It was actually a short ride form the Justice Building to the train station. It's weird at the same time cool because I've never been in a car before, not even wagons. But in the Seam, we travel by foot. I see a glimpse of myself on the T.V. screen on the wall that's airing out arrival. Peeta, has obviously has been crying, he was trying to cover it up. I wonder, was it a strategy to be weak? We stand for a few minutes near the doorway of the train. Cameras take images of us then we're finally allowed in the train. The door closes, than the train moves. The speed was just making my heart stop it was going fast, like fast, fast. The tribute train is much more, fancy than the Justice Building. We were each given our own chambers or room that has a bedroom, dressing area and a private bathroom with hot and cold water. There was drawer's that held beautiful clothes, clothes my family can't afford.

"Wow." I breathe.

I remove mother's hand me down dress and take a hot shower, it was amazing like rain. I dress into this:

I take Madge's pin off of my blue dress and pin it to my new attire. The mockingjay was like a jabberjay and a mockingbird. A jabberjay is a bird that can memorize and repeat whole human conversations. Mockingbirds and jabberjays would mate, creating a whole new species, Mockingjay, a species that could replicate both bird and human melodies. They could also recreate songs, the whole song. I sometimes sing to the Mockingjays when I was sad or bored. They'd always sing back. I sit on my bed and Effie comes to get me for supper. I follow her to the dining room, polished walls and beautiful utensils. Peeta sits waiting. I sit on the chair next to him.

"Where's Haymitch?" Effie asks bubbly as usual.

"Last time I saw him, he said he was going to take a nap." Peeta told her.

"Well, it's been an n exhausting day," Effie admits. Maybe she's relieved that isn't here. Everyone's relieved I know it. The meal was just dying for, I haven't eaten this fancy. Like there was carrot soup, green salad, lamb chops and mashed potatoes, cheese, fruit, chocolate cake, it was the best meal.

"At least you two have decent manners." Effie says. "The pair last year ate everything with their hands like a couple of savages. It completely ruined my digestion."

The pair last year where two kids from the Seam who never had enough to eat. And when they did have enough, table manners were just the last thing in their brains. Mother taught Katniss, Prim and I how to eat properly. Now that the meal is over, we go to another compartment to watch the recap of what happened during the reaping's across Panem. One by one we see the other reaping's, the names called, the volunteers stepping forward. We all observe the faces of all kids who will be competing. A monstrous boy from District 2, a fox-faced girl with red hair from District 5, a boy with a crippled foot from District 10 and sadly, a twelve year old girl from District 11. I couldn't kill the twelve year old girl at all because she reminds me of Prim. I watch my District; I see myself volunteering, and Peeta being called.

As I walk to Haymitch and Peeta for breakfast, I remember today was the day when we try to get sponsors. I was still wearing the same clothes, I wore yesterday. I sit, breakfast in front of me, but I don't get anything.

"So, you are supposed to give us advice." I say.

"Here's some advice, stay alive." Haymitch told us pouring –I think- liquor in his glass. As he laughs.

"That's very funny, but not to us." Peeta lashes the glass in Haymitch's hand. It breaks letting the liquor running on the floor. Haymitch punches Peeta in the jaw, he falls of his chair. I grab the knife beside my plate; I drive my knife into the table between his hand and the bottle, missing his fingers.

"That is mahogany!" Effie exclaimed. I rolled my eyes.

"Look at you, you just killed a placemat. You really want to know how you stay alive? You get people to like you. Oh were you not expecting that. If you are in the middle of the games, and your, starving or freezing. Some water, a knife or even some matches could mean the difference, between life and death. And those things only come from sponsors and to get sponsors you have to make people like you, and right now sweetheart, you are not off to a good start. And what is this?" ask Haymitch. "Did I actually get a pair of fighters this year?"

Peeta stands and scoops a handful of ice and puts it on the red ark on his jaw.

"No." Haymitch told him. Let the bruise show. The audience will think you've mixed it up with another tribute before you've even made it to the arena."

"That's against the rules." I remind Haymitch.

"Only if they catch you, that bruise will say you fought, and you weren't caught, even better. He says then turns to me. "Can you hit anything with that knife besides the table?"

I think about it, but like Katniss my weapon is the bow and arrow, but have threw a couple of daggers or knives before. I look at him, his face with a curious look. I yank the knife out of the table and throw it across the room. I was thinking of just getting a stick, but it lodges between two panels making me look much better than Katniss. But of course she's the best.

"Stand over here both of you." Haymitch says nodding to the middle of the room. I look at Peeta and obey Haymitch. He circles us. "Well you are not entirely hopeless. Seem fit, and once the stylists get hold of you, you'll be attractive enough."

I know the Games aren't for beauty but you need beauty to get sponsors. We arrive at the capitol.

"There it is." Peeta says. The capitol is huge. The train goes through a tunnel. We pass the tunnel and The Capitol people are just cheering, Peeta starts to wave. I look at him. He shrugs, who knows? I raise an eyebrow. "One of them could be rich."

Rip! My hands formed into fists as Venia, a woman with blue hair and gold tattoos above her eyes, and yanks a ship of cloth from my legs removing the hair below it. I wince.

"Sorry!" she says in her accent. "You are just so hairy. Good news though. This is the last one. Ready?"

My hands tighter and I grit my teeth. She yanks out the cloth and it hurts once again. I've been in the Remake Center for more than two hours. The women trying to 'remake' me scrubbed my body with foam, removed not just dirt but at least three layers of skin, turning my nails into uniform shapes, removing body hair from my legs, arms, stomach, and everywhere. They pull me of the table and remove the robe I was wearing, I was standing there naked know.

"Excellent! You almost look like a human being now!" exclaims Flavius, another person who 'remade' me. I gave a smile. "Let's call Cinna!"

They leave. I'm just standing there my hair was still the same. The door opens a man who must be Cinna enters. He looks normal.

"That was one of the most bravest things, I have seen with your sister, my names Cinna."

"Bluebell." I say.

"I'm sorry this has happened to you, and I'm here to help you in any way I can."

"Most people just congratulate me."

"Well, I don't really see the point in that. So tonight you have the tribute parade, they're going to take you out and show you to the world.

"So, you're here to make me look pretty?"

"I'm here to help you make a statement, they usually dress people in clothes from there district."

"Yeah, were always coal miners."

"Yeah, but I don't want to do that, I want to do something they're going to remember. Did they explain about trying to get sponsors?"

"Yeah, but I'm not very good at making friends." I say

"Will, see. I just think somebody that brave, shouldn't be dressed in a stupid costume now should they." He says.

"I hope not."

A few hours later, me and Peeta are dressed in this: .

"This is safe, I promise. It's not real fire, these suits are built, and you won't feel a thing." Cinna says to me and Peeta.

"Well, it looks pretty real to me." Peeta says.

"Well, that's the idea. You ready? Don't be afraid Bluebell." Cinna Says.

"I'm not afraid." I say.

The opening ceremonies are about to start. Pairs of tributes are loaded into their chariots pulled by four horses.

The opening song starts, and huge doors slide open. The ride lasts about twenty minutes and then ends up at the City Circle. The tributes from District One they always are the favorites, District Two follows and so on. Before I know it were on fire and were being pulled to the Circle. I remember Cinna's words, 'Heads high. Smile. They're going to love you!' Every head is turned our way. Peeta reaches for my hand, I slip my hand out of his grip.

"Come on, they'll love it." I grabbed his hand. We raised our hands up, more cheers. For maybe the first time I felt confidence. The twelve chariots fill the City Circle, we drop our hands down and I immediately let go. Our fire extinguishes, the president, President Snow, gives an official welcome. I glance behind me and can see District Two giving glares at the tributes, in the districts like she already wanted to kill us. The national anthem plays as we all go inside the Training Center. The doors shut behind us I step off the chariot as I just keep glancing at District Two. Glares. Glares. Glares!