I step up into the chariot in my idiotic tree costume. Yemenda, who is still my stylist, is excited and sad to have me again. "So, I've decided to make you trees again since there's not much more we can make you," She says, and shrugs.

"Whatever," I say, but my voice gets muffled as I pull on the headpiece and wait in my chariot pulled by tree-trunk colored horses. Oh, how creative. I'm about to turn around and insult Yemenda with this thought when the gate's open and District One's horse starts rolling out.

I'm not going to wave. I'm not going to smile. I'm going to stay perfectly still, look straight, ahead, not look angry, or happy, or anything. My mouth is going to stay in a perfectly straight line.

I can't wait. It's going to be fun.

Our chariot rolls out. I look straight ahead and accidently wham my hand into Blight's side. He doesn't wince,despite my hand hurting badly now. Instead of showing the pain, I drop my hand down and look straight ahead. I hear screams of Johanna and wish I could hide my face under this stupid costume.

Well, I get lucky, because District 12 rolls out and steals all the glory with lighting up suits. I glance over quickly, and yes, they look ravishing. Cinna. Portia. District 12? How could they get such amazing stylists, when all I have is freakin' Yemenda?

I tear my eyes away and look at the President waiting out on his balcony far away in the distance. Blight's like a statue, not even moving the slightest bit.

When the President starts his speech, he looks at me with those snake-eyes and I challenge him with my eyes before he looks away and focuses on Katniss instead. When we finally get back into the training center, I immediatly head over to Finnick, who offers me a sugar cube. I accept and we embrace, as we'd never thought this would happen.

I glance over at Katniss, who, in her last Games, refused to look at Peeta naked. He was dying, she still wouldn't. She's so pure. Me and Finnick had discussed messing with her when she was a mentor, but now would be a fun time. I chew on my sugar cube.

"I think I'll strip in front of her," I conclude.

Finnick laughs. "Yeah, it creeps her out."

I swing my head around. "What do you mean?" I ask supspiciously.

"Look at my outfit. I got really close to her and told her about the Capitol telling me secrets."

"No?" I say, shocked.

"Yes." He nods. I smile and laugh.

"I have to get to know her anyway. She seems a little cocky to me," I accuse.

"Johanna, you know I love you, but you're pretty cocky." Finnick stares at me.

"I am not!"

"You are!"

"Ugh. I'll just ride the elevator with her. But I'm gonna keep these slippers on. They're pretty jammin', aren't they, Finnick?" I ask.

"Sure," He says sarcastically, and walks away laughing at his own cute little jokes.

We're finally allowed to go back into the training center, and I rush up towards Katniss and Peeta. They probably won't recognize me from under here, so I pull of my stupid leafy hat and toss it back, not caring where it goes. I fluff about at my hair, as if then it will be fixed and roll my eyes.

"Isn't my costume awful? My stylist's the biggest idiot in the Capitol. Our tributes have been trees for forty years under her. Wish I'd gotten Cinna. You look fantastic," I compliment, with only a hint of sarcasm, but she doesn't notice.

"Yeah, he's been helping me design my own clothing line. You should see what he can do with velvet," Katniss answers. By her tone, I can pretty much tell she's lying, but I pretend I don't notice.

Velvet. Where have I seen it on her?

"I have," I say, finally remembering. "On your tour. The strapless number you wore in District Two? The deep blue one with the diamonds? So gorgeous I wanted to reach through the screen and tear it right off your back."

She looks a little frazzled and scared, and I want to smile. I hit the up button on the elevator and since we're waiting, I feel this is a good time to make my move on creeping the crap outta her.

I unzip my tree outfit and kick it away as far as I can, disgusted with how it looks. Still wearing my slippers of course, as I told Finnick I would. But that's all. "That's better," I say.

Of course I get on the same elevator as them and I start to chat with Peeta on the ride to the Seventh floor as Katniss pretends she's not freaked out. "Your artwork is really amazing," I say.

"Thanks," He'll say, and we'll continue to talk about colors and the creativity at drawing the Games.

The elevator opens, and I walk off. I can just hear Peeta laugh a bit as the doors close and I head to my room to change. Well, not change. More like re-dress.

I pull on a cute little top and some jeans. I put on socks, but no shoes. I hate shoes. Then I just sit back on my bed and think about all the current events that have happened so far. In all the things I've been juggling lately, I haven't had time to think about them.

So, as I lay on the bed, I think: I won the 68th Hunger Games. I killed only 2 people. I went on a Victory Tour. I refused to sleep with men. President Snow killed my family. I was a mentor for many years with Finnick and Haymitch and everyone else. District 12 won for the first time since Haymitch. 2 people won for the first time, ever. The Quarter Quell was announced. I got picked at the Reaping. Now I'm here, preparing for another Games that won't be normal.

Blight walks in. "Come with me," He says, and I don't question him like I normally would. I just don't feel in that kind of mood today.

"Okay."

He leads me the same way we did yesterday, and when we're halfway there, I know where exactly we're going. Back to that place in the Woods. I guess Haymitch is having another meeting. When I walk in, I realize we're the last people there.

"Now what?" I complain, because I just want to sit on my bed and get my rest to prepare for the Games. It's about the best I can do.

"We need to discuss something. Plutarch, have you gotten the wire in the supplies?" Haymitch asks.

"Yes, I've made sure it'll be there," Heavansbee nods, and looks towards Beetee and Wiress.

"And Beetee, make sure you get it, whatever the cost may be," Haymitch continues.

"Yes. I will do my best to retrieve it without..." He cuts himself off.

"Being slaughtered," I finish. "Don't worry, I'll watch your back, Beetee. You can trust me."

"Nobody can trust you, Johanna." My eyes fly across the table and land on Haymitch.

"What do you mean?" I ask, a bit angry.

"You're unpredictable."

I have to think about this, because yes, this is true. I am unpredictable. You never know what I'll end up doing.

"I'm still going to make sure he gets it, okay?" I say.

"I'm not saying it's a bad idea," Haymitch stresses. "It's a good idea, but just be careful. I don't need you going and dying on me."

"You think I can't fight off the others?" I laugh.

"Oh, I know you won't go down without a fight, Johanna," Beetee says. "But he just cannot afford to have me and you both die in the first thirty seconds."

"We won't!" I say, and lean back in my chair, finished my conversation with the group.

"You're so stubborn, Johanna," Finnick says, smiling, and then turns back to the group of people and discusses what he's supposed to do.

I don't want to be allies with Katniss Everdeen. She's cocky, she's much too confident in herself, and she's too blunt. She can't lie, she has a little sister who acts six, she's odd. I don't like her.

This is going to go swimmingly, I think sarcastically.