"To the back, please," Ms. Tudor said as she boarded the bus behind us. The kids there all looked excited, except for one person I actually recognized; I didn't know her name, but I knew she was a Percy Jackson fan in the Battle of The Labyrinth year. She had played the lead role in last year's Christmas play. 

I followed Walker to the very back of the bus, where a middle-aged lady was sitting. We sat down unsure of what to do. 

"You can all talk to your mentors now," Ms. Tudor said as the bus started moving. Walker and I turned to look at the lady. 

"So, you're the kids I got," she said heavily. "A redhead and a(n) e/c h/c Barbie." 

Then her eyes widened. "A(n) e/c h/c Barbie..." 

I wasn't sure what to say to that, so I stayed quiet, and so did Walker. 

"You want to win, don't you?" the lady said. "You gotta make sure they won't kill you. Looks like that, throw a couple good pickup lines, get on everyone's good side, and the prize is as good as yours." 

"I'm not going to flirt with strangers," I said immediately as Walker muttered, "Prize?" 

"Well, that's all I've got," the lady said, leaning back in her seat and looking away. "The name's Genevieve, and you're on your own." 

Great. It hadn't been thirty seconds and we'd already lost our mentor. 

"Fine," Walker said, turning away from Genevieve. "We'll figure something out." 

"I think we should work together," he told me. "Two's better than one. If one of us breaks a leg and we're by ourselves, we're goners." 

"Sounds good," I said, before I was hit with an idea worthy of Fiona. "We should have codes for things." 

"Fandom references! Yes!" Walker said excitedly. "What do we call out if we're in trouble?" 

"Brason!" I said out of absolutely nowhere. 

"And if someone's about to end us?" he prompted. 

I racked my brain, then burst out, "Family, Luke! You promised!" 

He clutched his heart in mock pain, then said, "And if we need a weapon, we can call out–"  

"Blue plastic hairbrush!" We finished together. 

"Yes!" He pumped a fist in the air. "And if we're doing Marco Polo? We need to confuse the other fandoms." 

"Not much we can do about everyone else in the Percy Jackson fandom, but Marco Polo could be dam. I'll call out 'dam' instead of Marco, and you could call out anything else! Bathroom, snack bar, t-shirt, shampoo..." 

"Shampoo?" Walker said, raising an eyebrow. 

"We might get desperate," I said with a shrug. 

"Everyone, I want you to line up by order of district outside the bus," Ms. Tudor called out. "You only get today to train, not three days, and the carriage rides are tonight, and the interviews are first thing tomorrow morning before the Games." 

"They're rushing it," I heard Walker mutter as several tributes began to mutter to each other again. 

We followed instructions and lined up outside the bus once it had stopped. Ms. Tudor led the line as the mentors stayed on the bus. 

-Time Skip because I haven't done one for a while- 

"You're all ready," my stylist, Andromeda said. When I had first heard the name, I had grinned at the thought of how much the Harry Potter fans would've wanted a stylist with that name. Maybe they had one named Silena. 

Since we had to wear something that represented our fandom, I got to dress up as Hestia while Walker was going to wear a Poseidon getup. Originally, Andromeda and Kevin, Walker's stylist, were going to dress us up as Zeus and Hera, but we both had a huge fit, and they ended up going with Poseidon and Hestia (I picked Hestia because let's be real, she's everyone's favorite goddess). 

(Pic is not mine) 

We got the upper hand in costumes, of course, because the Hunger Games fans would probably have to wear something that actually represented the first three districts, and the Harry Potter fans would be stuck in Hogwarts robes. We, however, could dress up as anything from a Greek god or goddess to Medusa or a pegasus. 

"I love it, Andromeda," I said, smiling at myself in the mirror as the prep team finished touched up my makeup. 

"Knew you would," she said. "Now, you three, do her hair." 

The prep team, a trio of people called Hannah, Ricky, and Georgina, hauled me to the makeup chair and started to pull my hair this way and that, brushing it, straightening it, braiding it, and stuff. 

Just as they were putting in the pins to hold it in its place, Walker and Kevin stepped into the room. Walker absolutely rocked the Poseidon look; if it wasn't for his pale complexion, brown eyed and red hair, he would've passed for the real deal. 

(Just take away the beard. Again, pic is not mine)

"We're just about done," Andromeda said, examining my face, hair, and costume. Georgina put the hair band on my head and told me to stand up, so I did, walking over to Walker in the middle of the room. 

"Give us a twirl, Y/N," he said with a golden retriever-like smile. 

So I did. The dress flew around me as I spun, holding onto Andromenda to steady myself. 

Ms. Tudor poked her head in. "They're ready for you." 

Walker and I followed Andromeda and Kevin out of the room and into a big garage. They helped us into our carriages, where we could see just a glimpse of everyone else. 

The garage door opened and the carriages started moving. 

"Ladies and gentlemen," said a voice I didn't recognize over a loudspeaker. "Please welcome the Get-Into-The-Book celebration Reenactment Hunger Games tributes! 

"First up, from the Hunger Games fandom, we have Lindsey Loranus and Dave Suarez!" 

Cheers. They're wearing shiny clothes that seem to be made out of pure diamond. 

"Also from the Hunger Games fandom, Amandine Legalan and Hayden Elrod!" 

More cheering. How many people are out there? 

This went on for all the districts. The Battle Of The Labyrinth year girl was named Helana Jabson, (A/N: the first name of a really good friend of mine who's an amazing actress) and she still likes scared out of her wits. 

"And now, from the Percy Jackson fandom, representing District Twelve, Y/N L/N and Walker Norman!" 

The crowd cheered again as our carriage came out of the garage. I saw among them Fiona, Delphine, Jeveskia, Brandon, Giovanni, and Lucas. It seemed that all of the three fandoms had been invited for this. 

We did an entire lap around the place. As we were turning the corner to go back to the garage, Walker suddenly raised his trident, which spat out real water, spraying the crowd ad leading to more cheers. 

"You didn't tell me it could do that," I said, wiping a few drops of water off me. 

"Kevin told me to keep it a surprise," he admitted. 

"You did a very good job doing so. Look at them," I said, gesturing to the crowd, who had gone absolutely insane, cheering and screaming. 

He grinned sheepishly. "All I had to do was press a button. Look." 

He showed me. I pressed the small button in the part where the three thingies connected, and water shot out as the crowd went insane again, raising their arms to catch a drop. The way they were acting, you'd think we were the actors in the Harry Potter movies. (Harry Potter because the Peter Johnson movies suck. And Tom Felton's hot.) 

The carriage rides ended way too soon. I don't think I was supposed to have as much fun as I did. It was easy to distinguish between the fandoms; most kids liked to wear fandom shirts on the first day, so there was a mixture of shirts that said "Always," "May the odds be ever in your favor," a whole bunch of Dumbledore quotes, "If we burn, you burn with us!", "Never," (whoever can tell me where that quote is from gets to know what the prize for winning the games is) "As long as we're together," (that's an easy one, if you don't know where that's from and you're reading this shame on you) "If I'm gonna die, I wanna still be me," and so, so much more. Some wore Hogwarts robes. Some wore Camp Half-Blood t-shirts. As for me, I had come wearing a shirt that said "(Insert your favorite PJO/HOO/TOA quote here– I have a bunch)". I don't know what happened to it. 

Andromeda and Kevin helped us out of the carriage and we went back to the dressing rooms. 

"The Games reenactment's tomorrow," Andromeda said. "We're going to change you into more comfortable clothes, then you have to do the scoring thing." 

I bid Walker goodbye and followed Andromeda to my dressing room. She gave me sweatpants and a t-shirt to change into. Once I was done the prep team put my hair in a ponytail, Annabeth-style. They washed off my makeup and led me down to the rooms to where they would be testing our abilities. 

Since Walker and I were representing District Twelve, we were last. We talked strategy and came up with a few more codes. Finally, it was his turn. 

"See you," he told me as he got up. 

"Good luck," I called after him. 

"Same to you," he said, turning back as he said it. 

About ten minutes later, my name was called. 

"Y/N L/N." 

I got up and went to the room, butterflies in my stomach. 

(Insert amazing showcase of you doing a skill you're really good at, Y/N is you after all)

"Thank you," one of the gamemakers said. 

I left. When I got back to the dressing rooms, Walker, Andromeda, Kevin, and both prep teams were there, all on their phones. I noticed mine sitting on the dressing table. 

"How'd it go?" Walker asked gently, putting his phone down. 

"I messed up a little. I don't know why, but I just got so nervous at that moment. We've been taking this so calmly I forgot it was a Hunger Games reenactment. If I get canceled in a bad way, I could be in pain for hours before I'm gone. That thought just hit me and I fumbled..." 

"Calm down," he said, getting up and coming to stand closer to me. Again, I noticed how he literally towered over me. "They won't let you be in pain for hours. If you look like you're a goner and you're really badly hurt, they'll get you out and fix you up. Besides, we'll be working together. I've only known you for a few hours but I will protect you with my life. That's a promise." (A/N: God that was so cringe but it's his personality)

I smiled gratefully at him. 

"Hurry up, you two, they're about to announce the scores," Andromeda called over from the couch. I snatched my phone off the dressing table as we looked at the long table of scores and listened to the voice saying them out loud. Eventually, they got to us. 

"Walker Norman, Percy Jackson fandom, 11/12." 

We all cheered so loudly that we almost missed my score. 

"Y/N L/N, 8/12." 

"Not bad!" I said, expecting much worse. "Not bad at all! Good job!" 

I high-fived Walker. 

"Alright, off to bed with you two," Andromeda said. "From what we heard, your mentor practically disowned you, so we'll take care of that. The people making your outfits for tomorrow morning's interviews are going to be staying up all night working on the designs we gave them. Just you wait." 

Andromeda and I bid Walker and Kevin goodnight and headed off to the top floor of the building we were in. My room looked like a dream. 

"Sleep tight," Andromeda said, smiling as she closed the door.

Moving aside a few pillows, I got comfy in the bed and immediately dropped off to sleep. 

(A/N: If you can't tell, Walker's the fourth person on the cover.)