerked back to reality when the chariots start moving again. I guess President Snow must have finished his speech. I look up at the balcony to see him staring right at me, his snake eyes thinner than usual. I defiantly stare right back at him, not blinking, not moving, and certainly not looking away. Finally, my chariot turns and I am forced to turn my head.

Cooper and I ride the elevator up to our floor together. It's fun to watch the floor fade to a speck as we fly up in a glass box.

When we reach our floor we head to our separate rooms, too tired to say hello to our mentors. I flop down on the thickest, coziest bed I have ever seen, and fall asleep in an instant.

My last thought before I fade into the darkness of sleep is, "Maybe I have a chance after all."

Thank you all for reading this chapter! Please don't forget to review, it really brightens my day. I just got back from my friend's funeral, and I'm feeling pretty say ;(. I'm glad I was able to have a quick update on this chapter. I actually wrote this while in Minnesota, but I had no WiFi, so I had two finished chapter when I got home. If you read both of them, please review the fourth chapter too! I'm not sure if I liked it or not, so I really want your feedback.

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