"Great" I think sarcastically another day of makeup, waxing, and high heels.

Twinkle ushers me to some room to work on my strut in the 6 inch spiked heels.

Damn I hope I a least have 4 inch ones, cause these are extremely uncomfortable.

Twinkle's high-pitched voice brings me back to my senses.

She says, "Angel you're natural beauty and great at walking in heel so why are you not excited for your time to shine?"

Because you idiot I want to say I'm competing in a contest to the death.

We sit there- at least she does while I perfect my strut in silence.

Finally she tells me that Mags is waiting for me.

I gratefully smile when I leave at least my mentor is slightly more normal.

I knock on Mags's door lightly and to my surprise she answer's and is not alone. There is none other than the notorious sex god of Panem Finnick Odair.

Finnick won last years Hunger Games, in the matter of several days, once he got the trident, which I believe is the most expensive gift ever in an arena it was easy victory.

"Um, hi" I say then I mentally beat myself up why would me, Angel ever say that?

"Hey Angel" "Your score was very impressive." He says then grins cockily.

"Thanks" I answer awkwardly. Then I turn to Mags and say, "I have no clue what to do for my angle?"

"It's obvious." Then we both turn towards him. He still continues on, "You just like me, we are both very attractive people. I think if we played you as sexy you would be perfect." I smile at his compliment.

"I guess." I'm a little unsure of being sexy because I

personally I don't find myself that attractive.

Well on the other hand Finnick is the youngest tribute to win the games. So he may have a better perspective on this situation.

"So do you agree?" he asks. I nod my head.

Then launches into a bunch of questions. What I don't understand why doesn't Mags help.

At the end she finally starts to help. Then my prep team rushes in. Oh the joy I feel. I think sarcastically.

They're the chefs that are preparing me, the pig for slaughter. But, inside I know it's not really their fault.

I get into the tub filled with some kind of gritty lemony foam. They scrub me super hard. Then I'm getting into less offensive concoctions as the time passes.

Eventually they rub some stuff they call cocoa butter which smell great and makes my skin feel like silk.

My hair is starting to get curled with a machine called a curling iron. My nails are painted silver.

I get silver glitter sprinkled on me and my eye makeup is a cat eye with sliver eye shadow.

Then finally, Nervus comes in and tell me to close my eyes and slips a heavy cloth item I can tell that it's about 2 inches above my knees and extremely heavy.

I blindly clutch someone's hand and put my feet into the heels, which are thankfully several inches shorter than the ones Twinkle made me practice in.

I go over to the mirror and look and see my mother. Wait, no that's me. I look breathtaking.

My hair cascades into waves my sea-green eyes sparkle. And the dress…. The dress is beautiful a one strap number and looks like a shorter version of a Greek dress colored in the shade of a dark turquoise. My shoes are pumps with sparkles that shimmer when I walk.

"Thank you!" I scream. And then I hug Nervus and the prep team so tightly that they actually tell me to stop.

Then I realize that I'm a contender not to be reckoned with in these games. From my strength to looks and deadly accuracy.

Then Dune and I are led to the elevator and to the training center when there's a stage in front of it. Then I take a good look at him.

He looks dashing in a black suit and a tie that matches my dress. "You look good." I say and I hear him say "Not bad yourself Seawallder."

I smirk and say, "Well now we're on last name basis?" the light mood spreading in my voice.

He then gives a curt nod. "Ok" I say "Well good luck." He answers "Likewise."

We file silently onto the stage I give a confident wave to stand out. And some of the audience waves back and I smile.

You own this I think. You're awesome, smart and most definitely unforgettable. That calms me significantly.

I look at Caesar and see his hair, lips, and eyelids are neon pink! It's better than when he had red one year and looked like he was bleeding.

Then the interviews start off. Ruby gets the ball rolling by gushing. And Lumian by acting menacing.

Alcie acts bloodthirsty and so does Percy. I guess the apple doesn't fall far from the tree. Considering most tributes and victors from 2 are bloodthirsty killers.

Enobaria slit a boy's throat with her teeth and got her teeth after the games inlaid with gold and sharpened.

Both from 3 come off as witty and smart I think I'll probably avoid them, they're both good with technology while most districts like us, barely know how electricity works.

It's like a daze when Caesar calls me up. Instead of shaking his hand I give him a kiss on the cheek. He looks very surprised, but recovers immediately. He starts off by asking do I have a boyfriend. I giggle and say "No, but some of the people here are very cute."

He asks he what I like most about the Capitol. And I say "The enjoyment of not having to eat seafood everyday."

Then the audience starts cracking up. I allow myself a big smile. "So Angel you made a huge splash at opening ceremonies." Then he says, "Pardon my pun." I answer, "Yes I love both my costumes."

He moves onto a more serious subject. And asks if I have siblings. "I do I have 2 little sisters and a little brother. They mean the world to me and I don't know what I'd do without them."

He nods then asks, "What did you say to them?" I clearly say, " I swore I would win and do whatever it takes to get home."

The buzzer goes off and we shake hands again and he says, "Best of luck Angel Seawallder tribute of District Four."

And then I silently walk off. I listen to Dune play the nice one and joke around with Caesar.

Finally after what seems like forever we finally go back to our apartment.

Dune and I ride up in silence. Finally I say "Good luck." He says "You too." We go to bed I know I won't sleep because I'll be thinking of the arena's I may be thrown in from frozen wasteland to scorching deserts.

I start humming a lullaby that mom used to sing to me when I was a baby. Frozen tears gliding down my face, soft breaths of life. I still have a chance.