**Right Before Tribute Parade**
I pretend to adore the flavorless costume my stylist, Ileana, made for me.
Just because I'm from District 4 doesn't mean I enjoy mermaids. In fact, I hat them, they aren't even real!
"Thanks." I mutter, slipping the dress on. She hands me a pair of blue ballet flats, but I deny them.
"I would rather die right now. I'm keeping on my boots, clear?" She nods and walks away. I smile, thinking I've outdone my act. But I wasn't kidding about the boots. I shutter, and climb into the back of the chariot. Fisher joins me, in a matching costume. His actually has pants, I envy him.
"Are you as itchy as I am?" He asks politely. Wait, he's seventeen, and I'm eleven, twelve today actually, why would he speak to me so much? Almost all teens just ignore me, and go on thinking they have more interesting things to do than talk to me. He's up to something.
"No." I bark at him, and he turns back to the front. He tries to reach for my hand, but I pull away. I can't let him get to me.
President Snow appears at the podium, ready to give us our first speech. I grunt at the thought of him being my companion for the rest of my life. That is, if I win, which is a long shot.
"This is a very big time for all of us, I think. To see the residents of our glorious country come together to celebrate victory, and sacrifice."