I lied. This still isn't the start of the Games. Next chapter, I swear. And yes, this is a short chapter. Live with me.

Disclaimer: Own THG I do not.

"WAKE UP!" I heard someone yell. I groaned.

Someone shook my shoulder, and I opened my eyes just a crack. Beetee was in his wheelchair next to my bed. "Wake up," he said again, though he was quieter this time.

"Fine," I snapped.

"Just get into some comfy clothes, then come out to the diner," Beetee told me.

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"Okay. Get out." I tumbled out of bed, then sat up quickly. I didn't want to ruin my hair. Beetee wheeled himself out.

I sighed, and walked to my closet. I pressed Casual Clothes to program my wardrobe, then looked through the different pants, shirts, and accessories.

I chose a light gray cotton skirt that went down to my ankles, and a white blouse. Then, I went to the diner.

"Here," Beetee said, holding out a circular silver locket with the Capitol seal on it.

''What is it?" I asked, taking the locket. I recognized it instantly; it was my favorite necklace. On the inside of the locket, there were two pictures. On one side, there was a picture of Uniqua, Sheeshey, and me. On the other, there was a picture of Mother, Father, and Grandpa.

"Your token. Last night there was a mentor meeting, and everyone got their tributes' tokens," Beetee explained.

"But I never got to choose a token," I protested.

"They chose what they thought your token would be," said Beetee. I nodded, accepting the explanation.

"Eat," Octavia commanded. "This is the last time you'll get food easily, so stock up."

I huffed, and grabbed my usual amount. After all, Beetee said I had sponsors. So I would get food.

-o-O-o-

"Are you ready?" Beetee asked, as I nodded, gulping. "Okay. Remember, I will be in the Control Center."

I nodded again. "Follow Octavia," Beetee said, and I stood to follow Octavia to the roof. There, a hovercraft, well, hovered. I stepped onto the ladder and instantly I was frozen. I rode up to the hovercraft, where an attendant put a tracker in my arm. Now, they can never lose me!

Finally, I was unfrozen. Octavia appeared, and we sat in the hovercraft while I sipped some water.

"When we get to the Launch Room, you can shower. Then, I will give you this year's outfit. Then, you know what happens." I nodded.

After a bit, the windows went blank. I knew it was because we were getting close to the arena.

"Can you tell me what the arena is?" I asked, hoping against hope that Octavia would tell me.

"Nope," Octavia chirped. "I cannot." I merely nodded.

The hovercraft lowered, then a door opened, and we were sent into the catacombs near the Launch Room.

-o-O-o-

Finally, we arrived in my Launch Room. This was so exciting!

"Okay, you can shower, while I get your outfit," Octavia told me. I nodded, then went to the shower.

When I came out with a robe over my body, Octavia was standing by a table with a package.

Silently, she handed me my outfit. Plain, simple, sturdy blue jeans. A plain, simple, long-sleeve white blouse. A jacket that felt fleecy; it was blue and had the name Colombia on it. Long, white cotton socks. Black combat boots, that laced up in the front. Black cotton gloves that clipped together. I stuffed those in my pockets for now. There was also a plastic rectangle with the name Katrina Snow in bold, black letters. Octavia clipped it to my jacket. Then, I slipped my locket around my neck.

"Every person has a different color. It starts at the beginning of the rainbow, then goes down. Number 1 is light red, 2 is plain red, 3 is dark red, 4 is bright, neon orange, 5 is dull orange, 6 is neon yellow, 7 is plain yellow, 8 is dark yellow, 9 is bright green, 10 is plain green, 11 is forest green, 12 is bright blue, you are plain blue, 14 is navy blue, 15 is bright purple, 16 is plain purple, 17 is dark purple, 18 is neon pink, 19 is plain pink, 20 is gold, 21 is silver, 22 is bronze, 23 is gray, 24 is black, and so on," Octavia explained. "Also, everyone has a name tag, just like you." I nodded.

I put the stuff on. Then, Octavia pulled my hair into two tight fishtail braids.

-o-O-o-

"One minute until launch," a pleasant female voice said, and I - my fishtails done - stepped onto the platform. I gave Octavia a tight smile, as the voice said, "30 seconds until launch."

"Remember, you have sponsors. Good luck," Octavia said, as the tube started to close around me. I touched the glass, and Octavia waved. I waved back.

I felt myself be raised; then, I could finally see the arena.

I took a sharp intake of breath, and I could feel others do the same. Because we recognized the arena.

The Gamemakers had brought us home.

Don't worry, guys. There is more in store for the arena. And, sorry for lying. (It wasn't intentional.) But I totally forgot that this ending would be awesome. *smirks*

Thanks for all your support, I hope you liked this chapter.