The sound of the screaming woke me up from my eerily cheery, happy dream. I stepped out of bed and ran into the sitting area, where Lulu, dressed in another outfit, was sitting at a large wooden table doing her makeup. Andree must've been in her room, but Travis, who had noticeably been sleeping from the tired, "just woken up" aura he had, was sitting at the window gawking. Soon, I was there with him with the exact same look: amazed and disgusted.

We looked into a pool of color: pastel skin shades, neon hair colors, and bright clothes made of the finest fabrics. Uncountable Capitol citizens of every hue of the rainbow were jostling for the best view and cheering. Cheering for us, the District 5 tributes, who were about to be thrown in an arena to try their best to survive for their entertainment. I felt at that second as if I was a little doll, and controlling me was President Snow. These screaming humans were supporting this cruel, twisted idea, and that made me sick.

Not soon after that we pulled into the Capitol train station. Without a word, the four of us disembarked the train and walked right into a stone skyscraper with a crystal door. There was an elevator to the right, and it was made of glass so you can see below you as you go up. We went to floor number 5, and Lulu said, "Welcome! Are you excited?" Silence. Is she being serious? Is she that crazy?

Yes, she is. Without another word, Andree showed us to our rooms. I got a purple room, with its own bathroom and everything. It was spectacular, royal, and had the Capitol's finest luxuries and technology. Andree then announced we would meet with our stylist as soon as possible. Great. While I waited, I was thinking of a complicated algebraic derivative and I dozed off…

"Wakey, wakey!" Piped an annoying high-pitched voice. I opened my eyes half way, and there stood Lulu. She wore a leopard leotard and a purple tutu. I sat up. "What are we doing?" "We are going to see your stylists, silly." Said Lulu. I followed her out of my room into a long hallway with crystal studded flat lamps on each side emitting eerie blue light. We turned right into a shiny wooden door.

Lulu escorted herself out of the room, leaving me in a sterile white room with only a cot and a sink. An Avox girl, who looked to be about my age, rolled in a cart with many tools on it. She walked away and in walked a team of silent, brightly colored stylists. They said nothing to me, making me feel belittled and imaginary. I mandatorily laid down on the cot, and the woman with stick straight yellow hair leaned over me with a pair of tweezers.

The next thing I know I was free of all body hair other than on my head and my eyebrows. My body was tingly and soft, and the hair on my head was silky and smooth. I wore no makeup but my face glowed with no imperfections. Then, the team walked out and the same Avox followed them, pushing the cart.

I waited in that cot for a long time, wearing just a paper robe. Then, a different Avox girl ushered me into a different room. Travis, who was radiantly perfect, stood near me wearing the same getup. I noticed two people, an older man and woman, sat on a bright yellow sofa near the glass window that covered the whole wall so you could see the whole area. The view was incredible, with pastel skyscrapers and glistening rooftops, but I was too busy staring at the two vile creatures to cherish the scenery.

The man, who had very red skin and bright orange hair, wore a green pinstripe suit with a red polka dotted bowtie. His shoes were the highest platforms I've ever seen on a man. The woman was white. All white; her hair, her skin, and her ruffled chicken sack dress were all the same shade of bright white. They stared at me with an evil glare.

The Dreadful Duo stood up and walked towards us. "Hello," The man sneered. "I am Albus, and this is Senilis." He snapped and the Avox girl that led me in here handed him measuring tape. The lady, Senilis, signaled for Travis to follow her to a different branch of the large chamber, and he did. That left Albus and me, and I shuttered just looking at him. He was creepy, and I didn't want him touching me at all.

Disregarding my wishes, he commanded me to remove my robe and I stood there, naked, as he measured my hairless body. After taking in measurements on a notepad, he told me to sit down. So I sat down uncomfortably on the sofa, unclothed, as he spoke to me. "So, Senilis and I were thinking of doing something different and amusing this year." He grinned and I noticed his teeth were filed to a sharp point with gold caps. Amusing? That meant to me then that I was going to be nude besides little light bulbs to barely cover me up. I wouldn't be surprised if that was what this creep wanted me to wear.

He then showed me his notepad, and there were carefully drawn sketches of a sparkly dress for the female and a slightly less glittery pantsuit for the male. On each figure there was a headpiece that was made of a gleaming, soft looking material. I instantly liked it. "Well, this is lovely…" I said awkwardly. It was unnerving to sit there, having a normal conversation, with no clothes on. It was apparently a typical occurrence to him.

He nodded as if he already knew it was spectacular. He handed me my robe and I put it on. I guess he sensed the discomfort I was emitting. "We will have it made for you before the Opening Ceremony," He hissed. I nodded and then he dismissed me. I walked out of the polished wooden door back to my room, where a new outfit, a gray sweater and tan slacks, were folded neatly on my bed. I got dressed and walked around the room, testing out the finest technology the Capitol had to offer.

There was a machine with a microphone that took your order, and the food was delivered to your door. I walked around eating banana and wheat raisin pudding and investigating the different closet options until I heard a knock on my door.

Then, an Avox escorted me back into the room with the cot. Albus was there, holding a beautiful dress that was more magnificent than the drawing. The soft, glossy headpiece was perfect. I gasped in astonishment. Not only was in beautiful in manner, but it was so flawlessly made. I touched the silken fabric and said, "Amazing…" and he nodded. Then, the silent trio of stylists walked in with another Avox girl following them. This time she pushed a cart with beauty products upon products piled high. I sat down on the cot and they began work.

My pale face was transformed into an unblemished, glowing sheet of silky cream with a gunmetal gray swirly design down the left side of my face. My eyes were smoked out and gorgeous. My hair was up in a twisted design with curled red pieces framing my painted face. My lips were the color of nightlock berries, the deep purple, poisonous kind. Then, I slipped the dress on. It fit like a snug glove, and I felt beautiful in it. The shoes were the most impractical ones I have ever worn. They were a pair of dark purple platform heels that towered me by seven inches. I felt alive and high wearing them.

The most magical part happened when I put on the head piece. I then felt like a goddess, like a queen. I was tall, stunning, and elegant. The feeling was incredible. I knew as soon as I stepped onto that chariot all eyes would be on me. I thanked Albus for helping me make a good first impression and then a different Avox escorted me into the hall.

Standing there looking striking in a soft, shining suit with the same headpiece as me and a silver face tattoo was Travis. He smiled gently in my direction. I felt bad for being so harsh towards him during the goodbyes, but still, I am not going to let him seduce me into death. We stood there in silence from there, until we were quickly ushered into a hovercraft, and then into a set of stables.