Okay I apologize for the reviewing problem, that was my fault :(I deleated a useless chapter, but then it wouldn't let you review chapter 11, because you already did...however, you still can review chapter 12 ;)...so there should be no problems now...Alsso for this chapter, the mentor is very important later in the story, just a warning. In fact he was a very special victor ;) ;) I preapologize for my grammar, I'm still not sure how to request a BETA...if you can figure out whats special about this victor post it in the review and you'll win a prize. :)...here are the tribute points so far:

Okay new thing D9=12 will be meeting the stylists/angles

Sonofhell66: water, some dried beef, and a pack of crackers

GinnyWeasley23: water, some dried beef, and a pack of crackers

The-tx: water

Nightfall 12: A pack of crackers

Sneverus Snappers: A pack of crackers and some dried beef

LiveYourLifeLoud: A water, a pack of crackers, and some dried beef

Nightfall: crackers

Rosie137: Crackers and dried beef

DarkzerkerX: Some dried beef

Lightning 4022: A pack of crackers, water, and a pack of beef


D10

"And why d'you say
It's just another day, nothing in my way
I don't wanna go, I don't wanna stay
So there's nothing left to say?
And why d'you lie
When you wanna die, when you hurt inside
Don't know what you lie for anyway
Now there's nothing left to say"

I walked sweetly through the crowd, bashfully smiling and giggling. As they ooed and awed I tried to control myself from laughing vigorously. My partner, Kanton Rhodes walked quietly wearing a slight smirk walking calmly and casually. Ironically, his personality was closer to the one I was portraying. He was as innocent as a puppy and it made me sick. Not only did he contain the innocence of a small child, but he came from the community home. How anyone could be okay with growing up an orphan I'll never know; I never accepted my parent's death…

I looked upward and was amazed by the astounding proportions of our resort. I swear it brushed through the clouds. Its exterior contained every color's hue, jewels and shimmering gold columns with silver sculptures inside. Magnificent couldn't adequately describe the building. If all worked out properly, once I had the capital wrapped around my petite finger, this building would be mine.

We followed our escort, Gigi up the stairs and into the elevator. The buttons were numerous, it could travel sideways and up and down apparently. I watched as we traveled up at the speed of a large cow. The elevator was made of some type of durable gas and I watched as we ascended. I had never been up this high. I hated being in two story houses, let alone 12. Everything was so high. My stomach began to twist. My heart was pounding. Finally I blacked out ending my torture.

I woke up on the ground surrounded by the D2 and D8 mentors; also, surrounded by the D2 tributes. Normally I wouldn't have cared enough to know their names (I'm awful at remembering names), but they were wearing neon blue nametags. The male tribute had the audacity to add to the humiliation.

"Wow, I thought we were going to look like the idiots picking the wrong floor, but passing out before entering the games takes the cake!" he laughs boisterously.

"Real mature Kyler, do you need a hand? It'll be the last one I offer?" she said in a sic kingly sweet voice.

"Oh, I'm fine I was just so overwhelmed with the colorful buildings and surroundings, I suppose my mind lacked the ability to fully process it." I giggled lightly, with just a touch of airhead, reaching for her hand. Perfect.

"Well don't hurt yourself", kyler said with a wink.

As I grabbed Ever's hand she quickly pulled me up and say quickly,

"Enough time wasting, if I don't get some training in soon my muscles will begin to ache." She groaned as she made her exit with Kyler seductively following behind. As they exited Ever turned around and lightly grinned,

"see you at training…if you can last until then" she laughed hollowly.

"I picked you up out of the elevator, but they said you might need a medic so I laid you on the ground. No one woulda' noticed if the District 2 and 5 mentors hadn't have picked the wrong elevator floor…followed by the cocky District 2 tributes." He said breathing something under his breath.

"oh", I say quietly. He seemed to genuinely care about me and afraid I would be harmed. The closest thing I had to friendship was my pet raccoon, Corri. The protectiveness almost made me feel loved, something I had never felt in my entire life. However, I had a feeling I never would.

"thank you", I say feebly. "That was very kind of you.

"It's just how I was raised" he shrugged.

That was a strange reason. He was an orphan. ALL the orphans were treated badly and underfed. He obviously had an alternate source of food with his bulky stature, but I doubted it was illegally. No one had raised him to be gentlemen, kind, or genuine. Were moral's something you were born with?

"Well at least you've acquainted yourselves with the district 2 tributes." Our 38 year old mentor, Vagus said happily.

"Not a very good one. They looked at us as though we were their slaves", Kanton said grimly.

"Aren't we?" Vagus said with the hint of bitterness in his voice.

"Aren't we what?" Kanton asked.

"Nothing, it's unimportant at the moment….let's sit down to discuss the chariot rides. Rosary, will you be okay enough to make this meeting?"

I realized he was talking to me and cleared my throat, "I should be fine…it won't be too long though right?"

"It will be brief, let's discuss it in the dining area." He said motioning us to sit in a room across the hall.

"When it comes to the stylist question their every move. If it seems rebellious in nature avoid it. It's not worth being despised by the capital" he said quickly with a little bit of pain in his voice.

"What would be rebellious", I ask in a sugary goody two shoes voice.

"anti-capital propaganda, flames…mocking jays"

"Oh I love mocking jays, they always brighten my mood on the farm", Kanton says smiling.

"don't say that. If the capital asks, say you hate them."

"but I don't" he says confused.

"do you love your life or mocking jays more?" Vagus said in a firm voice.

"I guess my life…but what does that matter?" Kanton asks still muddled.

"here, you either love one or the other. In the next few weeks you'll think everything is gray, but in reality, it's either black or white" Vagus says in a defeated voice.

"This is far more complicated than I had expected" Kanton sighs.

"You have no idea, son. You have no idea."

"So we do whatever our stylist instructs us to do, unless it is rebellious?" I ask trying to get back on subject.

"Yes, unless it is dangerous. A few years back a rebellious stylist tried setting their tribute on fire, and the poor kid was incinerated" Vagus shudders at the memory.

"Okay, I'll do my best", I flutter my eyes and smile.

"We must hurry! We are behind schedule! Right left right left!" Our escort starting shouting frantically while pushing us through two large white doors. How rude! She was the one who had forgotten us while she was doing who know what.

"Now Rosary you sit in this room" she said leading me to the door on the right.

"and you, Kenton, will sit in this room" she said pulling him into the door on the left.

"Tudaloo" she shouted as she ran to get back to whatever had previously occupied her time.

The room was barren and white. It made my skin crawl and my heartbeat quicken. It was far too white…and far too quiet….and I was far too alone. I heard the footsteps of my prep team outside of my door, but I couldn't shake the isolation I felt.

The magnificent building was gorgeous, filled to the brim like embellishments; but, when the rationalization that this simply was a decorated prison with an empty filling, I felt strangely connected to the disguised building.


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