Hello again, my awesome readers! I'm sick right now, so I really have nothing to do. So, new chapter!

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Sam's POV

District 4

I woke up for day two of traveling to the capital. We shouldn't be very much longer. I was scared. Yeah, I'm 17, but I'm still afraid of dying. I don't think anyone ever wasn't scared of dying in the games. My fellow tribute is Sunshine Corazon. She's only 12, and I feel really bad for her. No 12 years have every won. At the 11th Hunger Games, a 14 year old one, but no one younger has ever won the games. Anyways, I got up and went into my closet and pulled out the closest thing I could find to my normal outfit. I walked into my bathroom and took a shower. By the time I finished and walked out to the dining car, Sunshine, Layla (Our Capital lady) and Sandy Ryerson, our mentor were already in the car. I sit down at the table and take some bread and put jam on it. I eat it, and I am still hungry, so I have some bacon and eggs. As we are eating, Layla starts talking to us.

"So, kids, we'll be arriving in the Capital soon. You will be escorted to your prep room, where your prep team will get you ready for your designer to dress you for your appearance in the show. Caesar Flickerman will interview on his show tonight, as usual. Please be on your best behavior."

"Alright," sunshine says, and I nod my head, "thanks."

"Well, I'm going to leave you three to discuss strategy," Layla said, exiting the train car, "and Sandy, no flirting with the Tributes."

"Fine," he called, but as soon as Layla was out of earshot, he said, "either of you single?"

"I'm not gay," I say.

"I'm 12," Sunshine said.

"Well, if you change your mind, I can give you Intel," Sandy said.

"How did you deal with your nerves in your games?" I ask.

"I had my ways," he said, pulling a small manila envelope out of his pocket, and sliding it towards me.

"Are those drugs?" Sunshine said.

"The best in the world," Sandy said.

"Sam, don't even think about it," She says, "it's a terrible idea. Believe me, I once got sent to a crack house."

"Why?" I ask.

"This crazy girl didn't like me, but I didn't know it. She invited me to her house, but gave me the address to a crack house," Sunshine explained.

"Are you actually going to help us if we don't sleep with you?" I ask, standing up. I'd just about had it.

"Oh, please. Neither of you will make it out there. You both know it, you just can't admit it out loud," Sandy said, and then he left.

Harmony's POV

District 3

Our train pulled into the capital, and I was amazed. The capital was amazing. I had always though our district was amazing, but this was something else. I just could believe how colorful and big it was. I stand up and look out the window at the crowd. The people are even colorful. Wes, my fellow tribute, whose last name I couldn't remember, stood next to me.

"Wow," he said, "I thought I lived in a great place." Wes lives in the best part of 3, as his parents are rich. He attends Dalton, all-boys privet school. He was the lead singer of their showchoir group, The Warblers. I went to a stupid public school, but I was our lead. We are known as the Unitards. Not my idea, but whatever. Anyways, we pulled into the train station, and there were people pushed behind gates waiting for our arrival. They planned it so district one got there first, and so on. People wanted to see there Tributes, or in my case, their Victor. I'm amazing, so I know I'm going to win this thing.

"This is awesome," Was said, "everyone wants to see us."

"You mean me," I interject. No one cares about Wes. I was what they wanted. I strutted down the path into the building where all of the prep rooms were at. I know I didn't need much work, because let's face it, I'm perfect. I'm beautiful, hot, and I have a sexy boyfriend to get back to when this whole joke is over. I know I'm going to win.

Soon after, my prep team arrived. I did as I was told, and stripped my clothes. They washed my hair and what not. I didn't pay attention to what they said. I was the hottest chick in this competition, and I wasn't going to change that. Soon, I was taken to a room where I was introduced to Troy, my stylist. He was pretty cute. He had black hair that wasn't obnoxiously long and his eyes were a sea blue. It would have been cooler if he was a different color like some of the others, but whatever, you know.

"It's Harmony, right?" he says, shaking my hand.

"I'm guessing you are the person here to make me hotter than I already am," I say.

"No, I'm here to help you get people to like you," he said, "and the self – centered thing, it doesn't help."

"Oh, you are just jealous," I say, "whatever. Just do your job."

"Alright," he said, "District Three is technology, so I figured that for your outfit we'd." He kept talking, but I tuned out. I was going to look great, no matter what I wore. So, I honestly didn't care.

Sebastian Smythe

District 2

So, anyways, they had me and my fellow tribute, Lauren Zizes, dressed up in our dumb silver outfits. Our district is masonry, so I guess that has something to go with my dumb silver outfit. I look gay. Well, I am gay, so I look gayer than I actually am. I mean come on, a shiny silver tux? Lauren looked somewhat good in her matching dress. Soon, our stylist loaded us up into our chariot behind district 1's chariot. I know what you are thinking, I sound like an idiot. Well, I'm 14 and I volunteered. I want to prove that not just stupid older kids could win. I'm supposed to be a career, but I never paid attention to my training. I mean, honestly, do you think I'm stupid? I can take care of myself. I don't need any stupid training. As for Lauren, she never even bothers to show up to school. She thinks it's a waste of time. I admire her for that, but I need my education so that I can figure out how to get the people I don't like reaped. Yeah, I know it sounds terrible, but we are careers. We win 99% of the time, because the other districts, besides 1 suck. I'm so lucky have not been born in one of the 12 districts of suck.

Later, the chariot pulls out into the stands with the people cheering for me and my awesomeness. We are second, but honestly, we should be first. We are the best. Anyways, we are brought into the Circle, and President Snow says some things that I don't really care about. Next, our horses brought us back to the beginning, and we got off. We were then lead up to our rooms for dinner. Luckily, we were floor 2, so I didn't have to spend as much time with the losers from the higher numbered districts. Although, the male tribute from 12 was kind of cute, and it would be a shame to kill him, but he had to do what he had to do.

Once we got back to our rooms, we were served dinner. I sat opposite Lauren and ate some random capital food that I had no idea what it was.

"You know one of us has to win this," Lauren said.

"I know," I say, "the stupid district one girl won last year."

"Yeah, I don't see how," I say. Then our mentor, Artie, rolled in in his wheelchair. He was the winner two years ago, but he lost the use of both his legs due to some kind of toxin.

"Hey guys," he says, "do I really need to tell you how to win? We are district 2. We have a strong possibility of wining. I will see one of you again after this thing. Which one depends on how well you play the game." He takes his food. I finish up my food, turn on some stupid television show, and fall asleep, confident I will win.

Sugar Moda

District 1

I woke up in the next morning, knowing I was going to win this thing. I go into the bathroom and take our shower. I take a nice long shower. Unlike the stupid districts, 1 had awesome showers. We could take as long of showers as we wanted. I turned it to make me smell like roses, my favorite scent. The guys wouldn't be able to resist me. I'll make them fall in love with me, and then break their hearts, and then kill them, because I'm that awesome. I left the bathroom after my shower, and flipped through my closet. It wasn't my normal apparel, but it'll do. I pull on a cute pink shirt and blue Capri pants. I walk out into the dining room and my fellow tribute David, is out here already. He's cute, but not my type. Our mentor, Dave Karofsky, last year's winner, is also seated at the table along with our district official. I can't remember his name, but it's not really important.

"Okay," Karofsky says, "the key to winning is intimidation. Remember the chick form like 13 years ago that hid out until she was the last one. She drove the other person into killing himself. You have to use their weakness against them."

"Of course, because I'm going to win," I say.

"Oh please," David said, "you won't last very long out there. You are just a spoiled little girl."

"I'm going to make it so that you will lose," I say.

"Come on you two," Karofsky said, "finish eating and then we have to go to the TV interview. You need to pick a trait and act upon it so that people know that's your thing," he said.

I was first at the interviews. My stylist had dressed me in a violet dress with pink and blue flowers. Before I was put on stage, Caesar Flickerman warmed up.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to this year's annual hunger Games interviews. First up is District one's Sugar Moda!" I walked onto the stage, and he shook my hand, and I sat down. I'd decided to play the sweet card, which wasn't hard.

"So, Sugar, how do you like the capital?" he asked.

"It's very interesting and colorful. It's a wonderful place you have here," I say.

"Well, thank you," he said, "so, how do you think you will do?"

"Well, I'll try my hardest to win," I say, "There is a really hard competition this year."

"Well, I'm sure you'll do fine," he said. I kept answering his questions as sweet as I could. After my turn was over, I went back up my floor and watched the other stupid Tributes. I had this in the bag.

Well, meet your tributes! Who do you think will win? More importantly, who do you want to win? Just a recap of the tributes and their ages:

District One: Sugar Moda, 16, and David (from the Warblers), 18

District Two: Sebastian Smythe, 14, and Lauren Zizes, 16

District Three: Wes (From the Warblers), 18 and Harmony (the Gerber Baby), 15

District Four: Sunshine Corazon, 12, and Sam Evans, 17

District Five: Unique Adams, 15, and Noah Puckerman, 15

District Six: Mercedes Jones, 16, and Mike Chang, 13

District Seven: Finn Hudson, 14, and Tina Cohen – Chang, 14

District Eight: Rachel Berry, 12, and Rory Flannigan, 12

District Nine: Santana Lopez, 15, and Joe Hart, 13

District Ten: Kurt Hummel, 18, and Brittney S. Pierce, 14

District Eleven: Jesse St. James, 18, and Quinn Fabray, 18

District Twelve: Blaine Anderson, 17, and Becky Jackson, 14

Well, see you again soon

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