"Strip for me," says Venus. I ponder the creepiness of this sentence but decide that Hamsnitch was right, I should listen to my stylists. Flavor inspects me and they get right on waxing my leg hair, arm hair, and my mustache and beard. Octagon then dyes my eyebrow hair purple and the hair on my head orange. I glance at her and realize she has the exact same style, only her eyebrows are in the shape of octagons.

"You finally look like a human being," Venus compliments me, "now just wait for you stylist, Cinnabon." I sit around for quite some time.

When I finally see Cinnabon for the first time, I immediately realize that he is much better than the Capitol people, even if he is one of them.

"Um… hi," he glances at his hand, "you must be Sara." I shake my head.

"No, no, I'm Katpiss." I must say, that's the strangest way anyone has messed up my name.

"Oh, wait, Sara was the tribute last year… she had such a normal name and died in such a nondescript way I didn't even remember she was gone! Oh, now I remember, we had the most delectable mini hotdogs at her funeral… when you die, make sure they serve those. Just delightful… ahem, anyway… how's it going?"

"Um… well, considering what you just told me-"

"You must think we're despicable," he interrupts me, "I mean, I'm just a stylist who's enabling the Hungry Games by providing my services. I'm doing my part to help, though. I think. I'm not poor-people phobic, OK? I have poor friends!" I instantly like Cinnabon. And I hope he gives me a good costume. All the other District 12 tributes are usually dresses like Mrs. Potts. I hope for something a bit more original.

"So what's my costume?" I ask. Cinnabon freezes.

"Er… well… ah…" he checks his calendar and groans. "I… have something planned… just let me…" he grabs a random huge shirt, "here's your dress!" The "dress" has a campfire design on it with marshmallows roasting. I look at Cinnabon's uneasy expression and stare at my costume.

"I… I… I love it! Cinnabon, how are you so genius at designing?!" I cry, stroking the marshmallows lovingly. I can't quite figure out what this has to do with tea, but it doesn't matter.

When we get to the stadium for the Opening Ceremony, I finally see Pita. He's dressed in a sleek, completely black outfit, aside from the real-looking flames shooting up from his back. I feel terrible for him, getting such a shoddy stylist. Pita's outfit looks awful.

"What are you supposed to be?!" I ask Pita, who ignores me in favor of chewing a piece of sourdough.

I watch as the other districts are presented in their chariots. Massive horses pull each chariot respectively. The first tributes, from District 1, are known as the compliments district. Most people call them kiss-asses. They're responsible for complimenting the Capitol a certain amount of times a year so the Capitol's massive ego doesn't deflate. Naturally, they are one of the Career districts, districts who are well-fed and prepared for the Hungry Games. The Careers usually win the Hungry Games, going on to star in hit TV shows, such as Survivor, which is that show where contestants are put defenseless in the woods and the last one to stay alive wins. You can tell if someone is a Career tribute by the intense amount of evil vibes coming off of them. They also have glowing red eyes from radiation.

District 2 is next. They're the dye district, which is often confusing. One time, there was a fire in one of their work buildings, and they all screamed, "Help! We're gonna die!" Of course, the firefighters realized the workers meant, "we're gonna dye!", and everyone laughed at that stupid mistake as the building burned down.

Additionally, the food district are dressed as stomachs, which sounds weird, but looks brilliant. The mystery district is nowhere to be found, though.

Finally, it is our turn. Pita clenches my hand and I pull back, slightly grossed out at the sweatiness.

"Katpiss, we are both terrified. I think it best if we hold hands, snuggle a bit and kiss to be less alone and afraid." I shrug and grab his hand. It seems legit.

"AND HERE WE HAVE- KATPISS NEVERCLEAN, THE GIRL ON FIRE! AND PITA MALARKEY, THE- what the everloving hell are you supposed to be?!" Caesar announces. I release Pita's hand as the crowd screams about what a poser he is.

"NOOO! Your hand is my lifeline- ahem, I mean, I'm really nervous," Pita protests. He grabs my hand again and I shudder.

At least my costume was a smashing success.