"Mother, do I really need to dress like this?"

"Yes Melovine. You must look presentable."

"But we're touring the past Arenas!" I say, not trying to show my frustration, "This is just going to get dirty."

"Fine, Melovine, but you must bring the dress with you. We'll be touring for a week, you know."

Mother walks out, and I start browsing my closet for more practical clothes to wear. It takes me a long time to decide what I would wear, but I eventually loose black pants and a loose red shirt. As I walk downstairs, my mother looks at me in shock.

"What?" I question, looking at her with an accusing look.

"You look like a hooligan." replies mother, with every hint of truth in her voice.

I thought she would make me change, but she lets me go in my 'horrendous' attire.

After a few minutes of driving to the train station, I see other people entering the train, most likely for the tour. Mother and I make it just in time, and we enter the train with our tour group.

This tour was courtesy of the Gamemakers, as my father was one of them. Most of the time, he returned with his breath smelling like alcohol. Mother made me promise never to drink, but I knew I would break it someday.

As I take a seat on one of the soft chairs, I look at the other people on this tour. After a few seconds, I realized that I was the median age on this tour. There were immature seven year olds, adults looking at about their late twenties, (I wasn't sure, they could be fifty with all of the plastic surgery they've had) and older people, with their receding hairlines and outlandish wigs. All of them were either friends or family of the Gamemakers. Then there was Melovine Aurelius, also known as me. Fifteen years old, shiny brown hair, perfect peach skin, and radiant brown eyes. These were all natural looks, unlike some people my age, who already had taken to plastic surgery and contacts and dyes. I was perfect. No one is as close to perfection as I am.

After what seems like forever, we arrive at the hovercraft, which will take us to the various launch rooms of the tributes from the 392nd Hunger Games. The tour would be from that arena all the way to last year's Arena.

This time, the ride was only ten minutes. As we approach the hallways of the launch rooms, the tour guide said we were allowed to run off and see the launch rooms for five minutes. Then, we would actually see the arena.

I split up from mother, then run off to the District One Male's room. Aurum Majeton. He was one of my favorites in that Game. He was killed in the bloodbath sadly. Betrayed by the Girl from 2, Kaya. That idiot. Aurum was the driving force in that alliance. That and everyone noticed that she killed him. Kaya was murdered in her sleep by the other Careers.

I didn't like those Games. Tension grew too quickly between the Careers, and there were only two left after the fourth day. That year, the girl from ten won. Her name was Jess or something. I didn't like her. She was way too kind and humble for her own good. She was five feet eleven inches, and she was really muscled. Jess seemed weak emotionally, and she escaped the Careers twice due to their bickering. What was wrong with them that year? They were all weaklings, with the exception of Aurum. Aurum. Aurum.

I think I'm in love with a dead man...

I waste all of my time thinking about those past games, and a voice tells me to step onto the platform. I whisks me up slowly. It felt awesome, like I was going to be in the Games. I could actually imagine myself as a Victor. Melovine Aurelius, the Victor of the 400th Annual Hunger Games...

I am blinded momentarily by the light of the Arena. The golden Cornucopia was shining as bright as it was eight years ago, excluding the blood stains.

We all go up to the Cornucopia, the kids running around, attempting to resemble the tributes.

"I'm going to kill you, girl from nine!" Yelled one boy triumphantly, standing over a girl.

"Wow," I thought, unimpressed, "That girl from nine was Marrie, and she didn't even die in the technical bloodbath. She was killed by that boy from six during the evening. He lodged an axe in her temple."

Kids have no knowledge these days. They probably weren't even born when these Games occurred. Children are such simpletons.

After a few minutes, we gather around our tour guide, Cyrus Burgum.

"Hello all, and welcome to this tour!" Cyrus says excitedly. "Today, we our touring this fabulous arena of the 392nd Annual Hunger Games! Now, can any of you children tell me what type of arena this is?"

A slightly chubby kid walks over, and starts saying," Um... a bunch of humpy thingies?" He says, quite confused. Hills kid. They were hills. Stay in school.

"Sure, let's go with that." Cyrus says in his overly annoying voice.

We start walking towards the east of the arena, where there used to be moles that could drag you underground and kill you. I heard they made good food if you managed to kill them, though.

I stay in the back of the group, looking at the scenery of the arena. It may have been a deathtrap to the tributes, but it was beautiful to me. It's all part of perspective, I guess.

I ignore Cyrus' speaking, mainly because I knew a lot about the arena already. He was only for the ones that weren't born yet or had vague memories of these Games.

As Cyrus keeps flapping his mouth off, I enjoy the feeling of just walking around the Arena. How do tributes hate this? This is the most awesome place ever.

A/N: Hello everybody! I'm back with another chapter, and I will shorten the tribute form, due to advice from "many" sources. I'm sorry if you have already submitted and put all of your work in it, but I'm shortening the form. There are still many spots left, so submit your tributes, and I hope to see them soon. :)

-lonewolf009