It's about 9:30 when I'm aroused by Lilly McFleeden for breakfast, and my prep team. I slip on a green top, and light brown pants. It's not like we'lll be on camera today.

I'm hustled to a black limousines, and in a few minutes time, arrives at a small square that appears to be in the middle of town. The area seems to be a shopping center, and in a dark corner, an elegant building stood, and the building was devoted to hunger games tributes.

I'm escorted to the door, where a group of three take me to a room, strip me down naked, and begin to wash me in some sort of chemical that burns my skin. By the time they let me out, my skin's a light shade of pink. Next, the scrub me, which makes my skin really raw, and my skin begins to look irritated. Next comes a water bath, with actual H2O. It helps soothe my skin a little bit, but not entirely. After that, They begin to stick patches of fabric to my skin to pull out all of my hair, except for what's on my head.

I try to hide my pain when my prep team begins to pull of each strip of cloth, but I can't hold back a grimace.

After what seems like hours, my fashion designer, Min Toilmety, began to measure my lengths. Apparently my legs and arms were abnormally long. As soon as he finished writing down the measurements, he allowed me to put on my robe, which I gladly did. He dismissed me, and I put my green top and tan pants back on.

The peacekeepers escorts me to a hotel, where I was led to a fancy hunger games tribute place, with 150 massive quarters for escourts, tributes, and victors. Appearantly, I had room thirteen. Lucky me. I explore a little bit, but I'm soon called down for dinner in a fancy dining room.

I follow the group of district one to the elegant and fancy room. I have a seat across from Aquamarine.

"So, um, tonight's the chariot night, right?" I ask. She nods.

"Yes, you'll be seeing Mecin later tonight to get dressed in your dress." She answers. "Anyway, I hope I get to see you in a few weeks!" She says excitedly. I can tell that she thinks I have a really good chance at winning the games. "Oh, more advice. Don't fully trust anybody, and don't go looking for fights." She advises. I nod.

"That seems about right." I say.

"Oh, by the way, what are your specialities? Aquamarine asks me.

"Well, I'm pretty good with swords and throwing knives, but I'm best with a bow. Sure I almost never miss my target in throwing knives, but I can get a clean shot and split arrows in half." I answer proudly.

"Well, you probably want to work on your swordsmanship, since swords are very common in the arena. You might also want to memorize some herbs to help heal faster if you get injured, stung, or burned." She suggest. "I want to be able to be your friend after the games too, so promise me you'll be one of the final to." She says.

"But- That means that I'll have to live longer than- what- 46 people. That'll be near impossible!" I say.

"Ah, don't think that way. I know that if you try your hardest, you can win." She says, before she can stuff a fork full of ham in her mouth. "Oh, and between you and me, memorize desert plants. I overheard some of the game makers debating, and a forest or desert landscape, so I'd look up both. That way you can tell what it's gonna be when they give you your outfit, so you'll be prepared for both." She whispers.

I grin. "You know, what if I join the careers for one or two days, and grab enough supplies of the really good supplies and weapons?" I whisper. She grins back at me.

"Good thinking, but tell nobody about the plan. It might actually lose you sponsers, or give you more sponsers, because of your sneakiness." She whispers. Once again, I feel a warm feeling inside of me, but it doesn't last long.

I can't imagine how Aquamarine would feel if I died in the arena. She had already lost her best friend in it last year, so if another friend died, she'd be devastated. I had to win the games, but I couldn't kill my own brother.

I think about this for the rest of dinner, whill I eat a few slices of glazed ham, and drink this juice stuff. After dinner, I meet Min in a room by the chariots, and change into a shimmering emerald green coctail dress.

The prep team puts my hair up in a braided bun, and places a crown set with an array of different jewels at the crown of my head. I have about two minutes to look at all of the tributes. Out of the 47 of them, only two look trustworthy, and have the ability to survive for thabout a week on their own. A boy from district eleven, and a girl from district nine, but you never know untill you see them train.

I'm lifted into a large chariot with the three other tributes of my district. Lights flash down on the beautiful square I'm riding down. I look around, and see about a thousand people- some are taking pictures and others are writing notes, and others are cheering on the tributes, and some are glancing at tributes in awe.

We are all beautifully dressed, but one district (I'm not sure which) is wearing a tree costume. Seriously? We're just about to die, and the fashion designers dress them up as if it's Hallow's Eve? trhat's pathetic. I glance forward ahead, trying to remain strong, but remembered how well I did as faking my self weak. Now I could regain some sponsors.

I'm glad when the chariot ride is over, and everybody has to get back into their room. I wipe the little make up that was on my face. It was to cover the thin scarlet scar across my eye- not touching it, but even still it was a scar. I strip off my dress, and lay it gently on the floor.

I look through the drawers, and pull out some soft velvety pajamas, and crawl into bed. At least I'm getting rest for the first day of training tomorrow. Now my score was what I really needed to get sponsors.