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Katniss' POV

I stand on the chariot, and wait to get the Tribute Parade over and done with. Truth be told, I'm rather nervous about the whole "Girl on Fire" idea, because I'd rather not burn to death in front of the entire nation. Yes, you heard correctly. My stylist, Cinna, decided it would be a good idea to set my district partner and I on fire. The chariot has started to move now, and all of a sudden I'm engulfed in flames, and in front of a few thousand citizens of the Capitol, wanting to get a look at us tributes. I can hear several people calling my name. I decide to play along, blowing kisses and waving to the crowd. Someone even throws a rose at me, so I blow a kiss back in the general direction of the giver. Many people in the area attempt to catch the kiss, as if it is a tangible thing. I fight the urge to roll my eyes at the idiocy of the people of the Capitol. The chariot soon pulls into the square, and President Snow begins his annual Hunger Games speech. I try to pay attention, but can't help to let my mind wander to the fact I'm probably going to be dead in a few weeks. Due to the fact Peeta and I have outshone all of the other tributes, I'm almost certain a few of them will already be planning our deaths. I presume the President's speech is over by now, as our chariots are moving again and heading back into the Training Centre building. As I get down from the chariot, I see most of the other tributes in their ridiculous costumes, staring at us with hatred. My eyes wander across them all, until I get to the Careers. The girl from One, Glimmer, looks extremely jealous of my costume, as she's probably your average conceited female tribute, whose looks are the only thing going for her. These kinds of tributes are typical from District One. The boy, however, was rather tall and skinny, with muscle on his arms. I can tell by this that his weapon of choice is most likely a spear. The District Two tributes, however, look exceptionally angry at us. A monstrous blonde boy with at least 100 pounds of muscle packed on him seems like he wants to tear us apart right now. The girl stared at us, (mainly me) and smirked. That's confusing. Before I can figure out what it means, I'm being dragged away Haymitch and our District escort, Effie Trinket, and getting pushed into an elevator.