CHAPTER TWO! I honestly hope you enjoy reading this chapter. I honestly hated this chapter, like, alot. Haha, but tell me what you think about it!

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Here's the pronunciation of the names:

Imre: Em-Re (The M in M&M, and the Re is Repeat)

Yael: Yah-L (Ya like in Yatch and the letter l)

Lotte: Lot-te (think of latte, but change the 'a' to an 'o' and hold the t.

Kai: Ky

Just as I was about to propose to Deirdre, the world shatters and the soft breeze is replaced by an ugly breathing noises. I open my eyes and I'm greeted by startling green eyes. Ailia. Ew. Her smile was unnaturaly white, and her light pink skin made her look like a monster on drugs. She placed a strange, white, plastic, cone in front of her mouth and clicked a button.

"GET UP! IT'S TIME FOR BREAKFAST!" The volume of her words boggled my mind and made my ears thump. Before I could swat her off of me she slid off of my chest and onto the ground. She quickly made her way to the door and opened it in a flash. Ailia darted into the hall, while shouting into that cone of thing of hers, "GET UP! IT'S TIME FOR BREAKFAST! GET UP, GET UP, GET UP!" I rubbed my ears, hoping they wouldn't bleed.

I closed the door and looked for any clothes that I could wear. The mohagany drawers were empty, so I was forced to wear the clothes I wore to the reaping. I checked through the small window in the door for Ailia before I left the cabin. The floors were carpeted with was seemed to be fur dyed blue, and there were countless oil painting on the wall. The train smelled like Vanilla, it pleases my nose and almost made me believe for one second that this train was taking me to some tropical island, if any were still in existance, that is. In reality, this train was taking me, and four other teenagers to their death.

I was the first person to arrive in the dining car. I chose the seat in the against the wall, praying that Ailia wouldn't take a seat in that one seat near me. The other dead kids- I mean tributes came in a few minutes later. It seems that no one else had found different clothes for they too were dressed in their reaping clothes. Maysilee sat straight across from me with Micah next to her. Harris sat by my side, and I had to restrain from thanking him.

The last people to enter were Ailia and our mentor, Annalise Krump. Ailia, was still disgusting, especially with her weird hairdo. I mean seriously, what kind of person styles their braids to spike up around their head? Annalise, on the other hand looked normal. Her frizzy blonde hair hand been put up in a bun that left two long strands hanging by her face. Her blue eyes seemed worn out. Ailia sat next to Harris (at least I don't have to look at her) and Annalise sat next to Micah.

The silent servants brought us our breakfast which consisted of tall glasses of orange juice, and a giant plate filled with pancakes, waffles, eggs, bacon, peppers, and ham. I didn't really eat much of it, knowing that the Capitol probably poisoned it to kill Ailia for being so annoying. While I was going over my arrogant act, Annalise spoke.

"Haymitch, you missed the recap of the reapings. You missed a chance to size up your opponents," She said. I looked up at her and saw that she was genuinely concerned. Her kindness is misplaced. I don't need people to fret over me, I can handle myself. I grunted.

"Why does it matter? I don't need to size them up, I couldn't care less," I replied. That was the end of our short conversation. Ailia, being the idiot she is, tried to make conversation again.

"So? How was your sleep?" Her crisp voice cut into my brain with every word she spoke. I just wanted her to not talk, ever again. Everyone was a coward and said that it was a fair nights sleep, but me? I'm no coward.

"It was horrible, thanks for asking," I told her. She didn't seem to care about my negative comment because she started going off again.

"After the train stops you'll be sent to your make up team and stylists," She told us. I groaned, already planning their deaths. Ailia leaned past Harris and gave me a genuinley innocent look.

"It'll be fun! You'll be so handsome! The women will just trip over themselves to touch you!" The only woman I want touching me is Deirdre, and the odds are that I will never make it back to District 12. I'd rather not have countless women after me anyway. Ailia didn't wait for a response because she immediatley moved onto picking Harris apart one piece at a time.

"You're gonna take some work. That hair is like a birds nest. And ugh! Those eyebrows, or should I say eyebrow?" Harris' hands immediatley go to his eyebrow(s) and he rubs them for some time. Then he moves onto his hair trying to untangle it, it's a useless effort. Ailia turns her unforgiving comments to Maysilee who I could tell was trying to hide within her waist length golden locks.

"Your skin! Oh my god what skin you have! Your teeth are ghastly! Please, get them bleached or something!" She begins to rub her face while slowly shrinking into a tiny ball. Micah was the last person having to face Ailia.

"You're just flat out ugly! Did your parents drop you on your head or something?" Woah, backtrack. Everyone in District 12 knew that Micah lived in the orphanage. Her father was killed by an incident with the fence surrounding District 12 just two months ago, and her mother killed herself out of grief. At first it was only Micah's lip that was trembling, but soon her whole body was shaking. I could just see Ailia's blank stare and stupid smile. Micah completley lost it. Tears poured out of her eyes almost as if her eyes were a faucet, and screams left her mouth at an unbelieveably high octave. She got up and ran from the table, Annalise close behind.

"What's up with her?" Ailia asked, still oblvious. I couldn't take her anymore. I stood up abruptly, not giving a damn if the chair fell to the floor. Ailia turned her gaze onto me, her smile faltering.

"What's wrong Haymitch?" She asked. I honestly think she has flies in her head or something. I walk away, when I reach the door leading away from the dining car I say something.

"Forget it Ailia," Then I walked out of the car. I didn't want to stay up and risk having to hear Ailia critique me on my attitude, so when I got back to my cabin I flopped on my bed. I tossed and turned, closed my eyes tightly, and just closed them lightly. No matter what I did I couldn't go to sleep due to the bright light shining through the windows. I jumped off of the cushiony bed and thought of a way to block the light. The solution only hit me when I saw the tall furniture.

The first thing I did was draw the thin shades around the window, it didn't do much. I circled back to the large beaurau; it was both long and wide. I tried to lift it up, but I failed miserably. I resorted to positioning my back against it and pushed. It moved further than I had anticipated and I fell onto the wooden floor. I grumbled and got up again, positioning my back against the mohagany again, only I placed my arms on it also. I pushed and I pushed. Eventually, I actually got it in front of the window. To my disappointment, the beaurau only covered the bottom half of the window. I looked aorund the room for something else to use to cover the window. My eyes fall on a particuarly plush arm chair.

I make my way over to the chair and I croush down, my hands grabbing the edge of the seat from underneath it. I grunted and lifted it up using all of my strength to lift it. With a grunt I stumbled to the window as fast as I could. My stomach collided with the beaurau and I slid the chair on top of it's flat surface. The light was gone from the room. I ran to the bed and jumped onto it, landing with my face in a pillow. I fell asleep quickly.

Once again, my peaceful dream land was shatter by the smiling face of Ailia. Ailia was sitting on me again, her facial expression never changing from cluelessly perky.

"GET UP! It's time for you to go to the remake center!" Before I could reply she slides off of me and leaves the cabin. I sit up in bed, and find that I never had taken off my day clothes, not that I really care. I got off of the bed and deliberatley took a lot of time putting on my shoes and leaving the cabin. When I reach the other tributes, the train has jusr rolled to a stop. I didn't run to the windows like the others did, I had no desire to look at the city whose craving my death. The doors slide open, and of course, I have to see that horrible city.

The tall and glossy buildings have been painted different colors, and they rise so high that I couldn't see the tops of most of them. The streets were large and paved, with fast cars rolling down them. Several Capitol freaks pointed at us and giggled. Some of the waved and smiled. Look at them, trying to be nice. I don't want to look at them, not at all. I put on another haughty smile to fit my fake persona and to hide my intense dislike for them.

Ailia led us to the Remake Center, talking the whole time and never pausing for a breath. On our journey there I noticed how freakish the Capitol citizens actually were. All of htem had hair in crazy colors and styles, their teeth seemed to white, their irises too bright, and their skin dyed different colors. All of them reminded me of Ailia, and I hated them. I don't know them, and I'm glad I don't. They're all clueless air heads who don't know the word normal.

At the Remake Center, I was forced to allow three idiots poke at my naked body, and make any adjustments that they see necessary. Now, the stubble I had been growing had been taken off of m face, my eyebrows have been tweezed, my teeth whitened, and they put some kind of makeup on my face to hide my 'blemishes'. They had tried to put eyeliner on me, but I had yelled at them. Ever since then they had been abnormaly quietm for a Captol citizen that is.

"Oh Imre! You've done a great job with his blemishes!" A fat lady with green hair said to an older man with puffy lips and red hair that fell down to his shoulders in waves. He laughed and waved his hand like he was dismissing her.

"Don't be silly Yael! The work you did on his hair is flawless!" He said in an oddly feminine voice. My hair? What did she do to me hair? I reached up and touched it. The curls had been stled so they were all positioned to facethe front, and the curls that were in the front, fell onto my forehead in a single point. My hand was smacked away by a fairly young woman with bubblegum pink hair and golden eyes.

"Don't ruin her work!" She said in a baby voice. She seemed to have forgotten being angry at me for touching Yael's work because she went right back to waxing my eyebrows. They no longer talked about how each other's work was going, but about some person named Kris.

"Did you see her hair on Tuesday?" Yael asked them both. Imre giggled put this powder thing onto my face.

"It was horrible! It looked just like the hair in District 11!" Imre said to her. Then Imre looked at my legs.

"Lotte, you missed a patch of hair on his leg!" He said in his girly voice. Lotte bent down and held up the leg in question, turning it over. Then she took a big glob of wax and rubbed it onto the last small patch of hair on my body. Then she took this white stip and pressed it against the wax, rubbing it flat. Then without warning she pulled as hard as she could. She held it up and looked at the hairs with a certain distaste. She threw it into the grabage and smiled at me.

"Now you're flawless!" She said giving me a hug around the neck. 20 minutes later, when this form of tortue was over, they informed me that my stylist would be coming in at any minute. They continued chattering about the trends in the Capitol while they packed up their kits. That's when I realized that they're probably the stupidest, most forgettful, and the fakest people I've ever met. If they were bad, my stylist would be worse.

And she was.

Her name was Kai, and she was an idiot. Her crimson hair is probably colored so due to her brain bleeding from her being so stupid, and he turqoise eyes were blank. She had worn a strange pant suit and her high heels made her seem eight feet tall. She was walking around my nude body inspecting me, poking me from time to time. She purses her ugly 'M' shaped lips that were painted purple.

"My name is Kai, you're Haymitch, correct?" She asked me. Her voice wasn't as high pitched as the others, but it was deep and manly. She didn't wait for my answer because she pushed me onto a couch and slid a book with a leather cover to me. I opened the cover and saw the outfit I would have to wear for the Chariot ride. I wanted to throw up in my mouth. I was to be dressed in a clunky coal miners outfit. Please, spare me now.

"This is what you're going to wear," She told me. I sort of worked that out, since it said the words 'Chariot Outfit' underneath the drawing.

"This is the ugliest thing I've ever seen," She looked taken aback and placed a perfectly manicured hand on her heart.

"How dare you insult my work! It's not my fault they gave me the worst district to work with! I'm the one who should be saying this is the ugliest thing ever seen! Me!" She shouted. I laughed at her. She's really is an idiot. At that moment, I didn't have to pretend to be a jerk, I truly was one, and I knew from then on, I'd never have to summon my inner asshole, I just have to talk and it's there.

"Shut up you ditz. I'm the one who gets to die while you watch it with a bowl of popcorn! You're just a Capitol idiot, so don't say anything to me," I yell back at her. She purses her lips again, and doesn't say anything back to me. Instead she gets up and goes to the closet I didn't notice while the stupid prep team remade me. She opened the door and walked in. I could hear the scrape of metal against metal, the the noises stopped and she walked back out of the closet.

She was holding my Chariot outfit, and it was even uglier in person. I didn't even try to hide my disgust, which only made Kai angrier. She took it out of the protective plastic cover and held it out to me. I didn't reach for it. She made this noise at the back of her throat and set it the outifit on a chair. She threw a robe at me and I eagerly put it on. Kai sat in the chair across from me, and pressed a buttton. Food sprang up from the table. There was salad, chicken, and soup. I took a chicken leg and began to eat it.

"I hope you die," Kai told me in between bites of salad. I smiled sourly.

"And I hope you die crossing the street," I say back to her. She scoffs and continues eating.

An hour or two later, I'm in the coal miner's outfit. The hard hat with a light is a bit too big for my head, and the pack around my waist dips too low. The pant legs only go to my knees and it's skin tight. I think they put fake abs in the shirt, because my muscles seem bigger than before. I want to destroy this outfit. I was at the ground floor of the Remake center, and I was being put into my chariot. There were two chariots for each district, since we had twice as many players and the chariots could only seat two.

The other person on my chariot was Maysilee Donner, and she was dressed in a similar outfit. Kai positioned us far apart, and looking in different directions. I looked at the other tributes, and I saw how stupid and brutish most of them looked. I also noticed how much better their outfits were. Now, I felt even more stupid. Kai came back to us a few minutes later and pressed a button on the hard hat, which made the light blink with two second intervals.

The music starts and Kai backs away quickly, but not before deliberatly pinching me first. The doors open and the chariots for District 1 rolls out. The other districts had way better stylists, and they would get sponsors. District 12, on the other hand, would get none. All of the other chariots rolled out, and now it was time for Maysilee and I to make our (horrible) debute. When we rolled out, I was blinded by the flashing of lights. They weren't trained on us for too long, and I don't blame them. Even I wouldn't focus on us.

The chariots had to circle around the square then go into the Training Center. That would take a while, and I'd have to sit her unnoticed or cared for by the general public. I didn't want to look at the reporters, and the stupid citizens, so I focused on the screens that showed us what all of Panem was seeing. The cameras were focused on District 11, who were changed into elegant flowers. Their petals was actaully their hair that was sticking up around their head, and it was dyed different colors. The other hot shot district was District 4, who had turned their tributes into beautiful, shimmering fish.

I too was mesmerized by their beauty. I could already see the sponsors lining up for those two districts. I didn't even notice when we pulled into the Training Center.

I took off the hard hat and jumped off of the chariot. I handed the hard hat to Maysilee.

"Give that to Kai," I tell her. She nods and I walk off to the elevator. I was tired, and I wanted to go to sleep and see my family back in District 12. The three other tributes are in the elevator, and I can tell where they're from just by looking at their outfits. A girl and boy from District 4 are in there with me, along with a girl from District 1. They were both sizing me up as I guessed that the button leading to my floor was the 12 and I clicked it.

The doors closed and the four of us accended. The girl from District 1 got of first without looking back at us. The ride to the fourth floor was a silent one. When they did reach the floor for District 4, the boy tribute looks back at me once.

"You better watch out District 12."

How did you like it? I'm sorry for not making it any longer, the next chapter will carry on in the District 12 floor.

I hope you enjoyed it!

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