September stared distastefully at the TV as it displayed their scores. Her stylist team, August, and Sunday stared at the screen, as the female from 8 earned a 6.

"Next up is Sunday Adams from District 9, earning a 10!" Ceaser Flickerman laughs. "Then, September Fernsby, from District 9, with a recording-breaking score for her age, a 9!"

"Oh, a record-breaking score! How wonderful dear!" Aphrodite croons.

"Nice job September. We'll be a great team." Sunday held out his hand, and September took it. At least she didn't have to be known as the girl who took out her own District partner, however, it didn't calm her nerves at all. 

Aphrodite jumped up and quickly ushered the group away from the TV.

"It's just an interview 'Dite, it's nothing that bad." August shook his head.

"It is! The final day for sponsors! Honestly, I think I'm more of the mentor than you August." Aphrodite shook her head. 

August merely chuckled and stayed on the couch. Aphrodite shook her head, leading Sunday and September away from the mentor. 

"He's as useful as a pile of rotten grain." Sunday snorts.

"He's damaged. No one knows what the mentor's going through when both of their Tributes die." September snaps. "None of them do." Aphrodite and Sunday were quiet, as Sunday parted ways with his stylist, and Aphrodite and September were left in the room. 

"Well, I did grab some dresses for you, and I hope that it's to your taste," Aphrodite says, pulling a few dresses out of the closet. 

First was a ballroom type gown, studded with diamonds at the bodice, and had a long green skirt, with a train. It definitely would trip her somehow, and make her a fool. 

"No." She shook her head.

"Please just try it?" Aphrodite pleads. Septemeber relented and put on the gaudy dress.

"It's too big," September complained as she put on matching green heels. 

"It quite is. Well, here's another one, go change darling." Aphrodite handed her another gown, this time with black ballet flats with a small bow at the end of it.

September put on the dress. It was a nice change, the Hi-Low dress stopped at her ankles, and had an infinity belt studded with diamonds around her waist. The top had 2 spaghetti straps, and a big strap around her shoulders.

She walked out, definitely happier than before. Aphrodite scrunched her eyebrows, shook her head, and then gave her another dress. 

September sighed, put on the dress. 

The soft yellow of it blew September away. The fabric was like a blanket, the tulle of the gown flowed out beautifully. The strapless ball gown twirled nicely, and September felt as pretty as the princesses in November's stories. The belt was adorned with flowers, and the bodice was covered with floral patterns, going all the way down from the belt, and then stopping at different places on the dress, creating a vine-like feeling. September slipped on the white heels and walked out of the room. 

"Oh. Oh. You look so beautiful! Just like a flower girl at weddings." Aphrodite cried. 

"Thanks." September smiles. 

"Come on now, let's get your hair and makeup done." Aphrodite made her sit on a stool, as she applied light makeup to her face, doing something called Beauty-Base Zero.

"Usually they have a prep team. What happened?" September questions.

"There was a shortage, so I and Andon, Sunday's stylist, decided to go without any. It's completely fine honey, they run out all the time." Aphrodite replies, as she carefully curled September's hair into elaborate curls. She pulled some of the hair back, and did a braided half-up, but left in some curls framing the face. She set in a flower crown, of white roses, and sunflowers, and finally, September was ready for the interviews.

"Now, you only have 2 minutes, so you better get out there and wow the crowd," Aphrodite exclaimed as she and September walked down the halls to where the Tributes were waiting.

"I know. I know." September nods. 

"Good luck." Aphrodite smiles, and leaves the hallway, as Sunday came up.

"You ready?" Sunday asks.

"Nervous. You?" September questions.

"Hey, I think I'm ready. Just smile and wave. Smile and wave." Sunday was wearing a handsome black tuxedo, with a red rose in his hand. "And I'm supposed to find the most good-looking girl in the audience and throw the rose to her."

"Lucky girl." September nods.

"I'm more into guys. October was a real looker. You're almost like a female version of him, but more like a doll. I'll call you doll. I called October that, but you fit the image more." Sunday smiles.

"So, you liked my brother." September looked up at Sunday, finally taking in his looks. The sandy-blonde hair that framed his face. His brilliant, green eyes. A muscular, burly figure. Yeah, October could have fallen in love with someone like that.

"Worked in the fields together." Sunday nods, as District 1's girl went up. 

"Really? I remember October saying something about green eyes." September smirked, as she moved up.

"Really? Your whole family was lookers. Every single one of them a doll." Sunday replies.

"I bet we were like those porcelain dolls." September snorts.

"Nah, you Fernsby's were a lot stronger." Sunday shook his head.

District 2, District 3, 4, 5, 6, 7 came and went. 

"Well, I sure hope we wow those people, and get some sponsors," Sunday replies.

"Make it easier for us to kill or survive?" September asks, and Sunday laughs, as District 8's male went up. 

"Both doll. Both. Good luck." Sunday smiles, as the Capitol attendee ushered September to the front.

"And now, you may recognize this girl, she's September Fernsby of District 9!" Caesar's voice yelled, and September made her way to the front slowly.

"My, aren't you covered in flowers, Flower Girl." Caesar complimented. 

"Thanks. It's also quite comfortable." September smiles, as Caesar helped her sit down.

"So, you created quite an upstir here, and the question is, is your brother October Fernsby by any chance." Caeser dragged out the "ce" of the word.

"Of course. I mean, don't I look like him?" September smirked.

"She's cheeky! Just like her brother!" Caesar laughs, as the Capitol chuckled. "But, on a more serious note. How old were you, when he was Reaped, for the 67th Hunger Games?" 

"I was 10," September said.

"And what was it like, seeing your older brother die onscreen?" Caesar asks. September froze slightly, going back to that terrible day.

"Well, it was the last day, as you know." September starts. "And we had high hopes October would come back home, until 2 ambushed him, and started stabbing."

"And?" Caesar asks.

"November, my older sister pulled me out of the room. We stayed outside until our mom's cries stopped." September finished. She didn't say anything about how she and November cried too until they heard their mom stop crying.

"I'm sorry. Do you think you'll have a chance to win?" Caesar asks.

"Of course. I'll be back before you know it, Caesar. Just because I'm small, doesn't guarantee danger." September winked at the crowd.

"Confident! Oh, I love it! I love it! Let's give it up, for September Fernsby, our Flower Girl!" Caesar cried as September left the stage. 

Sunday's interview came easily, and he did throw the rose to District 4's mentor, Finnick Odair, but it accidentally landed in front of District 10's mentor, Phoebe Rain. Phoebe did nothing, but blow a kiss to Sunday, and handed it to Finnick. Sunday blushed.

After the interviews, Sunday and September met up, and took the elevator back to their rooms, getting ready for tomorrow, the Games.

September grabbed her necklace and rubber bands from the stand. She slipped the rubber bands on her necklace and clasped it over her neck. She could get the rubber bands when she was lifted up to the arena.

September covered herself in blankets, and slowly fell into what may be the very last peaceful sleep she'd ever have