I meet up with Cole in the corridor, and take in his outfit. He's wearing a black suit, like a sort of jumpsuit, thoughtrousers are seemingly just normal trousers. He wears the minor's boots too, and his face is speckled with black glitter, his hair neatly combed back from his face. His eyes widen as he sees me. "Wow." He says.

I'm sure I'm blushing, and I look down as we continue to walk to the elevator. Effie grins at us as we enter, saying how fabulous we look, and Haymitch nods, seemingly in approval. Effie and Indigo chatter about the costumes on the way down, and when the door opens we are ushered into a car to the building where the opening ceremony will be held.

When we get there, we wait by our chariots and I pet the horses tentively. I can see the other tributes and their outfits. District 1 wear silver, glittery costumes, and bright pink feathery jackets; District 2 wear white shirts and dresses, like peacekeepers, with jet black gloves and boots;
District 3 are wearing some sort of coppery material, like copper wire; I can only see the girl from District 4, dressed in a sea blue, floor length dress that pools around her feet, like water, and she wears a net around her curly red hair; District 5 are wearing bright yellow costumes, and a hat shaped like a lightning bolt; The 13 year old boy from District 10 wears denim overalls and a golden shirt, with a golden cowboy hat. I can't see the other tributes.

We get settled into our chariots, and, being from District 12, we are at the back. The other chariots beign to move, slowly at first, and I can hear the roar of the crowd. I take a deep breath, and Cole smiles, squezzing my hand in the chariot, the other resting on the railing. I smile back at him,
and keep hold of his hand as he goes to release it.

It is our tunr to ride, and I see Effie's face light up as we pick up speed, at something I don't understand. Even Haymitch seems impressed. I take another deep breath, as the crowd comes into view. The cheering gets louder, and louder, until eventually my ears are ringing. I keep my head held high and smile, wave at the crowd with my free hand, and then I raise our joint hands above our heads, as Katniss and Peeta one did. The crowd go hysterical, and for the first time, I catch a glimpse of myself on the large screens. My dress is floating out behind me. No, not floating,
shooting out behind me, and from the edge of the fabric begins glitter, tons of black glitter, fluttering outwards and thinning to a halt about a metre from my body. Cole's suit is doing the same, and I turn to him, murming, "Like coal dust."

He grins, and we turn to face the crowd again, turning to face President Snow as we reach the end. Some of the other tributes are staring, and as we lose speed the glitter and my dress slowly return to my body, until the glitter is left shimmering down to the floor. I feel breathless as I lower mine and Cole's hands, and smile at the audience.