I am lying on a table, waiting patiently for my prep team to finish giving more color to my hair. Simultaneously, my leg hair was being assaulted by being ripped off of my skin. They didn't need to work on my body too much, coming from a better off family. They finished their work, greasing down my body and marveling at their work. They look so plastered, so fake that it makes me sick. They look like they haven't eaten in days. If they had a normal appearance, they'd fit right into District 10.

"You look lovely." A thin lady with high, green hair admired. "Wait here for Eleora. She'll be here soon." The prep team, whose names I didn't catch, walked out while I waited for my stylist. I remembered her name from last year. She worked with District 10 last year, decking out the tributes in cow costumes. They looked nice, but those tributes didn't get any sponsors. And they both died on the second day.

I look out the window and saw the tall buildings in my face. The tallest building at home is the Justice Building. It's no higher than two stories, but it is raised by pillars. It felt rather odd that the whole window was exposed. But, I am so high up that I am sure no one can see my stark naked body.

Suddenly, the door opens. I see a young woman walk in, her hair straight down her back. Her hair was a purple hue, but it was a darker shade of purple. It wasn't overwhelming like Kiani's. She wasn't dressed in something exposing or crazy. She wore a simple black sweater and a pair of jeans. Jeans. I never saw a Capitol citizen, let alone a stylist for the Hunger Games, wear something simple like jeans. Maybe this is Eleora's fashion statement. Or she's just not right in the head.

She wordlessly inspected my body. She made slight noises of approval as she went her rounds. Her eyes were rimmed with silver eyeliner. She has worn the silver eyeliner for a while, pretty much every time I saw her on the television. She's young, and she's been the stylist for five years. She worked with District 11 twice before moving up one district.

"You have a lovely figure. I believe I can work with this." She says, handing me a silk robe. I put it on as she starts talking. "Jada, you have natural beauty. That's something no amount of make-up or costumes can give you."

"Thank you, Eleora." I reply. That was something I thought no one would say to me.

"So, you're from District Ten. Livestock. What kind of livestock do you specialize in?" She asks. She asks me like she really wants to know.

"Cattle and equines." I answer.

"Innocent and simple animals. Perfect. You see, the chariot rides are so over done with the costumes. They are too over the top. Watching them ride up in silly costumes year after year for twenty seven years can be dull." I knew she was young. "You aren't going to compare to anyone else, because you have no desire to."

"Come again?" I am not sure where she's going with this.

"When was the last time you felt you were innocent to the Hunger Games and the rest of Panem, Jada?"

A few hours later, I am dressed in a simple outfit. It's the simplest costume I've seen in the Hunger Games so far. And, after watching them at home for fourteen years, I know that my costume won't cause a riot. It's a simple sundress, but in the pattern of a Holstein cow. The dress reached to my knees and I had white leggings on underneath. My shoes were black flats with sparkles adorning them. I had natural make-up on. Little bit of black eyeliner, a little of mascara on my eyelashes, and some pink stuff on my cheeks Eleora called blush. My hair was in braids, two on each side of my head. Woven into the braids are strains of real grass. I lift them to my nose, the scent of home lingering at my face.

We are waiting for the ceremonies to start. I see District 1's tributes going around and looking at everyone. They look...amazing in their outfits. Flitter is wearing a white ball gown covered in green gems, her hair in sexy curls, and make-up strewn on her face. Quaid has a respective costume, a white tux covered in green gems. His eyes matched the gems and I couldn't believe how stunning they were. And...I hate to think about it...about how they might be dead come the end of the Quarter Quell.

I sneak a look to Stiles. I fared better than him, I can tell. He was wearing a shirt and dress pants in the pattern of an Ongole. An Ongole is a cow that is all white and has a strange looking hump on the back of its neck. He didn't get the hump (good for him) and his outfit was basically white. He won't get many sponsors by the looks of it. His stylist, Jarvis, must have been a novice. Or misunderstood Eleora's meaning.

I placed my hand on a horse's neck as I glanced at the costumes. District 4 looks like fish. District 8 looks like a mish mash of clothes. District 7 looks like trees. Trees? The stylist couldn't do any better than a tree? I looked at the horse I was petting. He was a black Clydesdale and he looked straight ahead. I scratched his neck as I waited for any sign for the ceremonies to start.

"You're from District...Eleven?" I hear a male voice ask from above me. I look up and see the boy from District 2, Lucifer staring down at me. His gladiator costume reflected the lights and into my face.

"Ten, actually." I reply, still petting the horse.

"What are you supposed to be?" His brown eyes beat into me. People from District 2 seem mean on T.V, and I know now that they really are. He was making fun of me for being simple.

"Luce, cut it out." Quaid says as he places a hand on Lucifer's shoulder. "Sorry, Ten. Luce just wanted to see who he was up against. What are you, anyway?"

"A Holstein." I reply. This boy in front of me was nice. He didn't do what I expected, like joining Lucifer in making fun of me.

"A what?" He asks. I can hear a joking tone in his words.

"It's a type of cow." I clarify. Suddenly, a voice calls out Quaid's district and he has to leave. Lucifer follows behind him. I get into my chariot, ready to get this over with. District 1 rolls out, and the roar of the crowd overpowers my thoughts. District 2 follows. 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9 leave before I remember where I am. Our chariot is up next. Eleora screams over the music to me.

"Smile. They'll love you! Good luck!"

"District Ten!" a voice booms over the music. Our horses pull out and I see a swarm of Capitol citizens. They are still probably cheering for Flitter and Quaid, but they are looking right at me. I pick up my arm and wave to them. Some wave back, some keep screaming, and I hear my name ripple through the crowd. How can a simple sundress cause this much commotion?

My name is everywhere. I know they won't remember me when the Games are over, but they still scream my name. Before I realize it, a rose is being thrown to my head. I catch it with a flourish of my hand and smell it. Just like home. I wave in the direction of the giver and smile to them. I might have gotten too carried away. I started to blow kisses to them and wave to them. They loved it, anyway.

The chariots pull into a semi-circle in front of President Rector's mansion. He welcomes us to the Capitol and wishes us luck in the Hunger Games. Before he says 'Good night' to the crowd, he says something that completely surprises everyone. "This year, since the tributes will be fighting alongside someone not from their district, there will be two victors!"

My mouth drops as the anthem blares and we make our way into the Training Center. Eleora rushes over to me and hugs me. "You did wonderful, darling." She pronounces the word like 'dah-ling'. "Everyone loved you...even that boy from Two. Look at him." She tilts her head and I see Lucifer ignoring Camilla to look at me. "Let's hope you get someone from an upper district. I know how badly you want to go home."

As we walk towards the elevator, I sniff the grass in my braids one last time. Philomena, you're here with me. I'm proud to say I looked like you tonight, silly cow.