Yahh! We got to 100 reviews! I just hope this story will be just as successful as Another Mellark. Well I told You I would update a chapter on wed so here it is :)

Oh and just to let you know, in my story, Cinna did not die ;)

Dahlia's POV:

We arrive at the Capitol today and it's nothing I ever imagined. The buildings tower over us as we pass mobs of camera and reporters. Coltin and I go to the window to see more of the Capitol. He starts to wave at the reporters who go mad with pictures. I start to wave to and in the corner of my eye, I see my mother get up and leave the room. I guess this is all too many memories for her.

Coltin and I continue waving until we go under a tunnel. We just stand there, watching the dark bliss zoom past us. Then we turn to each other. No boys- I repeat in my head. I give him a small smile and walk over to my dad.

"You okay?" He asks me. Not really I think but I can't tell him that because then he's going to ask why and I don't feel like explaining it.

"Yep," I reply. My dad stands up and pulls me into a hug.

"I love you," He whispers into my ear.

"I love you too," I say, allowing a tear slip. I brush it quickly before anyone can see it. I look over to Coltin. Then I realize how lucky I am to have my parents being the mentors. I get to have them until the last minute of my death. Unlike Coltin, who saw his parents for the last time for 3 minutes in the Justice building.

The train pulls up and luckily, there are no cameras or reporters. Instead, we are in front of the Remake Center. Then Effie comes in.

"Well, are you ready?" she says. I nod my head and give my dad one last hug. I wonder where my mom is. I want to say good bye to her because I don't know when the next time I will see my 'mentors.' Effie gathers Coltin and I and leads us out the door and into the Remake Center.

We walk down the hall where there are two rooms with the number 12 on them. Effie tells me that my room is on the right and Coltin's is on the left. I say a quick good bye to Effie and then I enter my room to meet my prep team.

In my opinion, they look creepy. But to them, it's beauty. They greet me and have me lay on a metal table. I do not like this part. It makes me feel uncomfortable. I change into what looks into a hospital gown and they get to work on me. The wax just about every part of my body and do my nails. The twist and pull my hair in totally different directions. When my hair's done, they move onto my nails. They paint the base gold with flams on the tips. Why flams? Then they do my makeup. They say I have so much natural beauty that they won't need to put so much make up on. Finally I am finished with the- what they call- alterations. Now it's time to meet my stylist.

A man walks in and looks at me. Then he turns to my prep team and says something. Then he dismisses them.

"Hello Dahlia, I'm Cinna, your stylist," He says.

"Hi," I reply.

"I was you're mom's stylist when she was in the games," He tells me. No surprise there.

"Oh, cool," I say with fake enthusiasm.

"You have your mother's beauty."

"Thank you." I reply. Then he goes on about what he dressed my mother in and how he wants my costume to be similar. He pulls out a garment bag and unzips it, reveling my costume.

The top is shimmery gold, with real looking flames rising up from the hems everywhere. The collar is high, with flames covering it. It is long sleeves with flames shooting up my arms. My skirt is just about the same, with its gold background and fabric flames. It seems impossible but the fabric flames look real. The head piece is a headband with flams. How do flams resemble coal mining? Well I guess it does blend and resemble somehow.

"Cinna, it's amazing," I tell him and he nods. "But what do flams represent?"

"Well I figure that you burn coal so burn with fire. Also.-"He trails off and looks away. I catch his eye and he continues. "You mother was the girl on fire. Since you her daughter I thought I might bring the girl on fire back," He says and now it all makes sense. I have been hearing things like 'the girl on fire's daughter,' or 'girl on fire is back!' Stuff like that. Now I know what they mean. I nod my head and Cinna helps me get into my costume for the tribute parade. Cinna adjusts the flames on my skirt as I admire my costume. Then he places the head band on my head.

"Beautiful," He comments. I smile gratefully and turn in the mirror. I wonder what Coltin will be wearing. My prep team comes in and raves over my outfit. I smile and after my prep team is finished telling Cinna how great he is and how gorgeous I look, it's time to get to the chariots. I look at myself one last time in the mirror and Cinna leads me out. We walk down to the training center with my prep team following behind.

"Just be yourself," Cinna tells me.

"Okay," I reply and we continue to walk. We finally get to the room with all the chariots are. I see all the district's costumes. They are all so creative and all relate somehow to their district. We reach district 12's chariot and Coltin is already there. Along with his stylist and prep team, my parents and Effie. Coltin is wearing something similar to me. But he's wearing pants instead of a skirt and all the flams are in different spots.

"Oh Dahlia, you look beautiful," my mother tells me.

"Thanks," I say. Cinna helps me into the chariot and then Coltin climbs in next to me.

"Have fun, you two!" Effie says.

"Just wave and smile!" My dad says. Coltin and I nod our heads and then I see the doors open in front of me. I see district 1's chariot go by and then 2.

"You look beautiful," Coltin says to me. Wow! He thinks I'm beautiful? Maybe he does like me. And then I remember the Hunger Games.

I give him a smile because he probably wouldn't hear me with all the cheering. We wait our turn until to ride out. Finally I feel our chariot moving and we ride out into the crowd.

I wanted to bring the 'Girl On Fire' back! I hopped you enjoyed it! I will post the next chapter on friday because I'm really busy on thurs. Thanks for reviewing and keep up the good work! :)