Hello readers tody not only am I updating but aplogiesing and and thanking. I sorry for make lots of yuo wait to read the update but I was growned. Hey I'm still a teenager i'm bound to make mistakes and get grownded and lose my compter prevliges but I am back now and I will update my other story soon. Now for thanks I have thanks to my last guest who reviewed. It made me think my wrighting wasn't crapy and yes I have thought about the idea "ship the child of said katniss and Peeta with the said child of Finnick and Annie" But i have also had other I deas thats why I put up a poll so for those of you who are reading this and have acounts please not only reviwe but vote. And mockjay whisle to you all. Now on with the story.

Tonight I will sell my soul to the capitol. Prep goes as it normally does but this time I don't think it will take as long. When I come to the prep room Candice and the Pink three are waiting for me. "Good morning Willow ready for prep today?" Candice greets me. "Hi Willow, we can't wait to do your makeup" The pink three squeak at me. I sigh and say okay and once again everyone leaves the room for me to change also once again I am alone in the prep room face to face with the paper rope again. So I strip down and put it on and let my wild dark hair out of its pony tail. Then there is a knock on the door and the pink three walk in again. The pink three give me at list 6 baths again with disgusting rose scented soup. Then they wash my hair at list three times, then they trim it again and finally blow dry it till it is a buff ball. The girl's stat the stupid waxing again! Vicsin washes my feet and scraping them too, then the girls move on to my hands and give them a moisturizing and then they paint my toe nails and finger nails a shimmering pale green.

Then they move on to my hair putting them in curlers and under a heating thing. When they let me out of that weird heating thing they use a curling iron on my hair. Then I sit in the large metal chair as the girls do my makeup. They put a pale green shadow on my eyes and then a layer of dark green. Then they put some black stuff on to make the shades of green pop with in my eyes. The soft pink blush is put on my cheeks and then a pale rose lip gloss and lipstick. Vicsin turns me around to show me what I look like in the mirror. I hardly know the girl staring back at me as myself because she looks so much like a girl. Not a Capitol girl but a girl with taste and class the true from of a girl much like my ante Prim. When I was young I would hide in my Ante and Uncles closet and watch them through the broken boards of the door panels. I would watch my Ante as she would apple her make up. Sometimes even my Uncle would come in after his shower only wearing a towel when I was young it made me feel sick but I knew it was as close as they would get to a storybook romance. And maybe they would have had a child together if it wasn't for us. I sigh at them memory as I know it is long gone now. My Ante and my Uncle still love each other but my Ante Prim doesn't ware make up anymore. I guess after so many years of working as a clothes washer, working till her hands bleed because they were dry, and the scolding patches of skin from the boiling water, she gave up on trying to be beautiful. But those memories have showed me what true love is because even after my Ante got silver shards of gray hair and stopped wearing make up, my Uncle still every morning he would kiss her good bye and call her beautiful. It almost makes cry, that I took those small moments for granted, never think they maybe that last time I hear Ray make some stupid joke or hear my Uncle call my Ante beautiful.

Candice comes in the room and says, "Willow is everything okay?" Ow yes its fine really I'm just scared I won't do a good enough job to get me the sponsors I need to win the games. It's not a total lie I am scared I won't do what I need to do to get the spongers I need but what I am really scared of is the way I took the morning of the reaping for granted as much as I did not noticing that those small moments could be part of the begging of the ending is my life. So I make a promise to myself that if my life really does come to an end in the arena, my last moments will be spent remembering the small but wonderful memories of my life as I fade into darkness. Candice smile and says, "don't worry will you will knock there socks of there feet and get a whole ton of spongers. I smile and I know I will also remember how good Candice was to me.

I stand up And see the dress Candice has made for me it is perfect. It is a dark green dress, with black lace flowers on the tight bust, With a long flowing skirt and a lace up back. I step into it slowly as if stepping into a warm bath or a new body. Before I can even blink the dress is laced up and I am stepping into white high heeled slippers that complement the dress perfectly. I stand in front of the large mirror and look at myself if my Ante could see me now she would probably think I look like my mom and for once I would not hate hearing that for once I wouldn't mind being compared to my mom because I know as much as I hate her for what she did, I know she was consider pretty and just maybe I would be consider pretty.

I am no longer Willow Mellark, the girl living in her mother's shadow. But Willow Mellark the tributes girl for District 12 for the 125 games, who is about to have to go for her interview with Chip Filckermen. I walk with Candice to the line up of the other Tributes. And as Candice wishes me luck as she walks off to her spot in the crowd with the other designers, I notice she is dressed up. She wares a capitol designer dress, her cherry red hair is pulled into a tight bun and her chunky gold shoes are more present then ever.

One by I watch as the other Tributes walk to clam there fate and show the Capitol who they are.

Hope you guys liked this chapter another willl be coming up soon to make up for how long you guys had to wit for this one so. So reviwe and vote OXOXOXOXOXOX Catdely