I stood silently on the stage while Katniss picked out the boys. A few of them I knew, most of them I didn't. The Capitol was a big city. Next we would pick out our own districts- this way our stylists would know how to dress us for the parade.

Validia Kelder and Ajax Vamos were District 1. Delphi Holloway and Raff Perthshire got District 2. Hestia Phallis and Xanther Winnow picked District 3. Katri Allardyce and Leonis Keene were put in District 4- which was both an amazing and sad coincidence, because Katri and Leonis were cousins. Silver Selkirk and Baron Skrim, who I knew hated each other, found themselves thrust together in District 5. I wondered if they would be the first to kill eachother.
Thistle Lockhearst and Cronin Frax got District 6. Otillie Snow (President Snow's granddaughter, who I wasn't surprised to see picked) and Septimus Erdvine were District 7. District 8 had two new members,Merope Herriot and Alto Jardine. Nim Ardlace and Magnus Duncain were in District 9. Finola Hinders and Grodin Baye were District 10
Two girls and two boys were left. Me and Merope Herriot, and Phox Naysmith and Roman Galloway. I knew Phox Naysmith from when I was little, he was kind. I wanted him to be in the District I picked. Please, please, please. I would prefer to be with someone I knew.

We all put our hands into the bowl. The paper gave me a papercut, making my finger bleed. Mallory's paper said District 11. Of course it did. She and Roman Galloway joined District 11, leaving me and Phox with District 12. He gave me a small smile, and I nodded my head in awknowledgement. He was too kind to kill anyone, he wouldn't last a long time. But, the Games change everybody.

"Now, of course, you've seen the Capitol but you haven't seen the inside of the Tribute building. And you haven't seen the Capitol the way it is now, not the inner city, all the refugees were on the outskirts of the Capitol, weren't they?" The woman who was riding in the car with me and Phox said. I forgot her name about two minutes after she introduced herself. She was our escort to the Tribute Building, which still stood on it's original foundations, though some of it had to be repaired.

"Now since you're District Twelve, you do get the top floor, and that means roof access although I wouldn't go up there if I were you, I hate heights." The escort was babbling on cheerily. She wasn't actually a Capitol woman, and the anchor tattoo on the inside of her wrist suggested she was District 4- fishing.
I wondered if she was actually this nice or if she was just enjoying me and Phox squirm with panic like ants under a magnifying glass. She looked nice enough, with pale brown curls and big warm brown eyes, but who knew what hid underneath her cheery exterior?

"We aren't actually District 12." Phox told her, even though it was obvious. "Why aren't you looking after the fake District 4 kids?" He had noticed the tattoo as well.

Our escort smiled, but her smile was tight. "We were put in a random order, to make things fair." She told us. I scoffed mentally at the word fair. It wasn't fair to punish us for our parent and grandparent's mistakes. Still, I sat silently until we pulled up to the Tribute building. I stood silently in the glass elevator up to the penthouse suite. Then at dinner, I had to talk.

"So, what are your strengths?" Peeta Mellark asked me. When I had first arrived at dinner, I was surprised to see Katniss and Peeta there, but our escort (whose name I found out was Mollie) explained to us we had to have two mentors who were once victors from the District we chose. Katniss would guide us in training, Peeta would get us sponsors. Or, I should say, try to get us sponsors.

"I don't really have any." I muttered unenthusiastically.

"Come on, you must have some." Peeta said kindly. Why was he being so nice to me?

"Nope. Not really." I said, staring down at my plateful of food like it was the most interesting thing in the room. I could hardly wait for the food, it was going to be some of the best food I'd had in years, which were mostly just rations and canned food that always tasted slightly like metal.

"We'll find some." Katniss added to our conversation. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her put her hand on Peeta's, meaning, stop. Good. I didn't want to talk. An Avox came to serve us dessert. She was tall and willowy, with bright red hair that contrasted against her porcelain skin.
"Hello again, Lavinia." Katniss smiled at the red haired Avox. They knew each other?

"N-Nithe to thee y-you again." Lavinia stuttered. Capitol surgeons were made to make tongues for all Avoxes. The surgery had just been perfected and after not speaking for so many years, the Avoxes all stuttered and stumbled over their words. It was difficult to make out what they were saying- some still preffered to stay quiet.

Lavinia served me raspberry ice and left. I stirred the ice around with a spoon until it turned into raspberry water, thinking about Avoxes. We had three in the house I lived in- A tall black haired man with blue eyes who waited on my parents hand and foot, a girl with brown hair and soft grey eyes who waited on me and another girl who, when I was little, took care of me. If I am honest, I was never kind to my Avoxes. I told them what I wanted and yelled if they didn't do it exactly right.

Looking at Lavinia, I quite regretted it now. They were people too, and they were being treated worse than I was right now. "I'm done." I said, abruptly standing up and knocking my chair over. An Avox man immediately came over to pick it up. I ignored him, and ignored the stares of Phox, Katniss and Peeta.

I went into my room which was suddenly too big and spacious- I was used to sharing an apartment with some other Capitol refugees. I would have stayed in my own apartment but there were too many memories there, of my parents. They wouldn't be mourning the loss of their daughter to the Games, they were dead. And if Peeta or Katniss couldn't find a spark of potential in me, I would be dead too.