"So, Kayleen, what is your strategy for the Games?" Asks Kilee, trying to make conversation.

"To win," I say shortly, and focus back on my food.

"And Jenik, what about you?" Kilee moves on with an annoyed glare at me. I just shrug back at her.

"Well, I guess I'll just keep Kay alive, or she will literally try and kill me," Nik smiles slightly.

"Well.." mutters Summer.

The rest of the meal is just silence, except for the asking of refills and seconds. It's delicious but I feel weird about what Nik said. Would I kill him if he did a bad job of helping me? It seems cruel…. But the Games are cruel. Just 5 years ago for the first quarter quell, they made us pick who went into the games. It was extremely close, but the girl from 4 won. Her name was Mags.

After dinner, we go to our rooms. I was just standing there, about to part from him and go to my room.

"So I'll see you-" I stopped speaking, surprised when he enveloped me in a tight hug.

"Okay…" I said awkwardly, patting his back.

He looks sheepish and pulls away after 5 seconds. "Sorry, I just felt compelled."

"Okay?" I said questioningly, as he walks away from me, down the hall to his room, leaving me confused and alone.

I went back into my room, showered, and put on pajamas. Then I got into my soft bed and just thought. Tomorrow would be the day we met the stylists and got dressed in clothes representing our District. District 12 is the coal miners-naturally, we look awful and clothed in weird coal outfits.

"Just… go to sleep. You'll see in the morning," I told myself.

…

"KAYLEEN! YOUR STYLISTS ARE HERE!" Summer yelled. Usually it was Kilee waking me up.

"OKAY!" I yelled back.

And I got up, put on a tie-die shirt, some black pants, put my hair in a ponytail, and ran out of my room and down the hall, where Kilee and Summer stood with 3 weird looking people.

Capitol people. My stylists.

They shrieked when they saw me.

"She's pretty! But so plain," One of them commented. She was young, only about 22 years old.

Another one of them nodded. She was older, maybe in her 40's. "Yes, but we can fix her up."

The third, another lady, was around 35. "Ladies! We forgot to introduce ourselves!"

The youngest one gasped. "Oh no! Here, I'm Clover!"

"I'm Violetta," the oldest one smiled.

"And I'm Rosalie," the last one smiled.

"Come with us and we'll get to work," Violetta practically pushed me toward a room which look like a mini beautician's office.

They sat me in a chair, and immediately let my hair down.

Clover smiled. "Now, your name is Kayleen?"

I nodded. "You can just call me Kay."

Violetta smiled. "Well Kay, can you remove your clothes?"

I must have heard her wrong.

"Excuse me?" I asked.

"Remove your clothes," Clover repeated. They weren't joking.

So a little bit of a short chappie!

But it's 1:30 AM and I'm about to go to bed because I'm tired, so I'm just posting this before I sleep. And I like where it ends, with a little bit of awkward suspense. :D

So do you like the tributes? Please review guys!

And how about the stylists? They are all girls to avoid less awkwardness than there has to be, Flavius always struck me as a bit of a perv, since he works on the girl tributes. They all have names of flowers, Clove, Violet, Rose. :D

Hope you like the story, and of course, R&R guys!

Kate