Hey everyone! Hope you enjoy the next chapter! I love you all! I probably won't be able to update for a week or two, because it's getting to be crunch time for my musicals! I have rehersal every single day for the next three weeks! I'll try as hard as I can, though! Regardless, I'll need to get up to at least 20 reviews before I post again!

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When I wake up, I am afraid to open my eyes. Afraid that somewhere, maybe close by, Katniss is dying. Or dead already. I gather my courage, and open my eyes. I find that there was nothing to be afraid of. Katniss is safe somewhere on this train full of phony happiness. It's morning. There's grey light leaking through the spaces on the window that the curtains don't cover. I clamber out of bed and dress in the same clothes I wore yesterday. No use in wasting clothes that aren't really dirty. Now that I know where it is, it doesn't take me long to find the dining room. I get there and I see Haymitch nursing his hangover with-- surprise, surprise-- more alcohol. He is drinking a red juice, but adding more and more of some kind of clear, strong-smelling liquid to it with every gulp.

I see Effie, sitting in silence, obviously still flustered by the way Haymitch acted at the reaping and after the recaps last night. Haymitch looks up at me and says, "Hope I didn't smell too bad last night." He chuckles like it's some sort of private joke between us, and goes on drinking. Effie looks confused, and gets up with her coffee and exits the room. Katniss walks in. She sits down at the request of Haymitch, and is immedietly overcome by various servers offering her food and drinks. She looks at a cup of hot chocolate, not knowing what it is.

"They call it hot chocolate," I say to her. "It's good."

She considers for a moment and once she decides to trust me, she takes a sip. After that, she ignores all of the other food and drinks until all of the hot chocolate is drained from her cup. Suddenly she says to Haymitch, "So, you're supposed to give us advice."

He looks up at her and says, "Here's some advice. Stay alive." He laughs.

How can he laugh? That makes me so angry. How am I supposed to keep Katniss alive if our mentor is a drunken idiot who has never been sober a day in his life!? "That's very funny," I say. I lash out at Haymitch's glass, knocking it to the floor where it shatters. "Only not to us." He stops for a moment, and I think he may be considering that I'm right, but no. A second later, I am knocked on to the floor. He has punched me. I look up in time to see Katniss' knife narrowly miss Haymitch's hand. I know I can't get to Katniss in time to save her from the blow that is bound to come, so I look away, not wanting to see it. But it doesn't. Haymitch sits back in his chair and scrutinizes us.

"Well, what's this?" He says, finally, "Did I actually get a pair of fighters this year?" I rise and start to put ice on the swelling that I know is now clearly visible on my face, but Haymich stops me, "No." He says, "Let the bruise show. The audience will think you've mixed it up with another tribute before you've even made it to the arena." That's againt the rules. Everyone knows that. I tell Haymitch, but he just shrugs it off and says, "Only if they catch you. That bruise will say you fought, you weren't caught, even better." Then he turns to Katniss, "Can you hit anything with that knife besides the table?"

Katniss pauses for a moment, yanks the knife out of the table, and then throws it into the wall. It not only sticks, but actually lodges itself between two panels. Wow. I knew the could shoot, but I never knew that she was that accurate with a knife, as well.

"Stand over here. Both of you." says Haymitch, and we oblige. He circles us, analyzing and poking and prodding us. "Well, you're not entirely hopeless," he says. "Seem fit. And once the stylists get hold of you, you'll be attractive enough." He pauses. "All right, I'll make a deal with you. You don't interfere with my drinking, and I'll stay sober enough to help you. But you have to do exactly what I say."

I glance over at Katniss. It's not the greatest deal I ever made, but it's the best we're going to get, so I say, "Fine."

Katniss cuts in and says, "So help us. When we get to the arena, what's the best strategy at the Cornucopia for someone-"

"One thing at a time," Haymitch interrupts, "In a few minutes, we'll be pulling into the 'll be put in the hands of your stylists. You're not going to like what they do to you. But no matter what, don't resist."

"But-" Katniss says.

"No buts. Don't resist," warns Haymitch as he laves, taking his alcohol with him. It's suddenly very dark. We're going through a tunnel. Katniss and I stand there in the dark, everything silent except for the train's roar, until we arrive at the capitol. Then, we can't help ourselves. We race to the window to get a look at what we've only ever seen on television.

The Capitol. It's an array of bright colors and wild-looking people. Their faces are painted, and their hair is every color of the rainbow. Once the people going by find out that this is a tribute train, they start pointing. I wave and smile to them. Katniss retreats, and looks at me with confusion. I shrug and say simply, "Who knows? One of them may be rich."

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P.S.--My friend and I are thinking about writing a Harry Potter fanfiction and possibly a Cinna one, too!! So keep an eye out!

P.S.S.-- If you are into Harry Potter jump on YouTube and look at "A Very Potter Musical"! It's a parody show that my friend and I discovered a few months ago, and it's fantastic!