A/N: Holy crap, you guys are AMAZING, and I absolutely love every single one of you! There's a complete list of you reviewers and alerters at the bottom, and some responses! =D I haven't got to tell you much of anything, so to make up for it, I'm telling you three things:

1. Yesterday, during math, my math teacher says, "What is the length of the tree?" I raise my hand and she calls on me. I smartly answer, "The tree." "No, the length of the tree is not the tree….." -_-

2. I have Atomic Turquoise hair, so people have alternated between calling me a Smurf, Smurfette, A Lady from the Capitol, and Natural Rainbow

3. People walk by me "subtly" singing The Smurf Song (LA, LA, LALALA, SING A HAPPY SONG!) It's quite funny. =)

Glimmer's P.O.V.

He is big. Like, big as in ripped.

He and his partner are clothed in golden armor and helmets with golden wings. He's standing with his side to me, but if he turned to face me completely, I have a feeling his face would be just as attractive.

Let me tell you, there is nothing hotter than a boy with muscles, in my opinion.

But, as if he's read my thoughts, he turns to face me, and he is no boy- he's a man.

His short, close-cropped blonde hair goes rather nicely with shining baby blue eyes. The golden breastplate of his armor seems to outline all of his muscles, and his jaw is set, giving him a dangerous look.

A half-smile, half-smirk forms on my face, but as soon as I realize this, I twist my mouth into a scowl. Before I can tear my eyes away as well, a smirk forms on his lips, like he's amused at my reaction and odd facial expressions.

I look away, my eyes on the chariot I'm approaching, but I can feel his gaze on me as I pass.

The chariot is plain white, but the bridles and straps on the horses are all decorated with jewels and gems of varying colors, sizes, and shapes. Topaz stands back, biting her lip as Wen helps me up into the chariot. Fabio flits around Marvel and I, fussing over little details and giving us specific instructions on what not to say/do.

"Just smile, wave, and look like a winner. It should be simple, but believe it or not, many have messed it up." Fabio says sternly, looking Marvel square in the eyes. I suppress a snicker.

"Well, Fabio, I don't have to try to look like a winner; I am one, it comes naturally." Marvel grins a dazzling smile.

Fabio tutters away, mumbling something about ignorance and overconfidence. Topaz fixes me with one last reassuring smile, then follows suit.

"Good luck." Wen gives us a thumbs-up and leaves to watch from the mentor's box.

"So." Marvel turns to me, his look of lazy confidence gone, replace with intensity and seriousness. "Us being allies is a given, right?"

I give him a look. "Yes, you dolt. I can't believe you really had to ask that." I roll my eyes, my face hard.

"Well, you have been known to be rather….unpredictable." Again with that God-damned grin.

I'm about to smack him before I remember I can't, because it'd be against the rules and could get me in lots of trouble. However, I do vow to smack that grin off sometime before one of us dies.

Instead, I settle for asking a simple question.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I demand, fixing him with a cold stare.

"Nothing, nothing." He raises his hands up in defense. "It's just that you're kind of hard to figure out, you know?"

"Are you sure you even want to figure me out, and know me? Isn't it easier if you don't? I mean, at least one of us will be dead, in the end, and if it comes down to us, wouldn't it be easier?" I inquire.

His eyes darken. "Yeah." It's short and clipped, and I'm sure I've struck a nerve. He turns to face the front, as do I.

So, it seems Marvel may just be like me, in a few ways. He still has a bit of humanity in him, under that cool and collected front. Maybe he doesn't want to do this, and that front is exactly that: a front. Maybe he did it to keep up his reputation, like me.

I glance over to see him mentally evaluating a little girl from an outline district, eyeing her much like the way a predator eyes it's prey.

Or maybe he is just a prick like I originally thought.

I'm thinking about what would happen if it came down to the two of us, when suddenly a girl with a neon green wig and a clipboard barks out an order for everyone to prepare for chariot launch.

All of the remaining mentors and escorts scatter, and a trumpet sounds.

It's met with a roar from what can only be the crowd, and with a jolt, we're moving. As soon as we breakthrough the velvet curtain, harsh, bright lights pierce my eyes, making me squint in what I presume is an unattractive expression. I recall Fabio's advice and smile brightly, waving my hand like royalty. The crowd roars it's approval.

"Laaaaaadies, Gentlemen, and everything in between: I give you the District One Tribute of the 74th annual Hunger Games: Marvel Windhill and Glimmer Morannnnn!" Caesar Flickerman booms. The crowd goes into a frenzy as I begin blowing kisses to the crowd, and winking at the cameras.

Everything in between? That's awful.

Marvel grabs onto my hand, and it takes all of my willpower to not recoil at his touch. I smile brightly as Marvel whoops, raising our entwined hands high into the air. The crowd is in a frenzy.

Soon, the District 2 Tributes- Cato and the small, lithe girl- come out, then the next pair, and the next, and the next, until finally the girl from 12, who I am told volunteered for her sister, comes out, with a blonde boy. Their hands are up in the sky as well, much in the way ours are.

I crane my neck to see what is making the crowd go so berserk and can't help the involuntary gasp that escapes my lips.

The District 12 chariot is on fire.

Flames lick up the sides of it, dancing around on the Tributes' costumes. Marvel grabs my arm and yanks me back around to face the stage where President Snow awaits.

I wrench my arm away from him and shoot him a glare, but he's too busy giving a glare of his own- at nothing in particular, but it's full of hate and anger.

I inch away from him. He looks rather dangerous in this state, and his expression is murderous.

Soon, the District 12 chariot rolls to a stop, the flames vanish, and Snow stand up, calming down the crowd. "Happy Hunger Games!" He booms. "I present to you, the official Tributes of the 74th annual Hunger Games!"

How many times is everyone going to say that? The official Tributes of the 74th Hunger Games? Why do they have to refer to us as the Tributes? I am a person. I have a name. I have a home. I have a family. I have dreams. Plans.

These thoughts so consume me, that I barely process that the chariots are back behind the red velvet curtain, that my team is congratulating and comforting me, and that Cato is still eyeing me openly.

I have a younger sister and an older brother.

I have caring parents, even if they don't show it at times.

My name is Glimmer Fiona Moran.

And I will go home.

Even if it means killing the boy from the same District as me.

Even if it means killing buff, blonde, attractive Cato.

Even if it means defying President Snow.

Even if it means defying the entire Capitol.

I will go home.

A/N: Bah, I hated the ending of that chapter. That whole chapter was pretty bad, really. Sorry it took so long, but getting Cato's description and Glimmer's reaction and such was difficult. Anyway, much more detailed descriptions and such next chapter! I pinky swear! And Cato/Glimmer interaction! Training begins! Cato talks to Glimmer! It's so exciting, I could just nerd spazz all over the floor!

Speaking of which, I did that today when I found out that…I'M OFFICIALLY A PUBLISHED AUTHOR! Yeah! Unfortunately, it's not a book or anything….it's one Haiku, in a 200 page Haiku book. But still. Ginga-In-Ravenclaw is also in the book! Yeah! =D

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