I'm kind of concerned because this means that all my chances of being moved up into a better district have gone down the drain. I also kind of liked them. They were nice kids. However, I had to get thicker skin than that because it was going to be a very long time before I ever saw anyone come out alive.

I look at Tabia's and the boy from her district is still alive. At least she got some smart ones.

"Yay! Good job!" I say, clapping for her. The crowd breaks up after a while to go watch the rest on their own televisions in the comfort of their house. Or some of them start wandering into stores, planning to watch the rest on demand. It doesn't matter when they watch it, but they will watch it.

I heard about this event called the Olympics. It happened a very long time ago and most people probably don't care about it. On the opening ceremony, everyone came together around their TV or in a stadium and watched the beginning of this huge event. It kind of feels like that now, with all of us gathered even in the districts. Sure, they are being forced to view it, but it is the thought that counts.

"Can I ask you just one question? How was Haymitch?" She asks.

"Um, he didn't do much. It was mainly just me, which was probably why they didn't last very long. It is hard supporting them enough for two people." I tell her and she nods.

"It was hard with Johanna. She at least kind of helped them, but she gave no positive feedback, ever. I don't even think that is part of her language," She responds.

"Hey, why don't we forget about all this and go do some shopping?" I ask her.

"I heard a new store opened up down the street," she offers.

"Let's go!" I say, linking my arm through hers as we walk down the street, hearing the slashes of swords in the background. I wonder who died now.

As we walk, more and more people walk behind us. I don't look back. I knew that this would happen, that the party would start breaking up after the largest amount of blood fell. I knew they would back when it was almost over. People in the Capitol love violence. Odd, but everyone has their hobbies.

We turn into the new store named "Glam." When we walk inside, it has the most amazing amounts of makeup. It is even bigger than the one at the mall. Everything is organized by brand and the other half is perfumes, organized by type of scent.

"This is the best thing, ever!" I exclaim. We start looking at all the different shades of eye shadow, then fake eyelashes, then mascara. We must spend at least an hour just spraying perfumes onto little pieces of paper.

We are about ready to leave when I remember something. I open my purse and dig around until I find my wallet. I pull out my ID, which also doubles as a credit card.

"We have money." I say, excitedly. She smiles too.

"We do!" She pulls out hers too. We grab baskets by the door and start piling stuff inside. I make sure to grab all the colors of eye pencil that I couldn't get because they were more expensive than I had in pocket money.

We check out spending way more money than I've ever seen. Escorts get paid a lot, almost as much as Peacekeepers. I'm really happy about this. Maybe after a couple of years I will have enough to get a new house, or maybe even in a few months. I could have an entire room filled with makeup and other one for clothes. I could maybe even get one of those little dogs that fit in your purse.

"Wanna come over?" Tabia asks.

"Sure!" We take the escalator up to the monorail and get on the first one. They have seats, but Tabia and I have always preferred standing. It isn't bumpy, so we won't fall. Today it isn't very crowded, so we can get our own car.

"I'm hungry. What's for dinner?" I ask her.

"I think my mom is making lobster. You can stay if you want," she offers.

"Okay." I pull my phone out of my bag and type a text message to my mom explaining I won't be home for dinner. I don't think it will bother her too much considering it is a Friday and she has an extra shift today at the pasta delivery place.

I hold on a little tighter than normal as the monorail stops. I'm looking forward to tonight. No responsibility sounds exactly what I need.