Aurora Williams POV

"Look Aurora! We're here!"

I raise my head and look out the window. The Capitol is right there before me. The tall buildings rising from the earth, and I can just make out the people wandering around the streets.

It approaches quickly, I don't have enough time to prepare myself for when we pull into the station and tons of creepy Capitol citizens seem to be awaiting us. I back away from the window, I can't stand looking at them.

"You okay?" asks Nick.

"I'm fine," I say, "Just don't want them seeing me before the remake centre..."

The train comes to a halt and we are directed to the doors. We take a car to the remake centre and me and Nick are instantly separated.

I find myself being striped all of a sudden. "Stop!" I commend, "I'm sure I can take off my clothes myself, my brother hasn't been dressing me each morning you know."

My prep team back away slowly and I strip down until they tell me to stop, when I am naked. One of the woman tells me that I have to stay still until they tell me I can move. They begin ripping pieces of my skin off and I'm forced to undergo the pain. Once they are done, I practically emit a whine.

I wait for my stylist to show up. She's a girl, thank goodness. Her long purple hair almost reaches the floor, her sparkly red eyes glisten in the lamp light. She's a monster, just like the rest of them.

She circles around me, dealing with any other "imperfections". "I have the perfect idea for yur chariot costume," she says, "I was thinking about how we need power to keep our lights lit. Then, I thought about light. I want to focus on the different colours of light, then it hit me. Aurora, that's your name. Tell me, what do you think of when I say Aurora and light in the same sentence?"

"The aurora borealis?" I ask.

"Correct," she replies, "Do you see where I am going with this?"

"Your going to dress me as the aurora borealis? Is that even legal?"

The woman laughed, "Of course it is. I got Nick's stylist to work with it as well. Tonight, there will be northern lights!"

Nick and I stand side my side in our colourful outfits. My strapless dress constantly changes from one colour of the aurora borealis to another. Nick's suit seems to be doing something quite similar. The way our outfits reflect the light truly make us look like District 5.

When the chariots come to a halt, and the president begins his speech, I take a minute to look around at my fellow tributes. I ha seen most of them in the reaping recap, but their prep teams had made some of them almost unrecognizable.

I wondered who I would ally with, if I would ally at all. I know that Nick had a plan to get involved with the career pack somehow, but I have no idea what I'm sopposed to do.

This is the 33rd hunger games. Standing around me are my potential killers.

Who am I kidding? I can easily kill them before they kill me! Just watch, I'm going to win this thing.