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Disclaimer: I don't own the hunger games, but I'm working on it ;P

A/N: Okay! Please don't be mad! I had a HUGE case of writers block! And, I know, this is a short chapter! BUT PLEASE UNDERSTAND! This chapter was the most BORING to write, BUT I promise next will be better!

We don't know what Dame is talking about. Will he literally set us on fire? Or is it just pretend?

Mayze is the first to get ready, and I wait an hour before I finally get ready.

Dame hands me a black leotard. The material is wonderful and comfortable. It looked like it was covered in star dust, and had tiny specks of red, orange and yellow. When I put it on, I saw what it truly looked like. I looked magical in the leotard. I looked like a coal engulfed with flames. Better than last year's one, where the two tributes had to wear actual coal.

As Dame did my makeup, I made polite conversation.

"So, you have a son?"

"Yes. His name's Cinna. He's three. I love with my whole heart." I could hear the smile that was on his face.

"He looks like you."

"I guess so. He wants to be a stylist too. Wants to work with District 12 like his mother and I. Perfect! Not as good looking as Maysilee, but still stunning!" Dame swiveled me around to look at a mirror.

I looked at myself. The same colored grey was dabbed along my face, yet red colored blush and glitter cascaded my eyes and my cheekbones.

"Wow, Dame, I look good!" I wiggle my eyebrows and Dame messes my hair.

"Alright, let's go!" Dame took me to the chariot room, and then is when I saw Mayze.

She was stunning.

"Hey, Mayze. You look, wow!" I say. She gives me a shy smile and pushes me lightly.

"Shuttup, Mitch. Have you seen Janice and Connor?" Mayze looks around, and I do too. I take the chance to look at the other tributes. They look pretty good. Some, like one, are wearing jeweled clothing, and matching bejeweled skin. They all looked utterly stupid.

"Janice! Connor!" Mayze waves. In the distance, I see the two. They are wearing horrible gray jumpsuits. They don't look stupid, but rather, plain and forgettable.

"I'm so sorry, Janice and Connor! I thought the two of you would look, better? Oh, I feel so guilty! I should have made the two of you something else!" Crook gushes.

"Its fine, Crook!" Janice says

"Yeah, Crook, we don't mind!" Connor agrees.

Dame hugs Crook and kisses her on her forehead. It brings a small smile to my face. They seem so in love.

"All right! Haymitch and Maysilee, you're on Chariot Two, and Janice and Connor, you're on Chariot One! Go, go, and go!" Quill pushes us forward, and after what seemed like hours, our chariot leaves.

We see the crowds cheering, not for us, but for the tributes in front of us.

"This is stupid," I whisper to Mayze. She shakes her head and smiles. As we go past, a few people scream mine and Mayze's name. A send a charming smile in their direction, and pull Mayze closer to me, placing my arm around her waist.

Mayze stiffens at this, and soon pushes me away, a blush cascading her face. I laugh and gently poke her in her stomach.

"Haymitch! Stop it!" she huffs. I laugh even harder, and have to balance myself on the railing of the chariot.

Soon, I hear Caesar Flickerman talking about Mayze and me. I look into the crowd and give them a charming wink. They all go crazy.

"You're such a flirt!" Mayze laughs. We stop, and, yet again, President Snow gives a long and boring speech about how stupid all the districts were for rebelling against the Capital, and how we deserve going to the Hunger Games and killing each other off. I've heard it all before.

When Snow is finished, we are taken back to our rooms.

"You all did wonderful! And you, Haymitch, you are just a people pleaser! That was marvelous!" Quill squealed.

I roll my eyes. "I wasn't trying to please them. I was having fun in the very little days I have left on this earth!" I say. I look at Quill, who looks very Sad, and I sigh.

"I'm sorry, Quill. It's very stressful being in the games!" Quill nods her head and walks to her room. She tells us to call her out when dinner is ready. Mayze shoots me a blameful glare and I shrug. I didn't know what I did.

We sit at dinner in silence. Quill had the obvious marks of an hour of tears.

"Um, I'm sorry, Quill. I didn't mean to offend you." I say uneasily.

"Oh, no, dear! It's nothing you said, it's just you shouldn't be thinking negative things! You can win this!" Quill says.

"Yeah, right! The Careers are most likely to win!" I forced out a laugh

"Well, they may have trained since birth, but they can't have dessert. You all, on the other hand, can have as much dessert as you want!" At her last word, an Avox arrived with a tray full of dessert.

We all take a handful of desserts and dig in. We all fall asleep that night in happy bliss.

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