I had started my training that afternoon by throwing knives at an old dart board. I was pretty bad in the beginning I almost never hit the board but after 2 hours I rarely missed the bulls eye. Fang watched, laughing when I was way off.

I practiced until we reached the capitol around 7 that evening. When we did arrive, there were was thousands of people cheering. lots of people had tattoo on their face or cat whiskers or weird eyes. Some had pink hair others had green or blue. It was very different. Not at all like district ten.

The younger tributes were so fascinated with everything, hugging the windows, some waving, most smiling. But the older ones knew. They knew they would die. We all expected to die. I don't think any of us expected to come out. And that was good right? No, high hopes or expectations to live.
We pulled up to a tall building. I noticed some of the other districts getting of their trains and walking to it. Most in awe but there was some that acted like that it was common to have a lot of this.

Amanda led us to it. She was excitedly telling us all about the capitol and its people. Telling us about how we would get to meet the one-who-is-the-one tomorrow morning. We crammed to an elevator. We stopped on the 10th floor, I was too tired to actually look around, but we were assigned rooms, family got rooms together. But I wanted to room with Fang, so I snuck out later that night and went to his room. He was practically waiting, and i fell asleep in my pyjamas.

The next day.

I woke up early, Fangs arm was wrapped around me and when I tried to me he only pulled me closer and I could feel his smile on my neck, like we were back in district ten.

"Fang, I'm hungry. Will you come get food with me?" Then he sat up, he was in some satin pyjamas too. Black. Just so like him.

"OK, good, you'll need to eat for training today."

And we walked to the huge foyer. Everything was made from glass, to the chairs and couch to the fridge. The counters, just everything. We picked through the fridge and Fang made me biscuits and eggs. I found several cartons of orange juice, and I drank one. By myself. It was my second favorite thing behind chocolate chip cookies. I've only had those twice. OJ I've had several times.

We ate then Amanda was up and she sent us to see our designers.

Fang and I walked hand in hand to the building next to us, but dropped hem at the door and we were greeted by several people, one man had many piercings all over his body and face, one girl had long nails and cat eyes, but the last man looked normal. No tattoos or abnormal piercings, just two in each ear. He spoke.

"Hello, my name is Osvaldo, you can all me Oz. This is Ashworth and Shalynne. The are going to give you a good scrub and get all the dirt off, give you a shave and wash your hair. You'll then see me. I will be doing your outfits. See you soon."

I was rushed away by Ash, given a bath and had all the hair brutally plucked off of me. I was given a sheet like thing and was sent to a different room were I was met by Fang and Osvaldo. Oz was describing the outfit he was going to do for us. Telling us that everyone was going to be different. I was given a dress that had one shoulder piece and on the opposite side it had gold ruffles that matched the jewelry and the black boots had gold netting over them.
Fang emerged in a suit with a golden and god shoes.

"Now your two outfits are so close to being the same because it's obvious that you too are a couple. The other outfits will be black and gold too, but you two look like a couple now."
"Wait, how did you know we wer-" Fang was cut off. "The was you too looked at each other when Max walked in. Duh."

Oh. Well okay then. More of the tributes were getting ready by the time me and Fang left to go to the chariot hall.

When we arrived there was only other one other tribute from district twelve, said his name was Tobias.

Well at least we got to meet the other competition before most of us were murdered.