The next morning, I wake up earlier than we are supposed to and walk over to Cato's room. I knock lightly, not wanting to wake him up if he is still asleep. He opens the door quickly though, as if he was expecting someone.

"We need to talk," we both say at the same time. I look down and he grabs my wrist and pulls me into his room, an exact copy of mine.

"What is this?" I ask him. He drops my wrist and we just stand there. I never expected this to be what the games was like. I wondered if this is what happened to everyone.

"I don't know. It's up to you," he tells me. I feel more uncomfortable than I've ever been.

"We just need to focus. I don't think either of us have time to get in a relationship. Plus, if anything gets out, it could totally change the way this happens. I don't want to win because of you. I want to win because of me," I explain to him. He just nods.

"Well, if that's what you want. I'm always open," he offers me.

"I better get back before they actually wake us up. Oh, and this changes nothing right? Just forget about it," I tell him, turning the door knob.

"Yeah. See you." I leave, pulling the door shut behind me. I don't want to turn around and see what I've just turned down. I look down both sides of the hallway and dart across to my room. I open the closet to find an outfit picked out for me. I check the tags and it is exactly my size and from one of the top designers in the Capitol. I tug on the skinny jeans, animal print top, and the cream colored oversize sweater. I decide to still wear my ballet flats from home. They are brown with little bows on them.

"Wake up! It's a big day!" I hear Tabia shout from outside my door. I wait a couple of minutes and then head to dinner. I've tried to clear my mind and it seems that it didn't take long for Cato to clear his. Or, maybe he is just a good actor. We will be the first train to pull in, so we had to both wake up earlier and eat faster. I pile some eggs, sausage, and a muffin onto my plate. Breakfast conversation is nonexistent. We all know the plan back and forth and I can say it in my sleep.

I'm excited to see our costume for the tribute parade. District 2 gets the best designers and costumes, so I know we'll look the best. The television is turned onto the reapings in the connected room. When I finish breakfast, I climb over the back of the couch, sitting by Tabia, who looks disgusted that I just put my feet over the couch.

I make some mental notes. The boy from 11, Thresh, is huge. It would be nice to have him on our side, plus people from 11 are already trained with swords, even if they don't know it. That is also a threat if we don't bring him over. It shocks me when 12 volunteers. Who does that? That girl must have a pretty terrible life to willingly enter an arena where a trained killer like me will rule.

I look pretty good, if I do say so myself. Other than that, no big notes. The girl from 5 has a fox shaped face and I can tell she is already scheming. She might be interesting. The 12 year old from 11 has no chance. I like easy targets. They make my job easier.

"We're here!" Someone shouts, I think Lyme. I run over to the window, eager to give the people their first impression. I try to keep my face stone cold, but a wave or two slips out. I think people liked me more when I waved, so I keep waving, but make a mental note to never do that again. During the tribute parade, I will be strong like expected. I will be what they want me too.

We are told that someone will get everything from home from our rooms and we head out of the train station. I notice that all of the Capitol people have even more colors and makeup designs than Tabia. One girl has the longest eyelashes I've ever seen and they are orange.

But, I don't feel scared at all. I feel excited. I feel alive.