I don't even remember going to bed. I remember I went up to the apartment with Angel and waited for Cato. I guess I must have fallen asleep on the couch. I guess Cato took me to my room because when I woke up Cato was asleep next to me in my bed.

I glance at the clock next to my bed: 7:15. Randy told us to be on the roof at 7:30.

"Cato." I say. He doesn't budge. "Cato!" I try again, louder. "Come on, Cato." I finish, flicking him in the ear. He jolts awake and I tell him we have 15 minutes. He nods and leaves the room.

I go into the bathroom and look at myself in the mirror. I look awful; smeared makeup from last night all over my face and my hair in a huge knot on top of my head. I just finished brushing my teeth when Enobaria rushes into my room and lays my clothes on my bed. She leaves the room before I can even say I word to her.

I walk over and put on the clothes. I braid the front of my hair back in 4 braids and pull the ends into a ponytail: my signature style. I walk over to the full-length mirror and stare blankly at my reflection. I practice my smirk again and soak in my appearance. I look like a killer who should be feared. And that's what I am. I actually look scary; cargo pants, brown, lace-up boots, a green T-shirt, and a black jacket that may also be a raincoat.

I just started to make my way to the door as Randy knocks and says; "Time to go!" He's excited, I can tell.

Enobaria, Cato, and I make our way to the elevator and up to the roof. When we emerge we see all of the tributes arranged by district. Cato goes over to take his space between Glimmer and the empty spot where I should be.

I begin to follow Cato when I feel Enobaria grabs my arm, halting me. "You can do this, Clove. Really, you can. You're strong and so is Cato. But remember this, Clove: Only. One Can. Win. And don't let anything stand in your way." I nod and she pats me on the back signaling me to take my spot.

I stand in between Cato and Andrew, the boy from 3 –the one who is going to rebury the mines- and wait until 7:40 when the tributes from 6 finally arrive.

We are all ushered into the hovercraft to take our seats, girls on one side, boys on the other. Right before we are ready to take off, a tall peacekeeper stops at each tribute injecting something into our left arms.

"What is that?" Katniss asks. God, I hate her. It's clearly the tracker.

"It's your tracker." The peacekeeper tells her. The other careers and I giggle and she gets embarrassed. I smirk again.