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Well I guess that makes one person on this train that doesn't believe my "nice girl" act. But it's not Cato that I need to think of me as a good person. It's Cazzle. Without Cazzle, I don't have sponsors. While it's not spoken of often in the other districts it is said daily in two…A mentor can only hope to get one of his or her tributes out alive. Obviously because there is only one victor, and if only one tribute from two will receive the sponsor gifts, and advice from Cazzle; that tribute will be me. I wipe my mouth down and invite Cazzle onto the couch. "Do you mind if we go ahead and start discussing strategy?" An odd smile creeps onto her lips and I widen my eyes intently.

"You can cut the act Clove. I know how rude and sinister you are. It's okay. I'm just like you. I plan on getting you out of that arena alive; I've been planning this since I returned from my victory tour."

"You mean…you didn't even give Cato a thought…you had already picked me years ago?" "What does it matter to you? You're gonna have to kill him anyways."

"I know…I just wanted to hear you say I was you pick again. Thank you Cazzle."

"Well…alright then. So, I was thinking we'd play on your size for the games."

"What do you mean? I can throw a knife with perfect precision, and I could hit that small crease in between your scrawny eyebrows. I don't need to bulk up!"

"Cool it kid. I just mean…you're on the young side for a two tribute. But that will help us. You need to keep up the nice girl act. The others can't see you as a threat if you're two feet shorter than them and keep your skills hidden until the tribute parade is over."

I nod in reluctance to keeping up this air head, sweet girl mask. "Fine."

"When we arrive at the capital in the morning you will wave to your fans. You will stay polite, and you will not let the cameras catch you without a dazzling smile or innocent look on your face. Do you understand this?"

"Yes. I think I can handle it." I stomp off to my room and shut the door, with a loud bang. I throw off my boots and dress and pull on a big sweatshirt, that I'm sure was a mix up and was supposed to be put into Cato's room. It's yellow and soft so I decide to keep it. I wet my hair so the curls vanish and pull it back into a ponytail easily. I leave the bathroom, and stare at my feet, as I walk back to my room. I bump into somebody and shove him out of the way.

"Don't you dare say anything Cato!" I look up into his shining eyes and try to not get lost in them.

"Nice to see my ally being so friendly. Games getting to you kid?"

"Never. Now get lost Cato…"

He holds his hands up in defeat and sits in the small room off the hallway. I walk into the kitchen and dismiss all of those annoying avoxes, it just leaves me and our escort, Jeorrie, drinking something in a mug. When he sets his eyes on me he sets his mug down and walks towards me. "Hello Clove. How are you doing tonight." He grabs my small wrists into his fat hands and holds me back to examine my sweat shirt, it comes down to my knees but something about Jeorrie looking at me like this makes me uncomfortable. Why didn't it make me feel this way when I ran into Cato dressed like this. "Well yellow is an absolutely beautiful color on you…" He kisses my cheek affectionately and that's when I feel like it couldn't get weirder so I throw my wrists out of his hands and slap his face. "Don't you dare touch me again. Do you hear me?" He holds his hands up and his huge lips disappear into his mouth and he just smirks and walks away.

I cross my arms and run back to my room. I bump into him again and I begin panicking. What am I supposed to say now?

"Clover? What happened? I heard you yell something out in the kitchen car. Are you okay?" Cato doesn't seem frantic….more worried or confused I guess. It makes me a little less mad at him that he doesn't seem like he's trying to flirt with me so I don't yell anything back in his face.

"Nothing. I'm fine."

"I don't even know why I bother trying with you. Now I get it…I'll leave you alone until the games. See you tomorrow…ally."

Cato disappears without another word, not even a goodbye. My stomach is in knots and I'm not sure why. I climb into bed and feel the soft fabric around my face.

Before I feel like I can blink I'm being screamed at by Cazzle to get up…something about how I have to get to my stylist. I have a tank top and skirt laid out for me to wear. I moan in discontent with my outfit but pull it on anyways, the boots make it better…I suppose. I skip breakfast with ignorant Cato and that creep of an escort, Jeorrie.

After another hour of staring at the wall waiting for them to gather me for the arrival, Cato peeks his head through the doorway. "I was told to come grab you. It's time to go meet our stylists." I nod and get to my feet and stand at the exit to the train with Cato. Here we go Clove. You're here with the careless Cato…and Jeorrie tried to make a pass at you. You can handle a few cameras.

I take a deep breath and open the door that separates me from the life of a tribute, and the old Clove.

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