Anastasia Mellark's P.O.V

I stared at my mother, she looked nothing like she did before.

Her old prep team got a hold of her. Her dark hair was usually braided was now loose and curly. Flavius also dyed it. So there were no longer streaks of grey hair. Her grey eyes looked dark and mysterious, and she was wearing a long red dress. She looked awkward in it, my mom never wore dresses all I've ever seen her in is her pajamas or something with her hunting boots.

"Your turn!" Venia said as she dragged me into what was once our washroom.

Makeup was cluttered all around the counter, glitter must have spilled so it shined on the corner of the sink and nail polish bottles were fallen over.

They made me take off my clothes, waxed my hair and pushed me into a bath in a matter if ten minutes.

"How did you do this to your hair?" Octavia yelled while she brushed the tangles out from it.

"I should cut it!" Flavius piped grabbing a pair of sharp scissors.

"No!" I shrieked grabbing my long locks. My hair was my pride and joy! If they cut it, I would have nothing to play with while I was bored in class.

Venia sighed, grabbed the scissors from Flavius and placed them on the counter "The girl wants her hair, let her be with it." She smiled "Besides! She looks so much like her mother with her hair like that."

I almost wanted them to cut my hair now. Don't get me wrong I love my mom. I just hated be compared to her. Everyone expected to be like Katniss Everdeen the girl who was on fire. With her sparks igniting the rebellion and it turning into a inferno until they won the war. I've seen clips of her. In the games- her interviews, her sparkly dress, and her and my father in the cave, but I have also seen my mom in a midst of a war, running for her life.

But I was not Katniss. I can't shoot a bow to save my life, I am not as brave as her either, and to be honest I hate the woods. I would rather spend my day in the bakery with my dad. I was kind of a loner and didn't have any friends. Sure, people have tried to be friends with me, but the soon they figured out my 'stunning' personality and stopped hanging out with me. Nick was the one with all of the friends, he was also exactly like my mom.

"Did you know that Gale Hawthorne is finally coming this year?" Octavia gushed to Venia.

"Really?" Flavius said peering around my veiny feet, he was painting my toenails. "Did you know that he has a daughter with Johanna Mason? Well technically Johanna Hawthorne."

Hawthorne? That name sounded familiar. OH! He must be related to Posy.

"Goodness woman, you have fairly narrow eyes!" Venia remarked, all I could see was her large eyes staring at me.

I frowned. I've always had pretty small eyes and Nick always made fun of me for it.

"Aww, now we can't do the same makeup looked as her mother!" Octavia complained.

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I leaned closer into the mirror and smiled. I would never admit it, but I kind of liked getting all fancied up.

My blue eyes looked much larger and bluer then they did before. My hair was pinned up with a few wavy pieces framing my face and I was wearing knee-length ruffled turquoise colored dress.

My prep team kicked me out of the washroom and grabbed my dad, not before he showed his protective side and told me to change out of the dress.

"Why are they doing this so fast?" I asked. Usually they took forever at getting us ready.

"They also have to go to the other victor's houses." My mom said nervously.

Why was she nervous? Was it because of Gale? Now that I think about it, my dad seemed nervous too. What did Gale do to them?