Previously, in 357th Hunger Games...

"Listen up!" someone yelled. It wasn't President Coin, it sounded to young. I put down my bow and walked around the dummy that I was shooting at. Annabeth followed close behind. It turns out it was the sensitive girl with gray eyes the exact same color as Annabeth's "You people aren't here for the reason you think." She said, radiating hatred for what we were about to find out about. "You are here to-"

Katniss POV

"-fight to the death in an arena. See these people around you? You were invited to kill them. All for pleasure of the sick Capitol people." I finished. Whispers shot through the group of tributes. Annabeth leaned back on Percy's chest, anger in her eyes. Shay was smiling faintly. Hermione sighed, fingering a wooden stick in her pocket. Max grabbed Fang's hand with one of hers, and Angel's with the other. Peeta put his arm around my waist. "So, who's ready for a make-over?" I said weakly.